Personal Narrative Essay

in 2014 I had done a lot of fundraising in the past year such as selling about 50 spam musubis a day plus cookies and brownies and even selling bentos and doughnuts ands finally trail mix bars during school. even outside of school I did fundraising from car washes to even mowing yards. eventually I made enough money with the help of all my family to get to go on the trip. I even made more money so I could relinquish it so I can buy gifts and such things like food. I'm not infallible at Japanese because it so happens that I cant read any of the signs that are in japan. when we landed in japan it was amazing because the airport was so huge and had paintings that look so amazing. when we got our luggage, it was pouring rain when we went outside to the bus. it was about an hour and a

The next morning I woke up pressed against the wall, my hair in disarray around my head and my shirt bunched up on the sides. I lifted myself up and groggily rubbed my eyes before doing the usual.

‘Hell Week’; where you spend four hours a day under the glare of the sun and in the sweltering heat running, weightlifting, and learning plays, over and over and over, again and again and again. Looking around the green practice field, heat waves from the black rubber of the turf seemed to assault my red-faced teammates.We were waiting in line for our turn to run a play for the thousandth time that day, “X-WR hitch”. Such repetition caused the boredom lurking in the depths of my mind to drag me out of my focus, allowing thoughts of comfort to surface. I was not prepared for the “DOWN, SET, HUT!” to pound my ear drums. Forcefully pulled out of my daydreaming, my legs carried me forward; three steps then I made a move, planting my high-top grey and black cleats in the ground I attempted to perform a one eighty. It was a move I had done a countless amount of times. However, as my legs started to move into position I noticed

He was playing keep-it-up with a soccer ball, occasionally shooting a goal across the empty field. Retrieving the ball, he would start again. She didn’t realize she’d been staring until he looked at her. He was wearing swim goggles, yellow shorts and a blue shirt with a big star on the front. She was about to turn and leave when he broke out into a wide smile and waved at her. Her umbrella clattered to the pavement. She hopped the fence. It wasn’t that big of a deal; she’d done it before and it was just a five foot drop on the other side. When she looked up after landing he looked like he just saw her do the most amazing feet of gymnastics ever seen outside of the olympics. Pulling her hair into a small ponytail, she ran across the wet field, dodging puddles. By the time she reached him, he’d finally picked his jaw up off the ground and big goofy grin spread across his face. The ball was lying mostly forgotten by her feet, so she kicked it over to him. Not hesitantly, but slow enough to make sure he wouldn’t be surprised. He kicked it back. They went back and forth a bit, then he caught the ball with the toe of his sneaker and flicked it so the ball bounced off his knee, then kicked it back to

Before class started, Amanda informed us that she was going demonstrate moves and repeat them so each member would be able to perform the moves efficiently. Some of the moves that she mentioned that we would be learning were sun salutations, happy baby, and a proper full body stretch. The first move that we learned was the sun salutation. It consisted of many different moves that were put together in a

Arrived on site at approximately 6:40am. Skeele, Duck, Doyle, and Pirl were already on site upon my arrival. As I exited my vehicle, Maxwell, and Pruett arrived. I headed for the break room where I left a bottle of Pedialyte to drink before our morning PT. Today, we were going to do strength training indoors. Promptly at 7:15, Captain Fogarty entered the hallway and the class stood in attention. Frazier was absent. We began with jumping jacks, then went into pushups as per the usual. During our strength training, Captain Fogarty informed us that we would be running sprints outside. This made for a welcomed change to our usual workout. Captain Fogarty droves the course in his golf cart before having us run it. Everyone was paired up with people

It was time for the tumbling mat. Our graceful flipping was near flawless; we had so many extremely talented tumblers. Then, my side spot Olivia stepped up to tumble and during her last back hand spring, she fell. Her ankle twisted and down she went onto the small strip of spring floor we had to use. Her mother, Tiffany, and our gym owner, Lori went rushing towards her. Everyone from our mat fell silent. The only sound was the blaring cheer mix and screaming fans of the team performing 100 feet away from

A few years ago cheerleading was a huge part of my life. I was on two competitive teams that worked hard three days a week to perfect our routines. When we were not practicing we were encouraged to attend open gyms which were aimed at practicing our tumbling skills. I attended the open gym being held one day not knowing that it would be my last. As I landed a one handed cartwheel my knee was twisted so drastically that I heard a loud pop that followed up with intense pain. After icing it and resting for a few days, I started to interpret my pain as being more serious due to the fact that it was giving out on me while doing daily tasks. I also had two close friends that had torn ligaments in their knees that needed repaired with surgery, so

15 hospitalizations in the last 5 days have been reported in a tourist booming city along the coast of California. Many enter the hospital with swollen feet, coughing, fever, vomitting, uncontrolable muscle contractions, bruissing, and some even have their skin splitting open in random areas on their arms and legs.. Many autopsy results have shown a rare venom that is a trait to only one animal in the world throughout each of the patient’s blood.

It was time for the tumbling mat. Our graceful flipping was near flawless; we had so many extremely talented tumblers. Then, my side spot Olivia stepped up to tumble and during her last back handspring, she fell. Her ankle twisted and down she went onto the small strip of spring floor we had to use. Her mother, Tiffany, and our gym owner, Lori went rushing towards her. Everyone from our mat fell silent. The only sound was the blaring cheer mix and screaming fans of the team performing 100 feet away from

Middle to Late childhood I continued to remain small. At eight years only I was only 48 inches tall and not even 50 lbs. I continued to be advanced academically. I had to start attending speech therapy as I was unable to clearly say R’s. They thought this may have been due to me being born prematurely. With many years of speech therapy I was able to say words with R’s appropriately. Physically I was involved in softball, tennis and spent a lot of my free time swimming at the pool. I was the girl who was always picked first to be on a team and often times was picked before many of the boys. I had no problem playing rough and taking hard knocks. I had a group of close girlfriends that I spent almost every day with starting from kindergarten.

“5, 6, 7, and 8. Ok, see you tomorrow. Make sure to go over the steps and be ready,” the coach said. Walking to the side of the gym and picking up my bag, I looked to my left to see if my cousin was ready to go. As I get into the car, my cousin and I talk about how practicing for tryout went. You could hear the excitement in my voice as I tell about the moves we went over. How every step and every turn made the dance come together. Going home, I started my homework later than when I usually do because of practicing the moves over and over. The next couple of days went very smoothly for me. I still remembered the dance moves, finished all my work, and still was able to have a social life until the weekend came.

“Hurry hurry kids. ton-due… alongée…retiré… battement come on it’s just an easy adagio! This is easy i don’t get why you’re all struggling!”, demanded Miss Attles, my dance teacher, a prompt single-minded determined lady. She could make you squeeze your muscles tighter until you felt like your calves were on fire. Winces of pain flashed around the room like dominos. Feet skinned, stomachs sucked, legs extending in preparation to create the right pressure to make their legs swung up high to

Each of you will be graded on how fast and powerful your kick is. The second move is a palm block. Make sure that your palm is facing out, your fingers are scrunched up, you’re snappy, and powerful. This will determine your success.” The instructor announced while using his powerful, projective voice. The two adults held the boards square to me and I focused in on them. The instructor then started us off with a loud “Go!”. I raised my leg up, then pierced it straight through the board with a large Crack. Then, I turned around and popped my palm out, made sure I followed directions, and when I looked up, the board was in two

Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and