Essay on Personal Narrative- Becoming a Good Loser

“Fear is an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous.” Rainsford is an experienced hunter who fell off a yacht, and swam to a nearby Ship Trap Island. Once he got on the island, he found shelter with a deadly General Zaroff. Great fear was then sparked in Rainsford when Zaroff forced him to be hunted in a three-day long game. Thus, Rainsford will most likely never hunt again after suffering through the damaging trauma of the game.

Having grown up in a time and within a society where the terms fail and lose are rarely spoken to children in any aspect of their lives, I generally considered myself a success in everything I did. I received medals, ribbons, certificates, awards, and trophies for academics, sports, and for just being a kid. So in my mind, for the majority of my life, I was unaware that I had failed or lost at anything. And having a father that is a U.S. Marine, failing and losing were not things that I wanted to tell him that I had done. Now that I am tasked to determine how I have grown from my failures, I realize that I have failed, that failure is not the end, and that I have excelled in several areas of my life due to what I have learned from those failures.

Summer vacation, and school ends for about three months, and then you have as much fun as you can, then back to school… right? Well I had to go to summer school, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Everything was going fine, I had a job after summer school, and that was going fine as well. They say that summer is supposed to be fun and exciting, and it usually is for me and my family. However in July my father started coughing up blood. My father usually doesn’t make it his top priority to go to the doctors, so he waited about four weeks until he really didn’t feel good.

“Life is like a baseball game. When you think a fastball is coming, you gotta be ready to hit the curve.” -Unknown. Baseball is a game, one that is not timed, one that is not rushed either, but is only allowed twenty-seven outs. For some it means everything to them, for some the opposite. Even though it is just a game, the characteristics and necessities that come along with it, is what people don’t understand. Baseball can teach individuals, all ages, the tools they need to help themselves, schooling and their future. Within this comes the aspects of teamwork, self-confidence, and the importance of family.

Have you ever felt so nervous in your life that your mind ached with anxiety. It was the final race in my seventh grade track season, but little did I know my anxiety became the least of my worries.

Lessons Learned Late From the day life starts through an entire lifetime, learning plays a key role in society. It is through these lessons, people are able to develop into wise people. Even when mistakes occur, people continue to grow. On the other hand, not learning a crucial life lesson has different consequences-usually even more negative and severe than simply making an error.

I finally made it to the end! I was so happy that I finally beat the

In life, we never stop learning; and sometimes, we learn from the most unexpected persons, places, or incidents.

SC completed RA HV with Pa on1/12/2016. By Pa walking to the door to let SC in the apartment she was severely SOB and she was wearing her oxygen. SC asked Pa if this was common and she reported that it’s always like that she just have to pace herself. Pa reports that she uses to have bloody noses and sore throat all the time but now her humidifier has help her al in controlling that. Pa's as a history of COPD, asthma, OA, RA, GERD all of which affect her functioning and ability to adequate care for herself. At one of Pa’s routine medical visit it was discover that a lump she has had for many years is now growing and her doctor is very concerned Pa a battery of test down in November, 2015 and was schedule to get the result two months later 1/10/2016 (but 1/10/2016 saw on a Sunday and that doctors office was closed Pa was sent a letter from the doctor’s office asking

When I joined the military, I had absolutely no idea what I was getting myself into. It is one of the main reasons why I decided to join the Reserves and not Active duty. The other main reason was because I knew the Reserves would still pay for college while I was only active one weekend a month. Growing up in Killeen, Texas – I was right beside one of the largest Army post which is Fort Hood. I had a lot of friends whose parents were in the military, and two distant cousins who were also in the service. All I knew, (or thought I knew) was they had good money.

A lot of people have life lessons or events that have changed them somehow. I have a very petrifying experience that changed how I see things. I was about ten years old when this happens my family and I were going on a trip to Frostburg State University. It was a Friday after school, I had to pack the night before, so we could leave right after I got off the bus, I remember not being very excited about going nor were my brothers. My parents were very excited though because it was the college that they both graduated from. I had no desire in going because I was only ten at the time, so I did not need to be visiting colleges, or going to more school on my weekend. We were just doing this for my parents, this obviously meant a lot to them. I don’t have much recognition of the ride up because I slept the majority of the it.

In the center of the Grand Hall were the games, fresh from the oven, all which I’ve never played yet. While you waited centuries for your turn to play you would have to put up with the cluster of people around you, as if you were a magnet which stuck to people. Once it was your turn the glare of the screen would reflect off of your face, you’re faced against another player, the results of my match was me getting utterly destroyed or shattered as if I were glass. The game had been out for a few days, so some people already have experience on the game, that moment was the equivalent of an NBA player against a first grader. My loss also could have been decided from my usage of old techniques from a different game, which I applied to this new one. After playing you’re given tickets to cash in for either a blood red fox pasted along a background of snowfall on a patch or a legendary sword stabbed into pure, shining gold shield, as a DS cleaner. I went with the DS cleaner since I haven’t played the game the fox patch was from. When we were done with cames we explored the Grand Hall like it was an ancient temple, the cool cosplayers representing an artifact. As I interact with the “artifacts”, who look like they came right out of their screen and into this convention, a flash is shot upon my side from the direction of my friend, stashing visual memories in his device. After walking forever my legs felt like a worn out monument with only one column to support it, and my mouth felt like desolate and barren wasteland, if drought took place there since drinks at the convention required highway robbery to obtain. We decided to get some snacks outside the convention center at a nearby corner store, I got some chips, while my friend got

I entered the gym door with 16 people, walking to the lockers on a hot summer day. One by one we all changed into our uniform. When we finished the coach called us all out and made us get a volleyball. Things got really interesting and fun. From there we practiced serving the ball over the net. Next, he made us get in a circle to serve the ball to each other. Tomorrow same time 2:30, we will start again. The objective for today was to play against the team. He split the girls and me into two teams. I got on the black line, feeling anxious but dauntless. I saw the net and the line across the other room and I gazed at it. At practice, I couldn’t hit the ball back when the other team served. I constantly tried and tried, but I failed. I experienced that volleyball’s not my thing, but I had to keep trying.

As the contestants rose above the smoke, the dust, the eerie fog, I stared in absolute awe. The game had begun; the sirens, the flashing lights imitated that of many - therefore scaring the contestants, each dashing for the armory in the dead center section of the arena. Their screams, consequently, were furthermore spread apart, the killing had a rate climbing faster than that of a bullet straight across a plain; the last of the few remaining as some sort of squad, as a team. It sort of reminds me of The Hunger Games - contestants fighting, running and all - but this is, as of now, and before, a different game. A dangerous game at best, rivers of fire and lava, acid rain and daily tsunamis ravaged the remaining players - gorges stretching miles deep, their culmination rising higher than the Himalayas; giant spiders striding across the ragged terrain, and prehistoric bats forming aerial attacks to finish off the remaining contestants. Those who were lucky made it. Those who were not? Well, let us just say that they were out of the game. One of my game's contestants managed her hindsight conservatively, understanding and applying rather swift. Coincidentally this could just end well for her; it is not quite often you receive a player with a hindsight.

Learn it the hard way. That is the way I learned the old adage “no pain, no gain”. It was my first dirt bike race. My heart had been pounding like a drum in a high school band for three days before the race. The race was in the middle of nowhere in Tucson, Az. I arrived on a Friday, my race was on Saturday.