My Passion In Life

Writing is not just marking letters, words, or symbols on a piece of work. My perspective states that writing is not just expressing yourself through words; in fact, it is mostly one’s expression; your emotions, thoughts, beliefs, etc. Correspondingly, according to myself, writing is extremely artistic and evocative way to reveal one self’s personality. Most important, I am in the creative writing class, because I desired to be in it, due to the fact that it is my passion, it is a way I can express myself thoroughly, and it makes me feel as if I am in a whole different world where I can reveal everything I desire.

Flurries of snow roiled in motion under the command of capricious, roaring winds. I stood and marveled at the sight as my eyes traced the white balls thudding against the ground and architectures all at once at exactly the same speeds. Particles of snow danced in joyful synchronization in mid December of ‘05. This was my earliest recollection. This was the day I left my family 12,678 kilometers away to come to the United states for the pursuit of a better way of life. I remember sitting on a rusty old bench on the first day of Kindergarten. The sounds of children at play echoed from the playground, stomping and running and laughing. None of the worries of adults crossed their minds, only how to elude capture by their friends. The rhythmic creaking of swings went back and forth, and some kids tried to time their jumps from the swings to the rhythm. I was one of those children growing up who would pry open a brand new remote control car to pull every component apart than play with it. I surmise this is where my love of engineering truly began.

I wasn’t always a runner. Some kids are born into the running cult, but not me. We have a treadmill in our basement that my parents occasionally use when they got on a health kick, but neither of them pushed me to be a runner. During the summer of sixth grade, my mother was talking to our neighbor in our driveway. While they were standing on the blistering pavement, the subject of Cross Country came up. My neighbor’s son was on the high school team and it was doing a

In sixth grade I quit the school band in the middle of my third year to join Running Club. The goal of Running Club was to run a 5k after weeks of practice and I accepted the challenge. Throughout the duration of training, I would find the long runs consistently demanding and a test to my motivation to persevere in the club. One of the coaches, Miss. Ames, was my teacher from the previous year and she ran with me during practice. She constantly encouraged me to push myself a little more every run and to keep practicing. I was frustrated with my performance, but Miss. Ames continued to encourage me. Nevertheless, preparing for that 5k was an eye-opening and an overall amazing experience.

I am a runner. One who strives for greatness at every moment and doesn’t give in when things get tough. I have aspirations, dreams, and goals which I will stop at nothing to achieve. Unfortunately for me, the life of a runner is filled with challenges and setbacks and only the best will learn to push through the adversity. My defining moment was the summer before my Junior year, 2016. I had set the goal of becoming All-State in Cross Country, meaning placing in the top 25 of all the runners in the state meet. This is, of course, a prestigious title to have, but I had faith in myself. For the first time in my life, I finally understood that preparation is key and if I fail to prepare, I should prepare to fail

I remember the first year i did track, i was a freshman unaware of how this sport would change my life for the better. When I was born I was diagnosed with asthma, a respiratory condition that causes difficulty in breathing. I figured i would try track and see just how it affected my respiratory system. Practice was a constant battle for me, breathing twice as hard as everyone else. Giving it my all as i could feel my chest getting tighter

I ran my first race when I was 12 years old. It was a 5K in Fargo, North Dakota, that I completed with my father. I competed in cross country and track for six years. I was the varsity cross country captain from 10th to 12th grade and I look back on those years fondly. During my senior year of track in high school, I fractured my fibula during a 4 by 800 meter relay race and as a result decided not to pursue competing at the collegiate level. Despite the absence of competition, I still run as a hobby as much as I can. It is a big part of my life and provides me with opportunities for meditating and developing self-discipline.

When I was on the track team I was always the last one to finish and my brothers made fun of me for it. Compared to everyone else I felt like a turtle racing against a cheetah. I just wasn’t a sprinter and I couldn’t jump, so running track wasn’t for me. The one thing I did have though was determination. When I did not want to run anymore because I didn't

It was my last track meet of the year and I knew that if I got in the top five I would get to go to state. I had to get first in the event I was running, so I knew that I had to run my best.

Still being a chubby twelve year old, the idea of running being its own sport was quite nerve racking. The races would incorporate other kids, but I would still be competing with myself. Nonetheless, I wanted to become better and do the best that I could do. I had absolutely no idea what type of events I could run. Low and behold, I was thrown into the three shortest sprint races like every other kid on the middle school track

There was a time in my life when participating in every sports was a requirement. From volleyball to golf I was determined to become MVP of all of them. I was dumb to think I would succeed in volleyball, golf, or even basketball because I was cursed with clumsiness. It only look one twisted ankle in warming up for volley ball and one hit in the head by a basketball to realize that sports with the word “ball” in them just weren’t for me. At the time, my 13 year old self believed my athletic career was over, until one childish punishment exposed me to my passion; running. After several punishments for climbing on top of the lockers I knew that running would become my best friend. Running was never my first choice, but it became something I grew

Participating in track and field has been an activity I have done since I was a little girl. I ran in AAU track meets during grade school, was a member of the junior high track team, and am a member of the high school track team. Since I have always been perceived as one of the quickest girls, sprinting has been my strongest event. As I started competing in school track, however, my track coach thought I would be a better long-distance runner. After several years, we came to a compromise of running the mid-distance 800 meter run.

I got 3rd in the 800m, I was so proud of myself and I had never ran that race before. My 4x100 team didn’t place because we got disqualified. In high jump I got conference champ. I called my mom and told her how I did and she said ”Good Job Baby.” Needless to say I never gave up on myself. Also I’m the most athletic grandchild on my mom's side, which makes me feel better.”Though she be but little, she is fierce.” -Shakespeare. I like this quote because it describes me so well. This would have to be one of my favorite sports event in my life but winning LTC champs in basketball beats this. Track would have to be one of my favorite sports. I forgot to mention that at Sectionals they set the bar too high than what it was suppose to be so I didn’t make it to state in high

I joined track, UIL, and Cross Country. When I joined Track I was not as fast as my members. Whenever we practice they would leave and no matter what the distance was I never gave up nm, I believed it was possible no matter what happens. When the year finished I practiced hard over the summer so I could join the cross country team and show my teammates that I could be as fast as they are. I joined the team and managed to be the third fastest runner of the team. I was proud of myself but I did not let pride distract me from practicing harder so I continued practicing until I could become the fastest. By the second semester I became the fastest runner as well as the captain of the team until

My desire and passion for helping others is intertwine with my personal and professional life experiences. Growing up in Guatemala, a third world country, helped me become the person I am today. My first twelve years in my native country taught me lessons that changed my perspective and shaped who I am and who I want to be in the future. From a young age, I had this great admiration for nature and in Guatemala I was able to admire it. I remember endless nights looking at the stars and patiently waiting for a shooting star. Nature was my play room. Life in Guatemala was beautiful but it wasn’t easy. It was not until I came to the United States that I begin to realize how much my mother had sheltered me from the violence and poverty that surrounded us. Sadly, my beautiful country is fill with corruption. The rich exploit the poor and laws are created to protect does in power regardless of their wrongdoing. In Guatemala, women are treated unequally because our society has rigid gender roles and has created a culture that takes pride in masculinity and machismo. It was well known in my small village that if a man found a female attractive and wanted her for himself he could “robarte” which translates to “steal you.” My mother and many other women in my family experienced this. My father was a policeman in Guatemala and he was attracted to my mother. My mother, on the other hand, was not looking for any serious relationship because she was only 17 years old. The city closest to