Personal Narrative Analysis

Lush, green grass began to massage my bare feet. Sunshine beamed off the clean, white goal posts. With my cleats in my hands, ball in my bag, and my freshly washed shirt, only one thing came to mind: soccer. The sport I love and have devoted the past three years was evolving. Many of my friends were shifting from recreational to club soccer. After three years of recreational soccer, I decided to take my game to the next level and tryout for club soccer. Eager to showcase my skills, I stood on the field bearing confidence. Before tryouts began, my thoughts solely consisted of playing club soccer with my friends. I thought little about tryout preparation, because I didn’t know what to expect. No one gave me information about how to perform well

Time goes by and I dribble down the field on the right side and send in a cross and Evan finishes it off with a volley. The score goes to 4-1 us and only about twenty minutes left. The rest of the time runs out and we are the 2014 state champions. My best friend Johnny and I have played soccer together for 13 years before this day and never won a championship until now, I couldn’t be any

I tend to have a late reaction throwing myself to the right side, as the ball is coming and I barely get a tip of it, which helped the ball hit the post. But the ball bounces off the post, with forward right in front the goal has a chance to score, but he miskicked the ball that ends up going over. I was relived, for a second I thought he scored. As I take the goal kick, I look towards the clock and saw two minutes of stoppage time. As soon as I saw the time I started to relax, but it felt like time was going by slowly. But then Leuzinger gets the ball and still has one last chance to score. In my head I was hoping the referee would just end the game, but that was never going to happened. As the Leuzinger player starts to get closer and closer. Our coaches were screaming from the sideline that the two minutes are up, but the referee was not paying attention. The Leuzinger player passes the ball to the right side, I decide to run towards ball because it was inside my penalty box, and I see the forward running towards the ball too. As the forward is running towards the ball, I slide to grab the ball before the forward could get to the ball .When I got the ball, I knew it would be

When I was in fifth grade, I was caught between two worlds, playing the a woodwind or strings instrument. After much thought on which one, I decided that the violin was the best instrument for me, because it had a beautiful, unique sound, plus the possibilities are incredible. I could receive a compliment from a teacher, or even get accepted to the symphony. In elementary, I was known as the best player for my patience and understanding of every piece we played. “Your daughter is my best student in all 4 schools that I teach,” exclaimed my orchestra teacher, Ms. Nichols, to my mother. Ever since then, I have been practicing my violin every minute of every day. At the end of my sixth grade year, I received a letter stating that I have been invited

Robert and his father had enjoyed hiking and camping out together ever since robert was old enough to walk. Their favorite hiking trail was the Appalachian trail which stretches from Maine to Georgia. They had never walked that far of course but enjoyed the section of the trail that passed through their part of Pennsylvania.

Did you know that the idea of New Year’s Resolutions came from the ancient Babylonians, around 4000 years ago. They actually celebrated it around May, when crops were planted, they made offerings to the gods, promising to pay off debts and things such as. This was also a way to show loyalty to the king and the gods. Today this tradition, although changed, still continues. With over 78 percent of Americans celebrating it, a lot of resolutions are made. Some of my own include training Spanky, fixing my truck, and getting my driver's license.

I was thrust into a world where being the best was the sole objective of life. When playing with the Richmond Kickers soccer team in Virginia from 2011 to 2014, the national “elite” team was reasonably within reach, and I felt the responsibility to make the team, not for myself, but for those around me. Not a day had passed without two hours of structured and efficacious practice. My work ethic was unaffected by those who tormented my self-esteem. Comments such as “you’ll never make it… don’t even try out” failed to sway my confidence, and as the tryouts for the elite team approached, my drive was at its peak. I stepped onto the pitch with confidence, the ball resting comfortably between my feet. I left it all on the field that day. Everything I had learned and practiced for ten long years oozed from my pores. In the end, the tryouts had not proceeded the way I would have hoped. Unfortunately for

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 had always loved the spotlight. I was popular, outgoing, and lived for attention. I was active in almost every school sport and club with connections from all cliques. I guess you could say I owned the spotlight and ran the show….but I was never prepared for the day the curtains closed on me.

I was happy we had won are game I really wanted to win. In the beginning of the game we were losing and I didn’t want to lose so it made me try harder to get goals so we could win.

Then suddenly one day I was late to one of my soccer games and once I got there my coach starts saying “órale mijo entra entra y mete goles,” and i was like “está bien” si once I got in the pitch my team passes the ball to me right away and that’s when I look up and the score and time which was 0-0 and 1 minuet and 30 seconds left. Then I start driving the ball to the opponents goal side and once I’m in there

My mind teleporting itself to multiple universes is a constant in my life. Each individual universe is connected in a fractal-like fashion, consisting of spindly chains of universes in arms not unlike the Milky Way’s spiral arms. Imagine the famous Mandelbrot Set: narrowing in on a particular point will reveal the set’s characteristic bulbous shape, but scaled down; in the same way, zooming in on a set of temporally-linked universes will eventually reveal a branching-out shape not unlike the central shape of the multiverse.

Finally when I was about eight years old my dad thought I was ready to join an actual team so he signed me up for the Recreational Department in Fruitland. And on my first day of practice I was so nervous because I didn’t know anyone on the team I was from Payette and mostly all of my teammates were from Fruitland. At first I thinking that soccer wasn’t going to be my sport and I wanted to go home but I didn’t. I actually knew a lot more than my other teammates but I knew that I still had a lot more to

This is probably why I have been playing soccer since I was two years old.I have only played for two soccer teams the

The school bus finally arrived at Desert Mirage High School where my team and I got off and prepared for our soccer game. The sky was somewhat cloudy, so it must have rained before we got there because as soon as I stepped on to the field, I could smell the fresh grass and the wet dirt. We started off with our usual warm ups which was a lap around the field, followed with a variety of stretches, foot skills, and a shooting drills. After we were all finished our coach gathered us up to decide what the setup was going to be. I was not part of the group in the first half that played; however, we couldn’t have started any better. The first half of the game is forty-five minutes and by the twentieth minute the score was three to zero. As the first half came to an end I was excited and filled with joy because we had the lead. Our coach decided to switch the placement of people and ended placing me into the second play. When I stepped onto the field I felt a rush of excitement, yet a hand full of nerves. My teammate Denise and I were set as forwards with her on the right side and me on the left side. We started off with the ball in the middle, and as soon as the referee blew the whistle Denise sprinted to the right side of the field and I kicked the ball hard enough for it to reach her. Denise was struggling between two defenders of the other team when our midfielder, Anial, ran to help her. In that moment, Denise pushed the ball forward for Anial to take it and move towards the