Personal Experiences Contributing To The Field-Personal Narrative

I remember the time I arrived to the plate with a man on third base in the bottom of the 9th inning when my team was down 1 run. I stepped out of the box to take a look down the third base line for signs and what he told me to do was “Cody, do your job.” I gave my coach a nod and went back into the box. I stepped into the box and my mental thinking was, “leave nothing back and let’s win this game.” The pitcher started his windup and throws strike one to me and then strike two. I finally realized that this next pitch was going to be a strike; therefore, I was thinking, “I am swinging on this next pitch.” The pitcher did his windup again and the pitch was thrown low and outside, and I took the swing. The ball landed in the hands of the shortstop man. I hustled down the line as fast as I could and I stepped on the bag before the ball hit first winning the game for my team.

I step up to the plate, I hear my teammates cheering me on and my coach saying “give it a rip!”.

Playing baseball is suppose to be fun, and I knew I couldn’t have fun until I rid myself of these unnecessary nerves. Well, in the summer of 2014, I finally was able to do that. I was playing for my travel team called “SWFL”, we were a pretty good team and had a few kids who were capable of playing beyond high school in college. So, occasionally there would be a few scouts here and there to watch us play, but nothing that anybody would really make a big deal about. One weekend we were playing in a really big and important tournament with a lot of good competition. We were warming up getting ready for the game and I wasn’t paying much attention to anybody standing outside the dugouts or behind the fences. Finally, it was time to go out on the field and start the game. Right before the first pitch was thrown I got a glimpse of everyone who was standing behind the fence behind home plate. There must have been about 50 scouts standing there ready to watch us play. Immediately my body tensed up and I got chills throughout my body. The very first pitch of the game was hit to me, and thanks to my little freak out I butchered the play. This made me even more nervous now that I had already messed up once. The very next pitch was a line drive hit to me and completely missed it and tripped over my own shoes in the process. I was so embarrassed and couldn’t wait to get out of this

Baseball is the reason I turned out to be the person I am today. It has taught me lifelong lessons that I will carry with me off this earth. The hard work and focus and also the integrity I put into it was because of my coaches. They pushed me every step of the way. When I wanted to give up they were there to tell me keep going strive for greatness. At a young age I tried out for T-Ball, made it to little league where I won most valuable player, and ended my baseball career in high school.

When a person finds something that they love that’s all they have. It turns into a passion, and soon becomes life. Baseball is what I loved it was everything. There was no escaping and no desire of escaping. If this was taken away I would have nothing. The love for this one sport was no choice, it was something I was born with. Passed down from grandfather to father to me, cousin, and his son. Baseball started from day one. Before walking a ball was in my hand. Playing catch turned to little league, which turned to select teams traveling and playing in tournaments in many different cities. The love of the game was in full bloom. There was no sign of it ever stopping. One sharp pain in the elbow was never believed to be something that had the

As I sat at the long table in a classroom with over a thousand kids, I was ready to start the state science test that I had worked so hard to study for. As I nervously sat there waiting, it dawned on me that this, science and chemistry, is what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.

I would be an outstanding student in Spelman College's faculty classes because I am hard worker. My work has always came first even when I had experienced a big transition in my life I didn't allow that to stop me from doing my work. My work was always a outlet for me to express myself and to show my teachers how I really think. For instance, in my English Composition Class we read a poem called "I Want A Wife by Judy Brady" then we read a book named "Fences by August Wilson", and one day we were in class discussing the poem in the book and it shocked my teacher when I made the connection between the two. I thought my teacher made us read "I want a wife" because in the book "Fences" the main character named Troy expected everything in that

We Three Kings Daycare was the venue in which I chose to complete my field work. Luckily for me, my mom is one of the employees and so gaining access, setting up a theme, date, and time was one of the easier aspects of this project. The group, my mom, is typically responsible for ranges from 8-11 children ages six through eight. Due to the slightly older age group I was working with. I forego beginning with a song partly because I could not find anything relatable to my theme, and also because I planned on doing my story time after they had come in from playing outside. I figured outdoor play would be enough exertion to keep the jitters at bay. Gathering everyone in a circle, I introduced myself and had everyone go around and tell me their

The summer of 2016 I began to work in order to have money for myself and to help my family out, economically. It was definitely the worst job ever, it was in the field so it was obviously very hot, exhausting, and challenging. I arrived at work at about 6 am and it was already very hot, and I had to work in the sun all day until about 5 pm. By the end of summer, I was already all sunburned. Working in the sun almost all day and everyday was very exhausting for me. I would get home and take a shower, eat, and sleep until the next day to wake up for work again. The work was very challenging, because my wage was depending on what I made in the day. I had to work very fast in order to make many dozens of onions in order to have a good check by

We haven't talked in a while so I thought I send you a quick e-mail. My life has been school, running, sleep, and music! School is going well like all my teachers (for the most part)! I haven't raced yet in cross country because I got sick a few week ago... I am just not getting over it, and I was supposed to have a meet on Saturday, but it was canceled due to horrible course conditions. I have been spending a lot of time producing music... Over this last summer, I got very serious about it. Realistically, I don't think it will be a career field for me, but you never know, and I really enjoy it. I've thought myself a lot, but I think I will be meeting with some actual audio engineers to learn even more. Right now music production

The wind rushes through my hair as I speed through the back roads to my happy place. The humongous corn fields quickly disappear into my rear view mirror when I rip off the road into the field. I can feel the bass bouncing through out my jeep as Shania Twain blares through the speaks of my jeep. With my windows down, I’m sure everyone in 4 mile radius can hear my music too. My hands grip the leather wheel as I hit each bump of the open field. As I hear my friends singing Party For Two with me, a laugh escapes my mouth. I know my friends aren’t paying attention as I speed up to hit the steep 2 foot drop off. My body leaves my seat as I scream with joy, but Lexie and Mackenzie scream with terror as they bounce around their seats. Over dramatic

I found my interest when I volunteered at my local Hospital. I decided to volunteer there because I found it to be a great way to not only volunteer, but to have a bit of insight as to how a career in the medical field works. In the summer of 2016, I volunteered every weekday except Friday at Kingwood Medical Center. I was placed in Pediatrics, ICU. Every shift was four hours. On Thursday and any other day I could, I volunteered for eight hours. On a Thursday I got ready to head out to my shift. I entered through the south tower, and clocked in. Every thursday I was set to go to pediatrics center. Sadly, the pediatrics center never really had much patients, so there wasn’t much to do. Mrs. Aaron, who was in charge of the volunteer department,

The events occurring during the summer of 2012 opened my eyes to what would become my life’s ambition. I discovered first hand how moments matter and how fragile life can be. My destiny is in the medical field and I am a believer that things happen for a reason.

Scared, nervous, anxious my emotions were all over the place. I didn’t know the interview was going to be a group interview? “Great!” I said to myself, now I have to deal with making myself stand out more. I thought to myself I need this internship so I can be able to look at different careers in the medical field. I need to calm myself down now the interview is about to start. Each time it came to my turn I felt so nervous that I couldn’t get the right words out of my mouth. Nine questions went by and the interview was finally done. I shake hands with both interviewers as I step out the door I felt intimidated by the other applicants. I don’t even know if I aced the interview or completely bombed it.

When individuals think of dead people, images of loved ones might scroll through their brain or perhaps they are reminded of the infamous quote, “I see dead people” from the movie, The Sixth Sense. However, for me, the two words evoke a momentous memory in which I inspected cadavers. I was a teenager at the time, attending a summer medical program and it seemed as if I had entered the gates of heaven or simply put, the gates of Georgetown University. I had always wanted to pursue a career in medicine, and this was evident in second grade when I dressed up as a doctor for career day. It was sensational strutting around in my immaculate, white lab coat and using my Fisher Price stethoscope to “hear” the other students’ heartbeats. I felt the