Personal Narrative: Communicating With My Body

As we close out the 43rd game of the season, the Phillies drop to 15-28. As the pitching woes continue, it's tough to look on the bright side. It's understandable for the fans to be anxious, but it's all apart of the rebuild. I'm here to tell you to R-E-L-A-X. The team is still incredibly young and in the process of getting back to October. Maikel Franco is struggling a bit at the plate. Picking up the slack in the lineup is Tommy Joseph, who has been on absolute tear through the month of May. Cesar Hernandez has cooled off a bit but still playing some good ball. What can't I say about Aaron Altherr? He's everything you can ask for right now and then some. One thing you can look forward to is one of the most exciting

I soon fell asleep and woke up to the sound of traffic and people yelling as if someone ate the last piece of pie on Thanksgiving. Being half sleep my eyes weren’t fully dilated so I couldn’t see but with one wipe and a closer look at the sign I see the words, “Lew Sterrett Justice Center”. We had arrived at the local jail of the Dallas County. As we walk to the entrance, I was so scared I grabbed papa hand hard as possible. We came to a huge black door with tinted windows so no one could see through. Papa pushed a big red button to the right of the door that mad a loud horn sound. Then the door slowly opened and revealed a room with a door, metal detector and two officers.

This past year, I have been apart of Naperville Central’s brand new Special Spaces club. When my friend approached me and asked me to join, I agreed even though I had no clue what I was involving myself in. In retrospective, I can honestly say that becoming a part of Special Spaces has been one of the most meaningful, fun, and fulfilling experiences I have had in high school.

I awoke with the sound of beeps in the distance. My eyes fluttered, eyelashes blocking my small spot of a view. In the corner, I could see my mom, her head in her hands, shaking slowly from tears. I gradually moved my head to the left. The room was bright, with white floors and bleached walls. There were multiple carts full of medical supplies right next to me. While scanning the room, I could hear my mother gasp and run out of the door. Moments later, a tall lanky guy walked into in the room. He was wearing scrubs with little stars and a light blue stethoscope was dangling from

Confused, shocked and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, gasping for air, trying desperately to stagger onto my knees. A sharp pain suddenly ran up my spine into my forehead and quickly I collapsed back onto the cold damp floor inside this mangled metal coffin in which I was trapped in. Bit by bit I moved my hand closer to my forehead, trying to impede this massive throbbing that was affecting my head. I skimmed my forehead and paused my hand on a huge gash. The pain shot into my head again, but I was able to clutch on to the seat and hold my balance. There was blood pouring down the side

My name was announced. The silence in the room allowed me to hear the judges’ pens scratch through my concise, four- letter name. With my baggy blue button- down, and all black dress- pants on, I proceeded down the auditorium aisle and onto the stage. Even though the crowd consisted of only around 30 uninterested students who purposefully displayed their lack of care, I still felt a pressing audience. Turning to my public- speaking teacher, I acknowledged the “you-may-begin” nod and turned back to the crowd, realizing what I had gotten myself into.

When I moved to Brentwood, CA as a junior, I became part of the Interact Club. Interact is a service club for teenagers to work with the community and for the community through various events, service projects, and fundraising. I enjoyed being in Interact because I was able to meet new faces and explored Brentwood through their eyes. I dedicated my time to helping community events through doing cleanups and participating in events such as tending to booths at the fair.

I must have dozed from exhaustion because I wasn’t sure how long I had been alone with no one in the room to attend me. Tension, oceans of it, built up fast, feeling like a pressure cooker about to explode any second. I opened my mouth to scream, but dryness and terror took my voice and no one heard the faint sound which emerged. That very moment I involuntarily began rising up from the bed and pushing downwards, my body betraying me as it tried to wrench out the invader planted there five months earlier. Gushing blood and fluid poured out from the middle of my being like water from a busted pipe, and then there it was, I could feel it, bulging and slippery, sliding out slowly at first then faster, the sheet moved and I felt something thump against my left inner thigh. I froze in the horror of it all, unable to pull the sheet aside or up to gaze beneath. One single droplet of a tear managed to fall down the side of my face, making its way across my ear consequently fading into the pillow below. I could swear I heard a crack deep inside as my heart severed into two

This semester my primary goals were to eat healthier and to maintain my 6 mile run time. My two goals required a lot of dedication and the body works class has helped me stay focus on my goals throughout the entire semester. Having body work class on Mondays helps me get my week started with a good workout, secondly having this class in general works as a reminder that being healthy and active is an everyday challenge that truly pays off in the long run.

Her cold latex hands took hold of my bare arm as she pulled it toward her and said with a smile, “this will only hurt a bit!” I felt a chill go through my body as the hypodermic sword pierced my skin. The white walls around me seemed to be closing in like a vignette photo, darkening around the edges and becoming blurry until suddenly, darkness. I was floating upon a puddle of dark abyss. I laid there for what seemed like hours until my limp body hit the tile floor. I awoke in a daze moments later, my feet being held above my now dizzy head and feeling like I had been hit like a truck. “What happened?” I mumbled as I began to sit up. The room, now filled with doctors and nurses, erupted in voices insisting I lie back down.

While talking to new classmates about our body biographies last week Friday, I realized something rather important. I realized that we all have different lives, bodies, and experiences. I became cognizant of the idea that we are all unique. I just find it so fascinating that as humans, it is natural for us to look at someone that we don’t even know and make assumptions; we are incredibly quick to judge. But when we look at someone from the outside, all we see is an exterior view; we can see hairstyles, clothes, height, weight, etc. However, when we look at someone, we can’t see their background. We don’t know their story. Having the body biographies discussion was such a critical reminder that we really don’t know anyone until we know their backstory.

I thought I would have to go to my trial dressed in the same dirty, dark gray jumpsuit they had given me. No one had told me any different, so I just assumed that I would be taken to the court house in my jumpsuit like I saw all the criminals in the movies do. It wasn't until a guard collected me from my cell that people finally started explaining things to me. I was taken to a small room that was very similar to the one my lawyer and I had met in, except this one had a window instead of a one way mirror. From my seat, I looked out the window, trying to catch a glimpse of something from the other side. I craned my neck, I saw the officer that had led me into this room talking with a man, but the man was facing away from me. I couldn't tell

Please tell me again Why do I keep coming back I don't wanna do this anymore Coming back to you is like ecstasy One taste and I want more Let me take a breath I am ready to let you go You are bad for me But I always ask for more I get lost in the deep You are the only drug I need

Physical- This dimension was a major shift in my focus and time spent dedicated to increasing endurance, which is visually expressed under the title “Body.” When I was in high school I use to be very active and played soccer for years, but since quitting the field and hitting the library I have noticed a huge difference in my health and ability when I want to be active. This gave me determination to gather a group of friends to go to the gym 3 times a week for at least an hour and increased as the weeks passed. The goal was to be able to run 5 miles in 30 minutes and in almost obtaining that goal my new one is to now decrease the time needed to hit 5 miles.

For the past two months, starting on March 1st, I have aimed to improve my physical wellness. Fitness has always been my weakest aspect of wellness, and I knew it needed to change, which is why I set two primary goals for myself, one involving physical activity and the other related to my sleep habits. I aimed to go on a hike, practice yoga, and do one other exercise routine, each once a week, and get to bed by 10pm nightly. Hiking has always been a passion of mine, I had been wanting to start doing yoga, and in the past I’ve struggled with poor sleep habits which were detrimental to my health, which was how I decided on each of my goals. In a checklist, I wrote that I would buy exercise materials, go to my doctor, and take a hike that was