Personal Narrative: Ending The Game

Four, maybe five German soldiers surrounded me. They were moving in faster than a pack of starving wolves, and I was their downed prey. There were flying bullets, dark smoke, and explosions everywhere. I was oppressed and knew that this was finally it. All my hard work was about to disappear into a plume of smoke. I commenced raising my rifle, and then in the midst of this chaotic scene there was this ever so subtle giggle over the headset. I look upwards dumbfounded to see a firestorm of bombs hailing all around me, and enveloping my entire section of the battlefield obliterating everything. It was my brother Chase piloting this monstrous desert-sand colored beast of a bomber, which just unleashed utter devastation on the opposing

Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.

I woke up and took one bite out of my pop tart but that one bite was all I could eat. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. My dad told me, “It is a true honor to even make it this far so go out there and have some fun.” Once I heard this statement, I knew I was ready to go. I arrived at school and boarded the bus. The car ride was an hour and fifteen minutes of hearing the squeaking of the wheel on the bus. My teammates were getting their heads ready for the big game.

It was August 28th 2013 , I knew the next day would be the biggest day of my life. All throughout the week, all I had on my mind was the big game. When I woke up on that Friday morning chills would run through my body a bolt of electricity. Knowing I’m one day away from one of the biggest games of my life. The winner has a spot in the playoffs. I was so excited and anxious that I went for a run around my neighborhood because I was filled with so much energy. When I got back from my run I had a creamy peanut butter and nutella sandwich. The best sandwich I’ve ever conceived to this day. Next thing I had to do was take my shower and get all my stuff prepared for the big game.

Before every game, I listen to music. Whether tossing around the pigskin, shooting the rock around, or connecting with the console, I always listen to music. When it was time to leave for the game I jumped in the car and put in my headphones. It was so loud that even my father who was driving could probably hear the exact song that was blaring into my ears. My music was on all the way up to the first whistle, not even taking out my earbuds to squeeze into my tight shoulder pads. This is just part of my pregame ritual. I listen to music in some way before any game. Most people use music as entertainment or as a pastime, but I use it differently. I use music as a routine. If I listen to music before every game, the game itself will almost become second nature.

On a three-one pitch to lead off the third inning I received a fastball right down the middle of the plate. After making solid contact with my bat, the ball turned right back around heading for the left field fence and cleared it by twenty feet. This resulted in my first home run of the season and possibly the farthest ball I ever hit. Although I enjoy many other hobbies, baseball outshines them all.

Down by one, two outs and it is the last time up to bat for the Wildcats. If we lose we will go home, but that is not what I am focusing on, right now, all thoughts are on the next pitch. With a runner on first and second, a hit to the outfield could tie the game. A bad pitch, maybe. A lucky shot, maybe. As the bat hits the ball, a silent focus turns to screaming and jumping. A ball hit about a foot off the right field line, fair, brings in our first runner with ease. A wave of relief sweeps over the whole third base side of the field. Our cheering distracted the other team, maybe. The tie upset them, maybe. Just a well-placed ball, maybe. Unseen through the excitement, there is a player rounding third heading home for the win. A ball thrown too late. A headfirst dive through the catcher’s legs. There is screaming from the third base side as the umpires arms stretch out parallel to the ground. Game over.

The cheer of the crowd and the laughter of the kids in the air were the only things reminding me that it was just a game. Eight and a half innings, seven pitching changes by both teams, twenty-seven runs scored in all, and we were still losing. The sweat came dripping off my nose and forehead like melting ice. My eyes stung, and I could barely keep them open due to the bright rays of the sun beating down on the dirt and grass, the baseball diamond seemingly larger than it had been eight and a half innings ago. My coach’s whisper rang through my ears. “Only if you think you can,” he said so softly that I had to almost lean in to hear what he said. I was on third base, with the winner of the game was being decided by one out. We had made

Over the past two months, I have made a lot of changes. It is the first time I was in a professional work setting. I have been making a lot of friends, meeting new people, and gaining plenty of valuable experience. Throughout my efforts, the general manager offered me a full time job when I graduate and even to do work for the company while I am at school. Although I am not sure this is the path I want to take upon graduation, it is definitely exciting to hear my first job offer. It has definitely allowed me to realize how close the real world is and has given me a taste of what that might encompass. I have definitely grew my customer service skills and increased my networking connections. I had the opportunity to meet Phil Simms, the

Endings are funny things. End of a book, end of a movie, end of school year. We have already ended the first month of the new year and are almost done with the second. As old things have ended and new ones have begun, I personally have been thinking quite about all of those events. The classes I've taken, the people I've met, and the people I've lost. Last year in particular was a tough one because I lost someone very close to me. A friend. In this article, I want to share my story and then tell you what I did to get through it. And share with you that you can do it, too.

It all started on the morning of July 26, when I told my dear daughter Penny Woods to go out and buy the groceries for dinner. She had been so excited to drive by herself since she had just received her driver 's licence. It was hard for me to let her go to the store without me, but I knew I had to. The weather was nice, it was sunny and the clouds dotted the sky. It made me feel better letting Penny go off all alone. I wish I had known that it was the last goodbye I would ever say to her.

There was only seven people on the team to show but the game was eleven verses eleven. (The white lines were barling visible on the grass that still remained on that mud infested field.)(The barley white lines were impossible to see on the mud and grass covered field.)(The sun shown brightly on the uneven mud enveloped field that was before me.) Even though so few of us came we still did our normal routine of stretching and jogging. While we were stretching every one counted to ten but I counted to fifteen just to be all stretched out I was also the only one who was willing to do the sitting stretches. When it was finally time to play couch broke us up into positions Jenna was the goalie; Caroline, Megan ,and I were defence like usual; ________and

You could hear the crowd cheering, the coach screaming for a play to be made. Each player on the court running low on breath as the games clock was coming to an end. The score was 37 to 35 the home team was going to lose but they had the ball in their hands with only one shot left. The ball went hard into Sean’s hand as he realised that he was open on the 3 point line, this was his chance to win his team the game, to bring home the win. Sean took the shot and as the shot went up the horn blew as the timer finished. It was over, the home team had lost and with it Sean’s dream of basketball.

Looking at the data from the simulation, my ending position makes a lot of sense. At the very beginning, I had spent $5,162,500 on advertising compared to my year’s net profit of -$723,500. These marketing expenditures would prove to improve sales, however, as eventually I would become the market leader in my industry. This explains the slow rise of profit and units sold. People began purchasing more and more of my bags, and eventually the costs of production would be less than my revenue. This upward trend of sales and net profit, unfortunately, took me two years to ignite, leaving me behind other competitors. I am very surprised I sold so many bags, because at the beginning, I had flat lined at one hundred and thirty-three bags per quarter

It was the last game of the season my team has lost every game that season. Will we come out with a win? Our coach called timeout in the last two minutes of the game, he said