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

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 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.

I've been fairly busy as of late. Notably, yesterday was a pretty interesting day. I'm not exactly feeling well, think I'm coming down with something. How often is it that a Jedi contracts a cold? Just not feeling as spry, I think. My stomach is churning as I type, something is missing, think I might have to take a reprieve sooner rather than later. Maybe I'll be gone for a cycle, maybe I'll be gone for a year. I don't know. I just know that I need to focus on other things. That's not the point of this entry, however.

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.

Thomas Edison, the man who is credited with inventing the lightbulb, once said, “I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.” If Thomas Edison had given up after the first attempt had gone downhill, mankind would have been left in the dark. Luckily, this headstrong inventor refused to abandon his idea. Like Thomas Edison, I refuse to give up, especially when it comes to dance.

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.

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

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

i apologized about this , I didn't realize it was that many hours he, but I know there would be some over time this week we had couple of incident , the day we had to do Eric and ken write-up I had him site in both , also the Sunday training added to it , he also went over Tuesday when we did the Ops meeting , this is not the norm I will keep the hours in check

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

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

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.

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

My team the Battlefield Bobcats were never the underdogs going into a championship game. The clock was ticking down, there were only 12 minutes left in the game. My legs were tired, body aching, I was drenched in sweat and my team 's energy was nowhere to be found. Every pass my team would make would not be completed. It was either a sloppy pass due to exhausted legs or intercepted by the other team. My head was down with frustration and my spirit was broken. I wanted to just fall to the ground and crawl into the shade. I felt defeated.