Personal Narrative: Don T Be Down

Walking out onto the opponent’s brightly lit turf field setting up for the kickoff of the second half just gave me the feeling that everybody knows, my hair starts to stand up, butterflies began to flutter in my stomach, and everything seems to slow down. Looking into the stands and seeing that our hometown fans had traveled four hours in order to outdo the home crowd gave me a sense of comfort. Looking into East Jefferson’s stands and seeing that our fans, despite having to travel all the way down south, outnumbered their fans by at least 70 people. I found myself thinking that this meant just as much to our town as it did to our school and team. This feeling would be just the motivation we needed in order to finish this game

Finally, the day of our first game had arrived. All of us had butterflies in our stomachs. It was the type of feeling you get when you know you are well prepared for something, but you inexplicably still feel nervous. As soon as the ball was kicked first, all of the anxious feelings I had melted away and the game became quite fun. Just as the prior years, the first game had the easiest opponent to beat and my team and I had no problem securing a victory against them. The second game was a bit more of a challenge, but defeating that team was nothing we were not prepared for. The true challenge came in the third and championship game. Although we enjoyed a bye game due to our two previous victories, the other team had the advantage of some truly God-gifted athletes. In particular, number seven was a beast of a thirteen-year-old. He stood at an impressive six feet tall and he towered over us on every snap. During the first drive, we had marched the ball down the field slowly but surely and on the four-yard line we fumbled. Of course, number seven picked up the ball and ran it back for a touchdown. At halftime, our coach sat us down and had a long talk with us. Even though we were discouraged by their touchdown, we picked ourselves up and started scoring. We scored two rushing touchdowns in the third quarter and one more in the fourth quarter to secure the win. Not only did we come back from a losing

Coach Randy had told us all season long that when we lose a game, we lose the game together. The Salvation Army gym smelled like fresh popped popcorn, with anxious parents on the bleachers, hoping and praying for a miracle. Coach had me tip off, I lost it, but my team ended up with the ball, and threw it to me and we put the first points on the board. It was back and forth effort, and my team started to pulling away just before halftime, and the other team called timeout. They started playing really well and we we’re tied by halftime. The odds were against us in every way as we went into the second half.

I chose to break the norm of either smiling at strangers or giving them a neutral look when you make eye contact. I decided to give every stranger I passed a confused look like they had just spoken to me in another language. I must admit, this made me feel a bit goofy. I was on the fence as to whether or not to do this in the first place but I decided I just had to. The responses I received were quite comical. A few people asked if I was alright, and one person even asked if I had a problem with them.

After much consideration my husband and I have decided that Michael will not longer be attending The Reason For Hope effective immediately. I welcome the chance to sit down and talk with you should you choose to discuss the situation. It was not easy to arrive at this decision but it has been a long time coming. We have been increasingly more uncomfortable with your program in recent months for the reasons below.

I could either give up and make it look like I was working or I could push myself and try to help the team climb out of the hole we were in. At this time it was clear to my teammates and I what had to be done. Everyone was firing on all cylinders now. We knew it was crunch time. Do or die. Everyone was thinking offense first. After all that’s the only way we’re going to score. If we pushed with everything we had we would be able to fight back and hopefully get two quick ones to tie up the game. At this point everyone was thoroughly communicating and encouraging each other. Most of us almost at the point of exhaustion we still pushed ourselves and each other with everything that was left. Running up and down the field had put a toll on all of us. Our legs got heavier like

“Get down on the floor!” is all I heard on the morning of March 13, 2014. Instantly paralyzed from the sudden shock I was forced against the cold crisp floor. My Mind raced as I toke in all that was going on around me. So I squeezed my eyes shut and started to pray, but somehow a tear escaped then reality set in.

After I told rowdy that “I'm sick of indian guys who treat white women like bowling trophies”.Get a life.I kinda felt bad for what I said but then again i didn't because he was a trader and i felt as if he left me for white pride.maybe I was just racist and couldn't accept that my best friend was going to do great things is his life now that he had a chance.later that day i decided to email Junior back and kinda talk to him about women.”Hey asshole , i didn't mean to insult you..but dude really what do you really like about her and how did you attract her.junior replied and said.

Sadly, once the Christmas tree had been put away and the New Year's Eve confetti had been swept up, I could find no excuse not to tackle my most pressing post-holiday need - losing some weight. Most adults put on at least a little weight over the holidays, and crowded fitness center parking lots every January attest to the fact that a good many want to then shed that weight, at least until New Year's resolutions are forgotten. I decided to see if I could combine my weight-loss goals with my interest in technology. I found a free app for my Android phone called Lose it!, and suddenly the dreary chore of losing weight became a bit more interesting. Lose it! is available for both Android phones and the iPhone. The app works well on my Droid

In a political climate today that is defined by hyper-partisanship, a confluence of factors have led my political leanings to lean left of center but center around a moderate outlook. As I grew up in a family with a Democratic mother and a Republican father, I often understand the logic of both sides. While many times political parties attempt to claim a moral ideological superiority, I believe that all people have their own experiences and opinions that justify their leanings. For me, a person’s political ideology is not a factor that defines one’s personality or character. Among my friends, I am often hesitant to initiate political discussion unless I have known the person for a long period of time. While politics

I can still picture it, as I walked into a gym full of roaring people, the bedlam so intense that it left my ears ringing. There were nearly a hundred people in this gymnasium, some were there expecting us to perform and pull of this aggrandized win, the others were the antithesis waiting upon our failure. This was the Arizona 3A volleyball state championship match. I pulled up my knee pads and I still remember the feeling of exhaustion in my legs from the previous matches my team had gloriously won that day. Unfortunately, this match did not end like the latter. That day my team had seemed invincible, nobody would expect the cataclysm that was soon to follow. As I made my way on to the court to begin the match with the other five starters

Before reaching the 11th grade, I was painfully shy. How shy was I? Well, I would avoid asking questions even though I didn’t fully understand the material. I would stutter in my replies. I would feel myself shaking every time I had to speak in front of the class. I would cower away from people, from anyone who I wasn’t close to, as they talked to me.

Theres always going to be a time where someone needs help, courage, and support in

Before long, I’m forced to sound it out syllable by syllable: CUZ-AY-ME. I’m used to the countless re-introductions that I must make. By the third time that I have to re-explain my name, I usually resort to nicknames or settle for whatever comes out. As if three syllables was too much, I allow them to call me simply ‘Kaz’. It’s not that I have an aversion to the shortening; it’s just that I feel like they are missing the full picture. Dick can often more truthfully reveal the identity of Richard, or some girls can be Kate’s but not Katherine’s. Whatever the case, I associate most with

The score was now 21-19, Manchester had the ball, I wasn’t too worried, my team has amazing defense and I knew we were in good shape.