While I am not as experienced in the faculty of endurance as Shackleton was, my trials as a distance runner have bequeathed me with a concrete idea of what endurance is. My debilitating cramps, my slogs through mud pits that were formerly legitimate trails, and my stomach emptying wretches on the side of the sizzling track have enstilled in me the prerequisite for a belief that what I am doing really matters. When I fail to maintain a positive mental attitude, my exhausted legs slow in their powerful dance; they simply refuse to go any faster as the blanket of apathy envelopes me. Although my running horror story pales in comparison to Shackleton's epic of frostbite and starvation, the workout early on a rainy Saturday morning in November required that I suck it up and believe in what I was doing. I had already run three one mile repeats at a ridiculously fast rate of speed over the trail with the biggest hill in site. When Coach asked
throughout my 9th grade experience it had many ups and downs it was basically an emotion rollercoaster because I didn’t honestly know what I wanted to do with myself I had a great work ethic I always tried my hardest and I was very responsible with my school and I acted mature I acted my age but I wasn’t hanging out with the best kids. For example, I hung out with good kids on my football team. But I also hung out kids from Collins who didn’t take school seriously who were just stoners that convinced me sell and smoke and do stupid crimes which affected me emotionally. My conscious always kept eating and beating me so eventually I went into a deep depression that took me a few months to escape. Eventho throughout all stupid things I’ve done
It’s Monday, August 22, 2016. The time is 4:00 a.m. The first of five alarms began to sound in my ear. Snooze. Second alarm sounds. Snooze. The snooze button is my friend until I realize I cannot afford to sleep another minute. I grudgingly get out of bed and start my morning routine. The time is 4:30 a.m. I get into my car and drive through the pitch-black morning. I arrive to the Michael S. Starnes Athletic Training Center at 4:45 am. My semester long internship begins. For the 2016 Fall semester, I had the opportunity to do a volunteer practicum through the Ole Miss Strength and Conditioning department under some of the best strength and conditioning coaches. This event, rather experience, was an eye opener into the real world.
The weather was glorious. About 90 degrees, with nothing but sun shine! Not even a cloud in sight. I jumped out of bed, and made my way to the bathroom down the hall. As I was finishing with brushing my teeth, I spit in the sink, looked at myself in the mirror with a stern glance and said, “You made it”. After all, I was only 2 short hours from making my way to the Minnesota Vikings first training camp practice of the 2001 NFL season, located near the hotel I was staying in, in Mankato. Although, that wasn’t the only reason why I credited myself. I have been known to struggle with my weight in the past, but I felt good
The unfortunate event began a completely new and terrifyingly dreadful life experience in which all my previous hard endeavors of securing the structurally sound habit of dedication, commitment, and studying I exercised extensively during my senior year, with the inner weapon of possessing powerful agency to absorb material with an extreme passion and letting my heart beat madly on long-distance runs whenever possible were indeed losing their color at a quickening pace. Suddenly I began to doubt my worth and the world’s lessons soon disappeared from my unawakened consciousness. The delicate networks of improvement and inner faith were becoming swept into a tide wayward, far out to sea where the light of my touch couldn’t embrace it.
Two hundred and ten pounds, was that all I could do after a whole summer of strength camp. I felt as though I was sinking in quicksand, all this effort yet only for a loss in my strength. I remembered then of all that I have done to get this far starting at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. After a whole two years, I trained not missing a workout nor a day of strength camp. To reach what I now believed to be my plateau,
Most thirteen year olds crave the attention of older kids, particularly boys. In my case, I dreaded it. I was born shy. My natural instinct when someone approached me was to look away, and if they talked to me – heaven forbid – I would smile, blush, and then quietly mumble something inaudible only to become more embarrassed. It wasn’t necessarily my fault, my entire family had a natural shyness about them. We rarely craved the limelight and for the most part it worked out just fine, that is until we were forced into an assertive role. Along with the attention, most kids want to be the kid who hits the big shot, has the token girls on his arms and is adored by just about everyone. That’s every kid’s dream – except for mine. My experience in
I just went in for a cleaning, all I wanted was for my dentist to check for any cavities and tell me everything was in perfect condition. I don’t understand how I managed to wake up in the middle of a siege. The last thing I remember was Dr. Goldstein saying to me “Well Andre, it looks like you have a few cavities, I’m going to use some anaesthesia, just in case you don't respond to the pain medication again. Is that alright?” I did feel unsure about his decision, I couldn't understand why I would need anaesthesia during a cleaning, but I let him do his job. Dizziness soon followed, before I woke up in a gloomy room with the door barricaded. The only light in the room was coming from a TV showing the news. As I got off the dental chair, I asked Mr Goldstein “What happened here? Why is the door barricaded with furniture?”
Something snapped within me because I got an internal fire to prove them all fucking wrong. I wanted to hit the gym, lose the weight and get completely jacked. My primary objective was to lose my weight and punch the man Johnny square in his face by the end of senior year. Unfortunately, I got injured my first day in the gym. Stupidly, I tried to run as fast as I could on the treadmill, took a wrong step, went flying off the back, and the impact of the fall broke my right
I just went in for a cleaning, all I wanted was for my dentist to check for any cavities and tell me everything was in perfect condition. I don’t understand how I managed to wake up in the middle of a siege. The last thing I remember was Dr. Goldstein saying “Well Andre, it looks like you have a few cavities, I’m going to use some anaesthesia, just in case you don't respond to the pain medication again. Is that alright?” I did feel unsure about his decision, I couldn't understand why I would need anaesthesia during a cleaning, but I let him do his job. Dizziness soon followed, before I woke up in a gloomy room with the door barricaded. The only was light coming from a TV showing the news. As I got off the dental chair, I asked Mr Goldstein
If I didn’t like it, then I didn’t have to continue. I tied a knot in my rope, and tried my best to hold on. I stood at the bar for months with straight knees, and my back in the straightest line I could manage. I stretched every day. I tried my best in class because I didn’t want them to tell me that I wasn’t good enough. We had extra classes to prepare us, and we had excersizes that we had to do at home. I did them all the time. I could tell I was getting better. I was getting so much stronger. My leg was getting higher every day.Then we received another
Getting sick is a part of life, but it can also be deadly. Pneumonia is a deadly, if kept untreated, infection that I received while I was in my sophomore year of high school. I remember coming back home at around four o’ clock in the afternoon, on a Tuesday, and feeling very ill. I knew that I was starting to get sick because it was the beginning of winter, and I usually catch a cold during this weather transition. Unfortunately, I hadn’t had an idea of what was to come.
Last summer was the first time I had undergone surg ery. I went to the dentist after a developed painful ache in the back of my mouth. An x-ray had revealed that one of my wisdom teeth was growing in sideways, causing it to compact into the tooth n ext to it.
The auditorium buzzes with a nervous energy. Everyone holds their breath as the emcee announces the sweepstakes winners. “In second place,” this was our defining moment and we would win, “Northside Health Careers High School!” Just like that, our ten year winning streak in overall sweepstakes at the Texas State Junior Classical League convention was over. I felt that I hadn’t contributed enough to the club and that my passion for classics had diminished.
My fear about dental school is that I will have a challenging time figuring out efficient time management for the rigorous curriculum. So far, this fear of not being able to keep up with the course load has been fueling my desire to work harder. This experience as a first-year dental student has been a culture shock, in terms of how much studying a day is the norm here. One month ago, I was a housewife taking care of my husband and three puppies, and now I am a busy full-time dental student. This sudden change has been pretty difficult, but I perceive the challenge as an opportunity to grow and believe in myself. Learning how to manage my time in dental school now, will help me manage my time efficiently as a dentist in a busy practice.