My Moment In Life

So overall, you need to be prepared for the next challenge. By being in the moment and finding balance with your homework/activities, you are able to enjoy your high school experience so much more. I think that is the key to high school, knowing how to manage your time well between fun activities and school work.

Reducing the mental commentary and allowing yourself to “remain in the present” is the key to living a life of happiness.

The last thing I been waiting on for my entire life is to finish high school. I been waiting on this day for the longest and it arrived so fast and now I hate that I rushed it. My senior year is so stressful trying get everything done and pay close attention to everything. I have to stay on track about doing my scholarships and dealing with college stuff so I’ll be ready in the fall. I have to make sure I don't have any balance to knock out before I graduate. And the most thing I worry about as a senior is making it to the that last step.

It’s my freshman year in high school, and I must admit, so far high school is even worse than middle school. Despite the fact that I have 1,675 more days to go to finally graduate, being bullied and named called is worse than eating my grandma’s Brussels’ sprout. After middle school, I had hopes that things would get better. I was always the laidback kid that had no friends. I’ve was always considered as the quaint and unusual guy who barely had friends. Despite all that, some days, I was both happy and sad; and I always tried figuring out how that could be. There were some days that it got really bad that I even had suicidal thoughts. I guess I was tired up of all the lonesomeness, the

Fencing is , in technical terms , the sport of fighting with rapiers (swords) in order to score points against an opponent, to me, it’s simply the art of sword fighting. My most memorable moment happened to me, during my junior year in high school ( when I was still fencing in my free time ). I and some of my fencing class entered a tournament called The Golden Gate International which took place in the gym of a State University. I still remember when my dad and I finally got to the gym, I was ecstatic, from the outside the gym looked more like a convention center. The tournament took place on the indoor basketball court ( which got divided into several sections for multiple matches ) was massive, almost twice the size of my high school gym. There were rows of seats on both side of the gym, and even stairs and a elevator that led to a balcony like, second floor where you could get a bird’s eye view of the whole gym.

This year for my senior year this year I am hoping to achieve certain goals such as the school year being a breeze and not very stressful. I wanted to be able to enjoy my last year of high school instead of stressing out about certain classes. I wanted to strongly focus on the classes that I needed in order to graduate which is Math and English then take easy courses for the remaining periods, so I am not feeling overwhelmed or being stressed out. I also hope to manage excellent grades in all my classes especially the dance courses I am taking at YSU. Even though I am taking easy courses at highschool and a few college dance courses at YSU, I still want to manage excellent grades without stress.

It was 7:00 am and the store clerk was opening up for the day when he saw an unusual sight. A running car in the middle of the parking lot before opening hours. As the clerk approached the car he saw a hose running from the exhaust into the car window. Why? he asked himself. When he reached the car he saw a man in the driver's seat sitting lifeless with a note placed on the dash. The clerk’s blood ran cold as he realized before his eyes was a man who took his own life. As he backed away from the car with awe he immediately called the police and only imagined why such a young person would take their own life. In that moment he knew his life and those who knew the young man in the car would never be the same.

I started my day like I had every day for the previous seven months. Wondering if today would end with me laying ice cold and lifeless in a coffin. Seven months prior, I got my first E.K.G., I found out there was something drastically wrong my heart. Spontaneously, my heart would beat at a vigorous pace exceeding far past a normal heart rate. These spontaneous fits of speed were impossible to control and felt as though I was slowly being stabbed in the heart by a dull and rotten blade. Every breath I took would plunge the knife deeper into my chest. Then, at the point where I felt as though my heart may erupt out of my chest it would finally slow. I would catch my breath and my day would continue. I lived in a consistent cycle of fear and acceptance that each day could be my last. I feared the day may come that my accelerated heart rate may not slow down. Finally seven months later, the doctors were able to diagnose me with Supraventricular Tachycardia. I was immediately scheduled for surgery.

At 6:30 a.m, I started my morning off by listening to my favorite Fifth Harmony song while brushing my teeth. I was singing at the top of my lungs because I was so pumped for what was to come. Nothing and no one could take this moment away from me. All of my blood, sweat, and tears were about to finally pay off. Today was the day that I signed to Midwestern State University with no regrets. The countdown was on. Seven hours until the biggest moment of my life. Five years. I had been cheerleading for five years. My parents had invested every ounce of time and money into my cheer career and this was my chance to show them that it wasn’t a waste. I couldn’t wait to see my parents reaction as I sign the paper, knowing that their only daughter was going to be the first to go to college on scholarship. The entire day was a blur except for 3:00 p.m. I had my own little section decorated with Midwestern gear. I had my high school cheer uniform to represent my past, and my Midwestern State University uniform to represent my future. There were pictures of me scattered across the table with my letter of intent in the middle. It was time. I was so excited, there was a huge smile plastered on my face. I had all the people that meant the most to me in the room to watch me make the biggest decision of my life. As I sat there in anticipation of what was to come, my coach was giving a speech about what I had done for the program, and how I had grown over the years. When she was

It is believed that there is a moment in time in everyone’s life when they come to some sort of conclusion of humanity and how the world truly works, whether it’s at a football game, or in school, or at home, everyone has that moment in their life and every moment is important to each individual person. My personal moment transpired over the course of the summer of 2015, two years ago. That summer I had decided that I was actually going to do something important, something that truly meant something to my life, I decided I was going to take part in the Glen Este High School Marching Band. I was only an 8th grader and suffice to say, I was not very good at my Saxophone. I had only been playing it for two years after switching from Alto to Tenor and even though I loved it I was terrible at it. Mr. Morgan was always there to make me feel confident about my ability but deep down I knew I had to get better and when the words came from his mouth, “If you are someone that really wants to get better at their instrument you should really try it” I knew that I had to try it out at the very least. So I signed up and weeks later we got our music for our very first show, Phantom. Of course as most people will remember our opener and most popular song was Phantom Of The Opera and it was difficult. Immediately after seeing the music I was nervous and wasn’t sure how to play most of it, right after hearing that we would have to even have the music memorized I went into full panic

Everybody will go through moments in their life which will teach them lessons, some that are more important than others, and personally there is one event that still sticks in my mind to this day. It was the time that I started my dad’s car and accidently crashed into my neighbour’s garage door. Today, I know that I should never go against my parent’s words, and I know for sure that the day I crashed my parent’s car is when I taught myself this life lesson.

In moments of distress literature guides me. Moments in my life when I feel heavy hearted are quickly resolved as I turn to my favorite novels for comfort. Books reassure me that even in the worst situation good fate always wins . When I am lonely, I reacquaint myself with the safe and familiar characters that I know and love . Whenever I feel happy, I smile because I have lived the lives of warriors, enchantresses, and even the common day person. Although the emotional connection between literature and myself is imperishable, there was a time in my life when that bond was nonexistent. However, for one to understand the significant impact stories has had on my life, one must know my life. Thus, my story begins with my childhood. A conventional upbringing of sorts but of course my childhood doesn't begin with me. My childhood begins as most childhoods do, with my parents. My parents met each other during their freshmen year of high school when they were fourteen years old . Call it destiny, or mere luck, this one meet cue would define their lives for the next twenty two years. After their initial meeting, it did not take long for my parents to fall passionately in love. Unfortunately, their devotion for one another as an imminent as their fallout, however, we are not there yet. We are at the bittersweet moments of young love. The moments that make one believe in eternity although these moments themselves cease to last just as long. My parents own version of forever

On July 4, 2012 I was playing lacrosse in Daytona Beach, Florida with my best friend waiting for someone to order pizza for us. A friend of my friend’s family, a few years older than us, brought his surfboard with him and asked us if we would want to try surfing out before dinner gets there. We were both athletic kids and never tried surfing before, being that we were from Ohio, so we jumped at the opportunity to try it. I was first to try riding a wave, and I was able to stand up and successfully ride it all the way in to shore. My friend tried after and he was also successful his first attempt. This continued as we rode 9-10 more waves in, when we got bored we both said we were going to ride one more wave in, then be done. Little did I know my life changing moment was approaching. I stood up and rode the wave in just like all of the times before. The ocean wind was blowing in my face as the surfboard was gliding over the water. As I approached the shore the board slightly started to turn as I lost my balance and went plunging into the water. The top of my head impacted the ocean floor first, leaving me immediately paralyzed from the neck down, unable to move any part of my body.

I was always told as a child that I would have that moment. The moment in which you would know instantly that you were created for something better than yourself- the moment a ‘light bulb’ per se would go off in your head. Growing up, I have struggled trying to find this moment. My parents taught me the value of hard work, and no matter what my moment would be I would need to work for it. Between being a full time high school and part time college student, holding leadership positions in many extracurricular activities, playing a varsity sport, volunteering with many organizations, and working part time, I learned time management and graduated in the top ten of my high school graduating class with distinction and honors. The study skills and organization methods I learned soon carried over to my college experience when my school and work load equally doubled creating a hectic atmosphere. Many people have asked me why I add unneeded stress in my life by becoming a part of my college by representing organizations on different ends of the spectrum, and why I sometimes pull a thirty hour work week to compensate someone else needing time off.

I open my eyes and examine the clock. It’s 6:01 and I turn the faucet to the shower on. I step into the shower and I feel the warm water running down my back. I finish up showering and I dry off. I walk back to my room and I look back in forth in my closet looking for a shirt. I grab a pair of black shorts and a blue shirt. I head back into the bathroom and get ready. I style my hair, brush my teeth, and put on some deodorant. I head downstairs for a bowl of cereal and by the time I finish eating it’s 6:48. The bus comes in 12 minutes, so I get my bag ready and I fill up a water bottle with some tea. I begin to walk out the door and I instantly regret wearing shorts. It’s chilly, but soon my arms and legs adjust to it. Right as I get to