Personal Narrative-Changing Event Analysis

I played competitive soccer for a very long time, and right before one outdoor season, I got the news that I was dropping a level, and it shattered my heart. I thought I wasn’t good enough for the competitive team. When I showed up to the first practice, I thought to myself, ‘This is going to be a long season’. These girls couldn’t quite play like how I was used to; quick, intense, and losing wasn’t an option. I acted like I was better than them because I had played at a higher level for most of my life. I thought that if the coach would see how much of a better player I was, they would send me back up to the more competitive team. However with each practice and game, my frustration grew and I started yelling on the field, things like what to do, what we should have done, and if we messed up, I made it quite obvious that I was frustrated. I just really wanted to get back to my old team, that was my only goal. When my coach called me off of the field for a “substitution”, I was utterly confused. I was doing the best out there so shouldn’t I stay on? When I got off the field my coach sat me down and told me to smarten up and shut up or I wouldn’t be getting on the field again. He told me that he knows I played on a better team, but my attitude needed to improve because this was my

Admittedly I’m not the best wrestler, but my hard work ethic and determination is what makes me exceptional. At the 2015 regionals I lost my first match of the tournament which really brought my spirits down quite a lot. Going into my second match I knew if I lost my season would be done, and sectionals would be out of question for me. I ran out onto the mat, my heart is pounding through my chest. I didn’t want to let my parents and coaches down again. The match started and instinctively I grabbed my opponent’s leg and pinned him in 23 seconds. Winning this match put me into the finals for third place. When I ran onto the match for the finals match my heart dropped when I saw the guy who beat me come out to wrestle me. This meant I had to wrestle the guy that beat me to get into sectionals. The match started and he took me down, so I

After the conditioning drills, we learned a few moves, then paired up and practiced them. “You’ll be fine,” coach said “you just have to be aggressive.” I nodded, but inside I secretly prayed that I wouldn’t get stuck with a rabid beast of a wrestler. Apparently the wrestling gods weren’t listening.

My next opponent was ranked 2nd in the state, and my teammates were betting on how long I was going to last. Whether it was the shortest amount of time or the longest, my team had no faith that I would win the match. Hearing them was just like a knife going straight through my back, I felt like was going to forfeit if that was the way it was going to be. I’m stronger than that, I made it all the way here with no one on my side, besides my parents. I will fight for the win in this match to be able to laugh at them for once. What they did actually helped me, It got me pissed off and it gave me a reason to win. I see the my opponent walk up to the table and I thought how is he even legal to wrestle. I instantly thought is this guy using steroids.

But, you just have to know when learn to succeed from your failures. Most freshman at this point, loosing their first match in front of everyone would quit the team and say that they are not cut out for wrestling. That it is too hard. Not me. I looked past my failure and trained. I went to every practice and every meet. I wanted to succeed, I know success wasn't gonna be easy because success isn't given, it's earned. Success is earned by putting in hard work, sweat, and blood. Despite my hard work and dedication I still lost the matches I was put into. However, this did not discourage me like the first time, on the contrary , it actually motivated me to want it more. To embrace the rush. Sophomore year rolled by and my coaches told me that this was my year. We had a tournament and I was about to go weigh in when I see him. The kid that pinned me in my first match. He had a wide smirk on his face and that made me nervous. He knew who I was which made things worse. I panicked and became worried,"would he pin me like last time I wondered". After weigh ins, I sat the same way I did that first meet.

Today was the day when me and my twin brother finally get to go sledding and boy has it been a while as I kept telling my brother as I keep getting myself even more excited. I am finishing up my work in school and I just keep watching the clock waiting for the bell to finally ring then there it goes Run out of the classroom and get my stuff ready. Then I meet up with my brother and we race home get all our homework done and go racing down stairs to get our winter cloths on.

There was no one and nothing in sight. The plethora of joyful ducks that were here before were nowhere to be found. There weren’t even any people walking the trail like before. The trees that were once so distinguishable in daylight were now shaded in black and were only recognizable by the shape and size from a far. It seems as if when darkness falls on Higginbotham’s Walking Trail, wildlife seems to scatter and the area becomes desolate.

The voice inside my head has caused me a lot of trouble lately. I can't really shut it up. It's like a little red guy on the left side of my shoulder telling me to violate the rules. It's always there, looking over my shoulder and at my homework saying, "that personal essay can wait" and encourages me to see the good side of procrastinating. But, there is another voice sitting on the right side of my shoulder with a tiny halo over its head. They both make my daily decisions in life and keep me awake at night. Although, I never really thought about my self-conscience being the decider of my actions until I really focused on my daydreaming skills in class.

Alright, I suppose I should start with the 'basic bio stuff'. I have two sisters, one that is two years older than me and one who is the same age. I really enjoy English and art, and I am definitely not a very sports-motivated person.

I’m a fighter, a survivor, maybe even a leader. I’ve have struggled with so many things throughout my life. I’ve been able to adapt to a new environment pretty quickly. There would be times we could hear my mom and her boyfriend fight. Some nights would be worse than others but if my sister was scared I’d be there for her. Even after I had gotten depression, keeping my sister safe and happy was my top priority. I don’t let her see me cry or when I’m hurt because she looks up to me and I try to teach her to be strong about things. I also tell her it’s ok to cry that showing emotions is a good thing. Now that we live with our mom alone in town we are mostly happy with everything. Every now and then me and my mom fight or argue and I always try

“Judgemental Heuristics is rules of thumb or shortcuts that people use to reduce information-processing demands” (Kinicki and Kreitner, 2012,p.335.) During my five year work experience I have bounced around from several different companies. I found myself lost not really knowing what direction I wanted to go in my career. I knew focusing on helping others was a passion of mines, but when it came down to making the decision on what career field focus it was a challenge for me.

I will be completely Honest, I thought the earth moved closer to the sun causing the warmer months. I feel like this is what i was taught growing up. Science was never a major focal point in my childhood education. I do feel better that even Havard graduates are mistaken when they try to explain why seasons change. Actually thinking about the earth tilting on its axis toward and away from the sun. Makes so much more sense in why seasons change. I would almost say the United States doesn't value education as a whole. I know it is becoming more and more important these days. Generations before us were lucky if the even finished high school. My grandfather was only required to finish the eight grade before calling it quits on his academic career.

If you are to do this make sure you are ready, safe, and also suited with safety procedures equipment or someone with you to help . You should be ready for the unexpected and unknown. Try to be safe as possible at all times, one way you could ensure this is by being cautious.

I would say when my son was about three months old and we took him to the doctor. This turned into a nightmare, because the doctor felt he was breathing funny. Being a first time parent, I was not about to take chances. However, while my husband was able to get the day off from work, I was the one who stayed at the hospital overnight with him for observation. This was partly because he was nursing, but also because I did not work so it made the most sense. I was frustrated with the naval hospital because they made him go through two sets of x-rays, one of which was completely unnecessary. They also ordered a test to be done to ensure his heart was ok, which was again unnecessary. I understood the doctors did it out of concern, but I felt it

I am the youngest of four children, and the failure of my oldest sister helped transition me from childhood to adulthood. Family is very important to me and my parents have always held high standard for each one of their children. Since I am the youngest sister, my oldest sister has always set an example of how we should live life. When she was in college I was only in elementary school and I didn’t know what was going on until I got older. My older sister dropped out of college, payed for her boyfriends loan without telling my parents, and basically screwed up her life. She had attended more than four different college where she is now twenty-nine and still hasn’t obtained a degree. As I got older, her failures were always the hot topic at the dinner