Master-Personal Narrative

“As a dedicated student of the martial arts I live by the code of the black belt: modesty, courtesy, integrity, self-control and perseverance, SIR!” For eight years I had to follow this creed thoroughly and whole-heartedly. When karate was first mentioned in my household, I was narrow-minded and pessimistic. The use of self-defense and fighting seemed irrelevant to my naive and youthful life. However even after what seemed to be a lifetime of complaints and arguments, my pressing parents held their ground and I was forced to start my long and rewarding journey of becoming a black belt.

As I stepped on the bright red and black mats, I could hear my heart beating through my chest. I sat there stretching my arms while attempting to memorize my techniques. The thought of forgetting a technique or part of my form paralyzed me with fear. Uncertainty ran through my head. Questions like, “what if I freeze and don’t know what to do?” and, “what if I can’t defend myself from the black belts?”. I began to regret spending time outside instead of practicing more. I knew I had to perform the techniques as best as I could. A few minutes passed, all five of the black belts

Mr. Parker: Thank you Julie. I decided to create this style of martial arts because I have lately been noticing that the martial arts that were created many years ago, are not being adapted to the present world. I have lately been seeing many problems with this

thousands of other disciplines in the art of kung-fu. We also see that even though he wasn’t sent

One might believe optimistic outcomes require years of training. However, a recent study showed that novice practitioners were fully proficient in twenty-one different moves after only twenty-nine hours of training (Burke, Protopapas, Bonato, Burke, & Landrum, 2010, p. 31).Taking into consideration a daily practice in martial arts; observation of positive outcomes can be achieved in early as one to two months after implementation. Further, by training all students, there is a potential for transfer of knowledge to younger siblings, thus further reducing the time to benefit from the implementation of the program. In general, by eliminating apprehensions over safety, distress around cost, and hesitation regarding time to benefit, there is a clear route to realizing the overall positive aspects of a martial arts

The values of Taekwondo philosophy instills positive characteristics in an individual. Taekwondo is not a combative martial art, it mainly focuses on self-defense and control. This calm martial art improves my morale and perseverance. It has assisted me in gaining ample confidence in presenting my research at science fairs to esteemed judges and hundreds of people across Canada, both face-to-face and on live TV. Over the last ten years, as a practitioner of this art, Taekwondo has introduced me to many amazing people, who have helped me develop essential socialization skills. With short periods of respite, acute cardio and sparring, Taekwondo has helped to become a stronger person from the inside and physically.

On 10/02/2017 at 0017 hours, units were dispatched to 627 Central Ave for a report of a Domestic involving a knife. I responded at emergency speed, priority one. Upon my arrival, I located the accused female in the bathroom.

The sport is like a complex and fluid puzzle that is based on your opponent’s constant actions and reactions. Needless to say, there are hundreds of techniques and thousands more combinations of them. I have spent hundreds of hours researching the sport to learn and innovate these combinations and have taught them to others by volunteering as a coach at Tulane. Additionally, I have successfully applied what I have learned to a competitive career in the sport in which I have won multiple state championships in multiple states. Even in defeat, it is that driving curiosity to learn the next strategy that keeps me coming back to train at the dojo.

She carries symbolic bracelets and tangled up headphones and torn playbills. She carries crumpled sheet music, a highlighted play script, a rusty gun and holster, an old calculator, worn out journals for writing fragmented lyrics, passionate feelings, unforgotten memories, and so much more. Twice or three times a week she carries packets of law and a lunch that was packed that morning. She carries a water bottle that is always half empty, or much like herself, half full, depending on how you see it. Wyatt carries the priceless shark tooth necklace she gave him, locked away somewhere unknown. Hannah carries the cheap but meaningful books that she gave her, unread but still valued. Her mother carries the candy she gave her, hard but sweet, a reflection of her soul. Something they all carried in common, was that they all carried something that was given; taking turns, they carried pieces of her shattered heart.

‘’I was on my way to back to school night I was extremely nervous to meet my teacher and when I got there I heard Andrew then I turned around and…’’ One time when I was in second grade I was on my way to back to school night I went to meet my teacher her name was Ms. Pepler. She was nice at helping me put my stuff in my desk but I thought she would be meaner in the school year so when me and my mom got back in the car I said ‘’I think Ms. pepler is going to be mean this year.’’ My mom said ‘’ she seemed really nice at back to school night’’ then I said maybe you're right.’’ Now it is the first day of school and I was nervous because I thought I had a mean teacher and I didn't have any friends it was just me and my cousin. The first day of

It was one of those oddities; though identical twins, they had celebrated different birthdays: first, Molly, born on April 1, 1972, at 11:47 PM, and second came Megan on April 2 at 12:17 AM. Their parents, Meryl and Bill, thought it best that the twins celebrate on their own days and had always held separate parties for them. Bill adored “his girls,” and Megan was probably his favorite. A parent shouldn’t have a favorite child, yet, they all, more than likely do. It’s either the one that they’ve carried some sort of guilt about, for one reason or another, or the one that highly reminds them of themselves. In Bill’s case, it was definitely Megan, he enjoyed her spunk (a quality he thought missing from the other two children). It was his attraction to her high-spiritedness that had Meryl, on countless occasions telling him; “You are letting her get away with

About two years ago, my husband, my two sons and I lived in an enclosed village, where we had our own farm that we took care of. My husband was a farmer and we provided food that was sold to gain money. Our farm was prospering and it did not seem like anything bad would happen. We spoke too soon. It was a tragic day; our crops wilted and died due to the dry, hot climate. With the loss of our crops, we could not make profit, so we did not have enough money to pay for our farm, and in the end we lost everything. Luckily, we had enough money to rent land. This certainly was not the life I wanted for my family.

I wish I could tell you all of this in person but I know if I try I’ll probably get very nervous and forget some small details that I would really like to tell you, and those are probably the most important to me. I saw you for the first time on February 23 at the valentines party, and that was such a fortunate thing to go to because I was able to get free food, have a good time, see old friends I haven’t seen since last semester, but most importantly I was able to see you. I didn’t know who you were at the time, but I knew you were like a very sweet, funny, caring, smart, and very beautiful just from your appearance. I first noticed you when you sat across from me when we were playing charades, and that’s when I knew that I wanted to get to

t all started when my dad came dashing into my room saying “pack up your things were leaving whenever you are ready”. He planned a surprise father son trip out west to see the Grand Canyon and other National Parks. So I hopped out of my bed with so much excitement and immediately started packing my clothes. We started loading up the car to the max with our tent and suitcases. As soon as we finished, we hit the road. The road trip started out as the perfect father son trip, but that all changed once we hit the eight hour mark and decided to take a break at a rest stop. We were coming out of the building when we saw my dad’s old friend Ted. He was a very short man with long brown hair that came with a scruffy beard in dire need of a trim. He

I am not one to pick up hitchhikers, it’s just not safe, everyone knows that but for some