Personal Narrative Analysis

During this season I was given the opportunity to coach one of the younger teams in the gym. I loved it! I was hesitant at first because I doubted my abilities not only as an athlete but as a coach. In my senior season and ninth year of cheer I finally made it onto a restricted level 5 team. I was also blessed with the opportunity to be a junior staff member and coach a team I fell in love with. During this season my team got a paid bid to compete at the Summit Championship, this is the highest level of world competition for levels 1 through restricted 5. I never got to compete at the actual World Championships, but I was satisfied with what I had accomplished in my last season. I also got to watch the team I coached finish out their season strong. This team gave me a passion for coaching. I now had a new goal and that was to become a cheerleading coach as my

All sports require time and dedication to a certain extent. Dance has been my passion and weekend activity since I was three and became a very serious thing from seven to around twelve. I danced at a studio until I entered middle school at K.O. Knudson and dance was my major. I left K.O. and moved to Summerlin where I now attend Palo Verde. I received dance as my elective, being weary about the class considering I was also recovering from a back injury even during my time at K.O. and on top of that knowing I was loosing all of my skill from being absent forever and a day.

The reason behind that was I realized that when most athletes came out they were afraid of what is in store for them in the future. Some come out the first week and quit, but there are others who tried this for the first time and stay there for the rest of the season. But the reason why they stayed was because of the support I gave them, the encouragement they got and most importantly the self-confidence they obtained over the course of the season. There were times where an athlete came out and they were nervous of the fact that there were others around them that were much faster. But I always kept telling them it's not about who is the fastest or who made varsity, but it's about who is willing to do whatever it takes to better

I am forty four years old with three children and a wonderful husband. I grew up in Oklahoma and later moved to Kansas, and then Arizona where I finished my degree is Political Science at Arizona State University. My career goals were to attend law school after undergrad, so that I could be an advocate for children that were suffering serious injustices back then, and sadly they still seem to be suffering those injustices today.

Using my old experience and old habits I had become just as good or even better than before. As I was on the freshman team for gymnastics, I had brushed off the rustiness from the break that I had taken. Even though the sport is as not tough and rough as club, I still felt the rush that I did before. As I take the skills and lessons that I learned from club gymnastics, I still work just as hard and have just as much fun. As freshman year continued, I started to remember the habits and the reasons why I loved this sport. With a different coach and new teammates, I still felt at home. Jumping back onto the equipment was like riding a bike, even though I was a little rusty at first, I will always remember what was taught to me. Throughout freshman year I have improved and grown potential that I hope to apply later in life and later in gymnastics. I push for new skills and moves every day, but most importantly the sport makes me feel

Once upon a time, there was an illegal immigrant named Rosa she came from a poor family and her mother left her when she was 4 years old for another man.

At the dawn of a new gymnastics season with no seniors, my coach had to decide who would be the varsity captain. I was honored when she chose me and by the confidence that she had in me, but I was uneasy. I was a fifteen-year-old junior, the only African American on the team, and expected to lead a team of girls from two rival high schools. The odds seemed stacked against me. With hopes of pushing my team to new heights, I worked harder and led by example. I challenged myself, and respectfully challenged my teammates to always give their best efforts. Eventually, we transformed from participants to teammates.

While being on the team I had to work extremely hard at bettering myself and keeping up with the top gymnasts in Sudbury. I had never wanted anything more than to place top 10 at provincials. I achieved my goal and placed 9th overall, but that wasn't exactly the point. The point was that along the way, I discovered who I as a person truly am. I found out what it feels like to push myself physically and mentally further than it has ever been pushed and experiencing the feeling of victory in the face of adversity. I had had never anyone believe in me as much as my coach and teammates did. They inspired me and showed me that I can achieve anything i set my mind to. I learned what teamwork truly meant and I found a new passion. Gymnastics is something like nothing else and Ive learned so many life lessons from it. I’ve learned discipline, determination, consistency, respect, dedication but most of all, learned resilience. Each life lesson hasn't just only helped my academics but my character. One of the most important lessons i've learnt is that everyday, rather, success is not measured by the position i've reached in life or by the wins and losses, but by the the personal growth and development i've had and by the obstacles that have been overcome while trying to

Statistics show that around 50% of married couples get divorced in the United States, which would make my family and I just another statistic. 8 years ago, I was only 10, my brother was barely 7, my mom decided to leave my dad. I clearly remember sitting in the car with my nana, I was a smart kid, and asking her what was going to happen with my mom and dad. She didn’t beat around the bush or talk down to me as a child, she said “I think they’ll end up divorcing.” And to many people’s surprise, I felt excited at that idea. It wasn’t that my parents constantly fought or were abusive, but somehow I knew at 10 years old that the best thing for all of us was this separation.

My struggle is daily and agonizing, it has been with me since my mother let me eat orange cheese puffs after years of relentlessly removing the Red 40 dye from my diet. After countless memories of chewable chalk vitamins and freshly squeezed carrot juice, my mother had finally given up on her “Health Nut” lifestyle for my brother and I. Of course, this did not mean I could drink stacks of sugar induced drinks and eat mounds of chocolate candies, but it was a start of being able to purge on pepperoni pizza without having to take a supplement. Although Doritos and cheeseburgers interested me, I personally found my love in carbohydrates.

I have talked about goals before, but today I want to talk about a very special goal of mine. To begin with, driving scares me! Especially my mom's vehicle, which is like driving a mechanical monster; or a behemoth as I call it! For a long time I have had friends and family on my back to get my license. I have had other options; people willing to give me rides, bus. I become quite inventive in finding ways to side step my fear. That was until my mother started having medical problems, and I wasn't able to help her as much as I wanted. (I also began to realize that as much as I wanted my parents to be around forever to look out for me, reality has a different plan.) So I decided it was time to face one of my demons!

I was born and raised in Vietnam at the years 1987, and my generation is a generation Y which is between 1981 and 2000. The generation Y is the most challenger generation because it is the generation right after the war end. Since I was born, I have been taught to be responsible with the family, archive the highest education, and completion with the other. Those make me feel that I can control the world and me feel that I am the best because my family lay a lot of hope and expectation on me.

There are few people in this world who can say they are the oldest of nine kids, have ADHD and a 4.1 GPA, or live on a small farm with animals. I, however, embody all of these extraordinary traits, even in addition to left-handedness and extreme far-sightedness! How is that for recessive genes? Yet I believe that my uniqueness, more importantly, has shaped me with strong character and fortitude.

Exactly the grade I was in, I´ve got no idea, my age, around nine. I grew up with only one other student the same age and myself that live in our neighborhood. Often times, we would head to each others´ houses, ride our bikes around, play with dogs, etc. Then, there's this incident, it was on any given spring day, and we had been walking with his brother and their mini little mutt.

I had grown tired of the glances I received on the train that lasted too long and broke as soon as I dared reciprocate. I couldn't fathom the fascination with watching a stranger simply sit on the train or complete a routine however, I was compelled to make an effort to understand the fixation. The next time I boarded train I was no longer simply a commuter hoping for a brief train ride independent from nameless commuters. I was an analyst on a freelance mission to disclose the reasoning behind the fixation on the mannerisms of the population. I took out my headphones, put away my book and for an hour I sat and observed, I watched the girl who couldn't stop biting her nails, a man who looked like all the coffee in the world couldn't prepare