Personal Narrative Essay

“Beep beep beep” My alarm sounds startling me. I reach for my phone to turn off this horrid noise. It takes all my willpower to not press snooze and just roll over. Then I remember that I am going to Florida today. I excitedly jump out of bed and start to get ready. I step onto the cold tile flooring of my bathroom. I reach the toothpaste and the minty flavor soon fills my mouth, leaving me fresh breath. Next I head into my room to change out of my pajamas.

Being healthy and staying active is not something my family has been worried about. I have to be honest,I thought the same thing before I started wrestling. I ate anything I wanted too, I was not too active. I like to sleep in and play video games. I was out of shape and couldn’t run very far without losing my breath. This all changed when I started to wrestle.

Everyone has a story, some people have too many if you asked me, but one story has always stuck with me. Monique and I were standing next to a gigantic leafy tree hoping that the sub teacher wouldn’t make us run laps in the scorching hot weather. After running 4 laps we were exhausted, the teacher forgot about us and decided to run the humongous oval with the rest of the students. To make this boring, useless class a little bit more interesting, I started telling Monique that I’m an actual ninja. I exclaimed with excellent “Can I show you this really cool ninja/karate kid flip”.

Drenched in sweat, legs tired, heart pounding, and the finish line in sight. I needed to cross it, even if I end up crawling to accomplish my goal. My scheduled event that day was only for the 100-meter dash, but my coach picked me to also run the 400-meter race. I couldn’t let my team down. The last leg of the race was rough. Fortunately I successfully made it through. My drive to succeed gave me strength to do so. This drive and determination has stayed with me all my life.

If you dedicate hard work and perseverance to anything you set your mind to, you can grab hold of your dream in triumph and success. This I believe

Kara Gubler woke up at her regular time, 5:15 in the morning, took her shower, got dressed; in her purple Adidas sweatpants and black Adidas sweatshirt, ate her favorite breakfast; Corn Flakes with Milk, and headed out the door. It was 6:30 when she got a taxi to 6142 Roswell Rd, where she would get her new Pointe shoes. When she opened the door at 7:45 she was welcomed with the familiar scent of foot deodorant. After a few seconds of awkwardly standing in the doorway, Kara was greeted by an older, heavyset woman. “Who are you and what time is your appointment?” the older woman asked “Hi I’m Kara Gubler and my appointment time was 7:30” Kara answered politely. “Well I would normally decline late appointments, but I’m feeling giving today, go take a seat”. Kara went to the corner of the store where there were dozens of boxes of shoes, waiting to be tried on.

The water was green and murky, with no telling which area was safe to jump into. The wind was still and cold, surely the water would be ten times colder. I have dreaded it all day, the end of the hike. Nervous I took steps closer to the verge of the cliff. I looked off the edge in disbelief that anyone would willingly jump off. Only a select few would decide to make the jump, and one of them was me.

Warm, salty sweat was dripping down my drained face. Snatching the towel which was placed delicately around my neck, I used the towel by daintily wiping the sweat gathered up on my forehead. Shutting my eyes unanticipatedly, I lifted the heavy dumbbells once more before setting it back on the large metal rack. Locating my throbbing body on the poorly painted wooden bench, I picked up the cold water bottle and initiated to drink all the remaining water to fill my thirst. Exhaling vociferously, I planted my chin on my moist palm. My bulky, muscular arms started to pulsate causing my whole entire body to stiffen up. I sat on the bench for several moments, too overwhelmed to move.

Growing up with two older sisters I looked up to them as great role models. Whether or not if they realize it, I watched everything they did as they became active members of our local 4-H club and got involved in school. I grew up with early Saturday mornings to watch cross country meets, and late summer nights during the fair. My two sisters have influenced my life in a vast amount of ways, and I am grateful for the valuable lessons they have been able to bestow upon me. Along with watching them get involved in high school, I also watched them purchase their own vehicle. However, little did I know they didn’t own these vehicles as they both received car loans in order to purchase them. Each of my sisters had a different experience with their car loan and they each taught me a different, yet valuable lesson about what to do when I purchase my own car.

When I reminisce about springtimes passed, I think of how the evenings frost became the mornings dew that slowly dripped from their perches. I remember how the tear-shaped droplets sparkled like diamonds when the sun hit them just right. I can still hear birds singing sweet morning songs as white puffy clouds floated by lost in the vast blue skies. And who could forget how bumblebees darted from the wildflowers that colored the valley floor and scented the air with fragrant perfume.

Heart pounding, hands sweating, almost on the verge of tears, my nine-year-old self-had forgotten her math homework again. “Where is your homework?” Ms. McDougall croaked comparable to a decrepit toad. Consequentially, my fellow pupils judging eyes pierced through my soul. I shrugged my shoulders, slammed my desk shut and huffed my way to sit outside. McDougall treated me as synonymous to a delinquent child. She spewed, “ You’re stupid and lazy, and the pictures you draw would not earn me you an A.” As if a nine-year-old knew the meaning of bribery? Granted, I was not this child she created in her mind. I just did not have the sort of intelligence in which she upheld on her version of the ' Iron Throne.’

It was a hot July day in the city with the sun shining down on the busy streets and sidewalks of New Albany, Indiana. A few miles away from the city lived a kid whose name was Jack. Jack and his family didn't have a lot of money back then. One day Jack's mom woke him from bed and said, “Jack, I want you to go into the city and sell the families' moped.” Jack got up. He took helmet and keys and hopped on the moped and drove off to the city. On the way to New Albany Jack decide to stop at a gas station so he could blow his nose. So he parked his moped and went inside the gas station. He went into the bathroom and blew his nose. On his way out of the gas station a homeless man walked up to Jack and said, “Hey son, I'll give you these magic beans for that moped.” Jack looked at him and said,

I step back from the bathroom mirror, and I grab my hair straightener to straighten the wavy hair that I got from my Dad. My hair is the colour of caramel and my eyes are deep brown just like my Dad’s. My broad shoulders, which I never liked, I also got from my dad. The amount of times people have told me I look like my Dad had little effect on me. My mom interrupts me while I straighten my hair.

The time was currently 8:00 a.m. when I heard my alarm go off. I tried my best to ignore it about three times when I realized I must have something to do that's really important that I had to set up an alarm. I finally realized that my sister, Gabriela, and I had to go to the mall to purchase a dress for our cousin’s party. I got up, turned the alarm off, and went to her room.

“ Grab your, things we are leaving,” my mom said. From that moment, after those words were said, my life completely changed. I was a little girl when my world flipped upside down. I went from having everything to having nothing at all. This all happened due to “a little fight” that became big; a fight where hands were thrown and tears were dropped. My brother got into an argument with my grandma’s husband and her husband hit my brother. My mom was at work through all of this and I was in a corner, crying, hoping that someone walked through that door for help. My grandma was just there, watching, trying to blame my brother for something that just happened. Thank god in this moment an angel walked through that door, my mom. I run crying to her