Narrative Essay About Shifting Courses

I’m raised in an environment filled with negative stereotypes, high dropout rates, fewer resources, and low expectations. As a Mexican American from the San Fernando Valley, educational opportunities do not come often. In middle school it massed into my head that going to college is my way towards success. Soon it became the only option for me and as a result, I joined Project Grad to begin my journey towards college. They introduced me to the Chicano Youth Leadership Conference during my junior year. After applying and attending, the conference eliminated the label that Latinos are not college material. Subsequently, I grabbed as many opportunities as I could. In my junior my school did not put me in any AP classes. Therefore, I went to go

I am enrolled in the Commonwealth Governor's School. It is a rigorous academic program for highly gifted and motivated students. The program, which spans all four years of high school, is designed to challenge students in the four core subjects. Students in the program are required to take the most academically challenging courses available at their school, including a total of eleven Advanced Placement courses and one Dual Enrollment class. The program also requires its students to create two independent research projects called culminating projects. The goal of these projects is to teach students about how to conduct scholarly research, write literature reviews, create original products, correspond with experts, and present their findings.

When I first started thinking about college schools I never thought about going to MSU or Ole Miss. I wanted to go to the bigger universities, but I knew I wouldn’t do well if I went there my first year. My high school did not prepare me enough for University, and I hadn’t decided on a major either. I choose East Central Community College (ECCC) as the school I would go to for many reasons, and when I got here I knew I made the right choice.

All I wanted to do was go tubing and play on the beach. In order to go tubing, my uncle, who was also the boat driver, said that I needed to try to ski. All of my cousins and aunts and uncles thought this was a good idea and they pumped my ego up into trying to do it. I remember stepping into the cold water; I could feel my leg hairs growing out of their pores due to the temperature. I slowly walked deeper into the lake so I could try to ski for the first time. I put the skis on my feet and sat in the water until my uncle started to drive. After my first attempt of water skiing I had the fresh smell of blood waft through my nose. This is not a normal scent but this happened because I hit my face on the ski falling forward. I felt the sharp pain in my nose, but it did not last very long. Thankfully for this, I did not want to give up yet. I happened to think that it was funny that I had a minor bloody nose. I saw multiple people boating, skiing, wake boarding and tubing on the lake so I wanted to get up on the skis and go join them. I tried to get up multiple times but my legs just were not strong enough and after each time that I failed, my arms grew weaker and weaker. Although all of my family was cheering for me, I grew

After my sister went, it was my dads turn. I realized he had a worried look on his face, which probably was contagious because my sister asked me if I was alright. I then replied with a “No”, I told her about how dad had a back brace on and that's why he refused to take his long sleeved shirt off. As I was telling her this I saw my mom rushing to find her car keys. I then saw Nick, pulling my dad to the shore. I felt a scream cough up my throat. I ran to him and realized his arm looked broken. He was conscious so I knew that he would be fine but I realized that his back may be damaged. Before I could check my mom ran over and told us that we may have to drive him to the closest hospital. I hadn't realized that this may be as serious as she made it sound. So I ran to the car and grabbed a towel to help dry him of. I soon saw my mom and Nick carrying him to the

When the next round came around we all tried to find a good spot to go and hide or find cover. We had about 30 seconds to start the fight I took the sneaky approach again but this time I got impatient. And ran when someone found me but I ran to fast and I tripped on a curb and twisted my ankle when I tripped I started crying but I didn't feel anything. Because of the adrenaline I had from the fight and running. That is why I didn’t feel anything, but I at the time I didn’t know what was wrong and why I couldn’t get up. When I fell my brother and my friends ran over to me and kind of gathered around me, so my brother asked me why am I crying and what happened to me. I said to him that I ran and tripped over a curb. He

According to the National Center for Education, about 80 percent of the students in the United States end up changing their major at least once. In fact, I myself am part of that 80 percent. Not only did I change my major, I changed Universities in order to discover who I’am and find a suitable career for me.

I jump back to throw my back handspring. Just as soon as my hands touch the mat, I hear my right wrist make a loud pop. i sit down and start crying. Approximately five minutes later, after i had taken some tylenol, I got up and started doing more back handsprings. I didn’t want anyone to know that I was hurt, so i had to fight through the pain and keep going. As practice goes on it starts hurting worse. When i got home I told my dad that I hurt my arm at cheer practice. Well as any dad would say, my dad said, “Is your bone sticking out of your body? Are you bleeding? I didn't think so. Therefore, you’re alright.” I go to my room and laid down in the bed and started crying from the pain, or maybe it was the words that my dad had said to me, or possibly even both. Eventually, I stopped crying and went to

When I was at Tad Gormley watching the Blue Jays and realized that I couldn’t stand, I learned that not everything goes as planned. My parents were helping my sister move into college at the University of Virginia, so I was at the Jesuit football game with a babysitter. At one point, my water bottle fell onto the track, so I jumped over the fence that separates the stands from the field in order to grab it. I didn’t perceive it as a big deal, for I had jumped over that same fence multiple times that game alone. However, at that exact moment I happened to be standing at a point where the fence was poorly patched; so, as I jumped, my foot barely caught the edge of it. I fell awkwardly and landed on my side. Embarrassed, I very quickly hopped

I was playing on the ring at with a firepole. I was going to sit on the edge. I went and tried to get up but when I It all happened I got kicked by someone on not on purpose. I ran to my friend “HELP” “I NEED HELP JAZZ”. We ran all the way to the reassess Ads they started to freak out. I thought I would die. Then they side get inside stati I ran to the nurse “ Help please”. The nurse checked out my arm and she side “you need to get a cast”. I cried my eyes out i thought i would have it on for ever. My mom Came and picked me up and took me out the the E.R. then after we get there they do x-rays and 1 hour and 30 minutes until it came back. Then they said “you popped it out of place and Then they said “ if you fell 5 feet more higher

John one of my good friends has the ball and dribbles past many of the opposing teams players. Now john was about my height he was built and strong. i run around a defender to ask for a pass and then all of a sudden i see john slipping. Its like the world was in slow motion as i ran and he began to slip we clashed and fell to the floor. My first reaction what in the world just happened? It was weird because i did not expect to get get hit by someone that i know. The first thing I felt was a slight pain in my right knee from when i fell to the floor, but then I could feel something wet on my lips. I was hoping it was just sweat, because i wouldn’t want my mom to worry. I put my hand on my lips and inspected it. Sure enough i was bleeding a lot. John gets up and apologizes and then inspects the damage done to me. I remember him making a twisted face and then proceeded to ask if i was okay. At that point i was done playing i ran to the restroom and on the way i had many people as me if i was okay. As i looked at myself on the mirror i could see this cut it was small, but it was deep i wiped some of the blood out but it kept spilling out eventually when i was done, I got a clean look at it. I poked it and i even stuck out my tongue to feel around it. It was nasty but keep in my mind i was afraid that i needed stitches. I went back home

About two weeks ago I went to Sioux Falls, South Dakota to go kart racing at Thunder Road. It was about a two hour drive. When my grandparents and I got there I was afraid I was going to crash, so we played some mine golf to calm me down. A half an hour later, it was time. As I was gripping the steering wheel my hands were sweaty, somehow the race started and I didn’t know it so, I was in last place. I was doing fine for the first two laps with the wind blowing in my face. Then, it happened, I had crashed and spun in a full circle. After the race I had found out I had a cut on my neck from the seat belt, but then my grandpa bought eight more tickets, four for each of us. My grandpa and I were driving right next to each other and he told

We just filled up the sprayer and my uncle was driving so he started spraying again. My dad got some chemicals on his hands so he asked me to go get some baby wipes out of the semi. So I climbed down the ladder grabbed the wipes and went back to the ladder. I started to climb up the ladder when one of the rocks that the ladder was on slipped out from under the ladder and down I went. I hit the ground and the ladder smacked my leg. I got up right away, I scraped my elbow and knee on the ground and that’s all I thought happened. So I put the ladder back up and got back on the trailer. My dad saw me fall so he asked if I was okay, I said yes because I thought I only scraped my knee and elbows. That’s when I looked down. I had a hole in my leg about 1 inch wide in all directions and right around ½ an inch deep. When I looked into the cut I could see some weird white thing. The first thing I did was looked at my dad and said “That doesn’t look right.” Then because I saw it the cut really started to hurt. I sat down on some bags of salt that were on the trailer and my dad came over. He looked really worried. The first thing he did was he, grabbed water and cleaned it out. He then asked me if I wanted to go to the hospital (He’s crazy to think I would say yes, I hate hospitals) and of course I said no. So he decided I needed to get it covered so it doesn’t get infected. So he grabbed paper towels and electrical tape and put the paper towel on my cut and wrapped electrical tape around the top and bottom of the paper towel. I just sucked it up and went with it for that morning. At around 12 we had to leave for my sister's birthday party. So we got in my dad’s truck and went to Iowa Falls. We met up with my mom at a house we used to own and then she noticed my

I have always wondered if something was diagnostically wrong with me because, for whatever reason, I have always found doing work to be energizing as opposed to taxing. I mean I am not that girl who reminds teachers to give us homework, but I am one of the few students who does not groan when the teacher says, “Well why don’t we add another two chapters to your assignment tonight?” Even more so, I especially enjoy doing work when it is for a class that sparks my interest. That being the case I want to explain my course schedule for junior year.

When we got to the Children’s Hospital I remembered my dad got their and they took x-rays of my toes and I saw that those 3 bones looked really, really bad they were all broken because of my nephews, sister’s and my fault. Why my fault? Because I listened to them. Then, I remembered that they put a cast on my leg and I had to use crutches. To be honest, I never really used the crutches, I jumped (on my left foot) everywhere in the house, but when I started to go back to school I had to use them (which I didn’t really like.) One of the days I was at school we had like a kind of fitness