Personal Narrative-Bamboozled

As I stood on the outside of the arena watching teen girls traditional finish dancing, my stomach filled with butterflies. I walked into the arena as the announcer says “Next up teen girl's jingle,” with all the other dancers in my category. It was Sunday, the last day of Indian Summer Pow Wow, and my last contest for this pow wow, this year. Although I was nervous, I was also filled with happiness, confidence, and gratefulness. “Take it away boys” the announcer says. That’s when I knew that the drum group was going to start playing and this meant I had to start dancing.

I am dedicated to staying involved in many clubs and programs in my school. Right now I am currently in baseball, choir, Science National Honor Society, National Honor Society, Ruckus and Rowdy, student council, and in our school musical production, Footloose, as a main acting role. My most prominent talents are in baseball and choir. I have been in baseball since I was 3 years old and have always been an athletic kid compared to my peers. I continue to practice and try my best in baseball and despite always trying new sports and activities, I have never skipped a baseball season. Baseball has taught me the importance of teamwork, taking constructive criticism, respect for coaches and teammates, and persistence in improving. In the past two

One of the greatest life skills that you can attain is to always double check! I unfortunately had to learn this lesson the hard way. Even though obstacles come up, you can always learn from them. In this certain situation, my brother David and I thought that we did something when in reality we didn't.

There were fireworks when I was born. At least that’s what I’d like to think. I was born on July 5, 1996 in Atlanta, Georgia. I was only 31 minutes short from being born on Independence Day. I was pretty much an “outcast” from the beginning. I was quiet and usually preferred to be alone or with just my family. From a young age I became fascinated with movies, particularly older movies. When I was eleven years old I saw the film that helped me figure out what my passions were and who I wanted to be. The film was Dazed and Confused (1993). I know it sounds like a joke considering the films contents, but every aspect of it intrigued me. After watching that, I began developing an urge to do something in the film industry. Eventually when I was

The whole town was regarding me as some sort of hussie. Most of the people around me believed the fact that my husband was long passed and yet, they condemned me. They must not have understood what I had endured. I had overcome so many trials and tribulations, yet they persecuted me for a slip of judgement. That prison cell offered nothing but respite from the judging gaze that the others had taken to giving me. My daughter and I were waiting until the rest of our punishment was given to us. I worried about my safety, but moreso my dear baby’s. I didn’t know what they would do to her and I hoped it was nothing too severe. My escort to punishment arrived as I got my bearings back. I had finally gotten to feel the sunlight on my skin after however long I had been in that cell.

My Dumbest Move I got invited to a party And I decided to go There was alcohol there But that was no surprise to me Everyone kept offering me drinks

Dan was an ordinary 13 year old boy. Dan hated school just like most people in the 8th grade of Rocky Silvers Middle School. He had a few friends, but they didn’t talk to him. They just didn’t bully him so Dan liked them. Many people knew who Dan was, not as the popular, nice, awesome kid, but as the kid to tyrannize everyday.

“Falling down is an accident, staying down is a choice.” I believe this quote helps me understand the true meaning and purpose of getting back up again.

I think that the hardest challenges for me are self doubts, which the leads me to a state of anxiety. When I am faced with multiple projects or a larger-than-normal load of homework, I feel attacked and start to think negatively about my ability to be a good student and become better at the subjects that I have trouble with. In order to overcome these challenges, I usually remind myself that i need to work as hard as I can to make my parents proud and fulfill my dream of someday becoming a Biomedical engineer. If I am selected to be an Apprentice, i know that the extra help regarding college and scholarships and other related topics will help me immensely to learn more about how I am going to set myself up for the future. This program could

Lunch arrives and I'm stuck eating lunch in my friends car, jealous of all the other seniors that eat out daily. I bring my last bag of snacks to U.S. government and politics and discuss the daily events. Calculus is something fresh and challenging and I'm happy to have friends in the class. PE class is entertaining with my girlfriend Jenna as a tennis partner. The school day closes with a socratic seminar in Language and Composition. With the ringing of the final bell at 1:30, I get a feeling of relaxation, at least for 20 minutes. After school, I have football practice at 2. On a team that loses quite often (at least this year, the last two we've been to the finals), the duration of practice is about four hours long or more, six days a week. Football is where I get to relieve some stress by putting my focus and frustration into every hit. While it is an escape from the school life, it is no escape from mental and physical hard work required by the coaches. After a long football practice, a friend drives my brother and I home and we arrive around 6:30 to my mom making a necessary dinner. After eating a dinner with the entire family, I proceed from 7:30 on in my room to finish the required homework into the night varying how late I stay

Trapped. That is the word winding itself around my brain. It works itself through the maze of my body before coming to rest in my mouth like a solid lump, forcing me to part my dry lips and repeat it to the empty elevator like a mantra. I do this for so long that the very meaning of the word falls away and all that remains is a dull, rhythmic, robotic echo. The greet steel doors inch closer together with each passing second, gliding at a pace that I can not keep up with. They seal shut with a resounding boom, imprisoning me in the hollow cavern, a watery sheet of silver surrounding me on all sides. The great steel walls loom above me as I stare into their milky surface, my own ghoulish eyes staring back at me, daring me to try escape. As I begin to sail skywards, I close my eyes and try to imagine myself somewhere else. A wispy coil of a memory appears in my mind and in an attempt to calm my racing heart I clamber at it. It runs from me but I grip onto its tail and run alongside it as I am transported to that day so long ago.

Warmly I embrace thee with such an immensely lustful tenderness that I have at last realised that it is uncomplicated for you to overlook the torment I voraciously endure. The blank obscurity in my gaze is overlooked and neglected, all at the fault of the gleeful adumbration I have rashly stationed upon my own shoulders. It is of my own culpability, though I am nonetheless perplexed at your sanctioned naïvety. What right have you that permits this? You do not even attempt to comprehend the matter anymore. Is this but a malevolent deception that everyone I’ve met is associated with? I wail thunderously in agony, yet you only seem to detect the tranquilest of murmurs. Leisurely you seize my sanity on innumerable occasions, provoking my

My move was perfect. Out of all possible word combinations I could make, the one I found was the best. I knew it could not be beat. I could hardly contain myself. I was about to win my first game after countless losses. My smile reached my ears and a light chuckle could be heard by my competitors. Amidst my uncontainable jubilation my granddad made his move. It equalled a mere eight points but brought the demise of my entire game. My perfect move was ruined.

I have been in all of these activities, besides journalism, for four years and have dedicated countless hours to each one of them. Over the summer, marching band has numerous practices, which I attended in addition to summer school. Throughout the school year, I rarely left when the final bell rang at 2:10. I always had an extracurricular commitment until at least 4:30, and even when I came home, I could not relax since I had homework from my numerous honors/AP courses. My Saturdays were also occupied with marching band competitions and tennis tournaments, so a full two-day weekend was infrequent. Out of all my extracurricular activities, tennis was my most successful. I earned a 3rd place medal in junior varsity doubles, the most improved varsity player award, a 1st place medal in a local tournament, and the title of team captain for my senior

Today, most people get judged for the mistake they make. No matter how big or small the mistake is. Mistakes are made so we can learn from them and grow. Mistakes allow us to not only learn, but to grow stronger and become a better person. President Reagan said that "mistakes were made". Everyone makes mistakes and it happens everyday they may not be a big deal but it still happened. For some however, mistakes are good because they learn what not to do again. I have learned from many mistakes and have become better because of it. A mistake I have made, learned from and accepted responsibility for is, losing my favorite Victoria Secret bra.