Personal Narrative-A Night At The Rose Bowl

Most people are all grown up when they finally figure out what they want to do with their life. I was 4. I realized what I wanted to be when I attended my very first Rodeo. Even though it was so long ago I can remember that day like it was yesturday. That day got me on the path to my future.

It was late one day in June, and the sky was as blue and clear as sparkling wine. I sat back in my hammock reading the book Unbroken enjoying myself, and my uncle came up and asked me if I wanted to play poker with him, 5$ buy in. I jumped at the idea finished my page and went inside the house. Poker is a pretty big thing in my family and I’ve grown up playing and my uncle was one of the best, so spending time with him playing poker is always one of my favorite things to do. We proceed to set up the table, “Texas Holdem“ he says, Jacks to open”. Nothing weird, so we get the game going and the pots getting pretty big when all of the sudden he drops his cards. I stare the cards dead in the eye and see that i'm going to surpass him! He looks

Ever since I was young, I had always dreamed of playing college volleyball. After playing volleyball for 10 years college letters were finally beginning to flood my mailbox everyday and college coaches were sending emails to me left and right. This all began in January of last year. At my first tournament of the year in Columbus, college coaches were swarming the courts. They were like worker bees after the first bloom of spring. I remember crossing paths with one coach, in particular. That coach was Pete Hoyer of North Carolina State University (NCSU). I vividly remember greeting Pete with a smile and a simple hello. Pete Hoyer did not return the greeting.

It was the day of April 13, 2000. I woke up at exactly 12 o’clock because my boyfriend was to pick me up at 1 like we planned the night before. The day looked quite nice, but I was in a fowl mood. I got into a car accident the night before and had a huge argument with my parents about the car. I finally dragged myself into the shower and got ready in half an hour. Then I went downstairs, sat on my couch, and repeatedly told myself the day would hopefully turn out better than last night. At around 1:15, my boyfriend came to pick me up. We took the 5 freeway to the 57 since it was the only way I knew how to get there. As we approached the 134 freeway, my girlfriend veered to the right,

Our first stop was San Jose. We arrived late at night, so after we checked into the Don Carlos and found our rooms, a group of us went to go find food. We ended up eating at a pretty fancy restaurant about a block away from the hotel. It was pretty expensive and it was late at night so we got a pizza to go, but this would be nothing like the other things we would eat. The next day we

The day College of Faith football team played, Missouri S&T was in the fall of 2015, it was cold. At the time me and my brothers on the football team came off a big lost to the Cougars of St. Francis. The St.Francis Cougars Are located in Fort Wayne, Texas. They are a very big school, the cougars were undefeated the whole year round. After the 65-0 lost to the cougars, we the College of Faith, had a game against Missouri S&T. I felt like a raging superstar on field, I had 8 tackles, 1 big blindside sack and 1 pass deflect, it was very cool and also sunny. Unfortunately, we got demolish, the whole team quit.We lost 64-0 Football taught me to value my life more and be more ongoing to learn new things.

On January 22, 2017 at Lower Macungie Community Center gym two Lower Macungie Youth Association (LMYA) were playing against each other. They were playing basketball. No team was getting demolished.

Sunday, November 3, 2013 is a day that I remember so vividly. It was the day of my first ever Patriots game. I grew up surrounded by Patriots fans, my mom, my

Looking back on high school, one memory usually stands out. For me, it was when our band marched in the Tournament of Roses. Preceding the Rose Bowl in Pasadena every January, we were thrilled to be in the parade. Considered one of the best bands in the state, the parade officials contacted our band director. The problem was only paying for the trip. However, holding spaghetti suppers and car washes, the money was eventually raised. We went to California two days early to visit Disneyland. Covered with thousands of flowers, we also got a sneak preview of the floats. Reporting to the parade site at 6:00 a.m., our place in the parade was assigned. Marching the six-mile route, more than a million people would watch us. Watching the parade on

“Aidan, please go to college,” my grandfather stated, after receiving his terminal cancer diagnosis. This meant thousands of possibilities, but I was piqued by Wake Forest’s prestigious reputation and programs. This engendered an unofficial visit, during which the Cleveland Indians were playing. As I was strolling through campus, I saw someone with an Indian’s “C” on his shirt, so I exclaimed, “Go Tribe!” He was ecstatic about the game that night. Eventually our conversation branched out and he explained the advantages of attending Wake, like the great professors and peers I could meet here. His inviting nature made my interest in Wake grow exponentially. His praise of the school was genuine. Since people love this school so much

Coach Drew Sullivan’s first recollection of a man desiring to play with his meaty ass happened after being drafted to the famed NFL Wranglers. His Mom, elder Sister and collegiate teammates were all aglow with pride. After the numerous press conferences, Drew Sullivan was requested to see the team’s Athletic Physician for his final medical exam.

Last night I made my first visit to watch a home game at Waverly. The game when all was said and done turned out to be worth the 1:45 minute drive. A late fumble at the one-yard-line kept Waverly from taking a late lead, that was followed by a drive of championship caliber by the Pirates to put this contest away.

It was great talking with you. I always enjoy meeting someone from SC. Plus you are a Gamecock fan like myself. I went to the A&M game last year when they came to town. Hopefully this season is better than the last one.

I woke up the morning of September 12th to the blasting sound of the song Rebel March, a tradition my roommate and I have started. I jumped out of bed and put on my navy blue sundress; I knew it was going to be a perfect game day.

My family was financially challenged. I had a regularly under or un-employed husband and two kids at home. An acquaintance submitted our family for consideration to the BCS program. We were accepted and gleaned weekly to supplement our household expenses. I was involved in the program several years, during which time BCS grew in leaps and bounds. Eventually, my home life changed and I no longer needed the supplements BCS had provided. Therefore, I moved over to let someone else get on board.