Personal Narrative: A Real Team

With the awkward silence sitting and waiting for the results to be told along with the rest of the crowd. Being able to balance sports and school is extremely hard to do without slacking in one or the other. The ones who can has to put in ten times the

After a strong winter season, breaking all of my personal records from the previous season, it was evident that this was the time. I would practice every day past the point of exhaustion, past the point of pain and past what I thought my body could every do. However, success would not come immediately due to a twisted ankle that forced me to take off the first meet of the season. But in missing the first meet, it fueled my fire and came out onto the next meet ready to go, and it translated to success. Breaking all of my personal records in the first meet, I knew that this was the year to complete my goals from 7th grade. Quickly achieving all of the times I never thought to be possible, there was still the ultimate goal of breaking a school record. The season was nearing its end, and my relay and I had come close, but had not broken the record. Plagued by injury, my relay had its last chance to meet the goal of breaking the record, and the stage could not have been greater: the state championship meet. But luck was on our side, and I executed a perfect start which propelled us into an early lead, and led to my relay and I placing 5th in the state, and breaking the school record by almost a second. I had achieved my 7th grade goal, not by being good, but the luck of my team and I all being healthy at the same time, shooting out of the blocks,

On this bright and sunny day of August. I was very happy and excited to be starting my first day of Booker T. Washington high school as a freshman.Today I am going to tryout for pom with my friends Maddison, Haleema, and Jose. As I walk out the school doors to go home and get ready for pom tryouts I get butterflies in my stomach because I’m very nervous. When we are driving up to the school I look at all the people who are here and I know that Haleema, Maddison,Jose and I have to try our best if we really want to make it.The next couple of days as I walk down the hall I see the boys and girls who tried out for pom rushing to an orange paper hanging on the wall next to the lockers. On the paper I see Maddison and I made the team. That moment I noticed that Haleema and Jose were a little disappointed because they tried their hardest. So they decided to join track the next day. Maddison and I were very excited that we had pom practice the next day.

Junior year of high school I had reached my limits and had become clinically depressed. I had no interest in school, and I had considered quitting my schools cheerleading team. I felt alone and underwhelmed with where I had imagined my life was going to go. My dream was to become a state champion with cheerleading and to place in the top 10 at the National High School Cheerleading Championship, I had already made amends with the idea that it was an unreachable goal. I had completly given up. Ready to quit, one of my teammates had taken notice in my dismissive persona, she had also brought it to the attention of the rest of my team. They began to push me harder then they he'd ever pushed before. They helped me realize that I was great again.

Hi Team, I would like to start off by apologizing for my repeated absences. Lately I have been busy with school, work, and college planning. I realize this is no excuse as we all have made sacrifices to be fully prepared for whatever this trip may endure. This trip, along with the benefit of our team, is my top priority. I by no means take the importance of teamwork lightly; as Carla says, the trip starts long before we step foot in the airport. Again I'm very sorry and this is my commitment that I will a better teammate and be more

Exhausted and fatigued I forced my white spikes into the grassy course. The arid, dry air made it feel like I was running through a desert. With the blazing, scorching sun beating down on me which made things much worst. I soon develop cotton mouth and breathing becomes a much

The future. A place filled with unknowns and unexpected twists and turns. As I near the end of my high school career, the idea of college and all that follows it is becoming a reality in my mind. I do not know what God has in store for me, but

The team and I joked around to try and release our nerves. Something was bugging me though, I kept thinking back to when Durkins told me that Lincoln had said that we were going to lose(4). I was really shocked, I mean, I knew Lincoln trusted his old team more

We were fighting the pain to make it to the last two races of the season, Regionals and States. Regionals was a very emotional race for us. The previous year we were defeated by Parkersburg and was unable to attend states. We had ruined the streak for the girls varsity of PHS to make it to states. We were devastated. This race was different than the others. This race determined who ran in states. We knew we had to give it our all. At the start line, Coach wrote a “1” on our leg to keep in mind the one year we didn’t make it to states. We knew that staying home this year was not an option. We raced hard with everything we had. As everyone finished we had this feeling of defeat. We cried and just put ourselves down. We were not confident in our performances. Coach Martin and P. Sines knew it was a close race. However they had more information than we did. They knew the results. They watched us cry as a team and continue to believe we didn’t make top three. This was the moment I will never forget. “Coming in third place is…..PRESTON HIGH SCOOOOOOL” announced the official. No longer were we crying sad tears. We were crying tears of

This race was one of the first examples from which I had learned the power and importance of hardwork and determination. As I was emerging my teenage years, it was one of the most important lessons I had taken from that period of time; one that I still apply to my daily life. I had only started running for a couple weeks, in which my team and I ran through the frigid early spring weather, the scorching heat, and the fatigue after a seven-hour school day. All the work put in by not only myself, but my teammates and coaches, revealed to me the power dedication, hardwork, and determination has to bring about incredible

When I was in seventh grade my mother, against all odds, convinced my awkward, out-of-shape self to join the football team. In spite of my initial begrudging attitudes, by the season’s conclusion, I had made numerous new friends and enjoyed the experience of playing a sport enough to join track and field that spring. Eagerly, I continued with athletics in high school, training vigorously during the off season. Like a character leveling up before a boss fight, I trained with intensity, lifting weights four times a week, gradually improving on my personal records each time until I was far stronger than I had ever been. I had heard the vague platitudes since I was a kid, but sports truly taught me the meanings of commitment and discipline. As the years passed, the brotherhood formed between my teammates and I became unbreakable. I believed without a doubt that every one of my teammates would give his all for me, and I would do the same for them. Because of athletics, I have become healthy, mentally and physically stronger, and I have friendships I will cherish

How we met At the end of August 2008 when I worked in a company called Colsanitas in Bogota Colombia, I had the great opportunity to meet to Yanira Rodriguez who is my current partner. At that moment I was one of the team leaders of the process area, and Yanira started

“Haha I won against you!” “I will win against you next time!” “No you will not,your team sucks” “You will not talk about my team like that, your team are losers!” “I am just telling you the truth, I hate you!” “Ok,we will see who wins next week, if you guys think you guys are goody tissues then we will see who wins”

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

At the beginning of my high school years, I used to be a competitive gymnast. It was my whole entire world ever since I had started competing at age eight. I trained thirty hours a week and saw the inside of a gym more than my own home, and my coaches more than I saw my parents. My teammates were my best friends, and my entire life was defined by the tittle of being a gymnast. I had trained diligently and I was getting to a point where all my hard work had hit a pinnacle. It was early April and I had a big competition on Sunday. Sunday morning came and I was competing in the gym I trained in and was surrounded by my best friends. I knew what I was doing, I was calm and confident and ready to claim another first place medal and enjoy the day. Its custom in gymnastics that before you compete you salute the judges so they know you are ready. I saluted, stepped forward and took off. The next thing anyone heard was a gut wrenching snap, and the room