Personal Narrative Essay: A Day At Tecumseh High School

Clouds mugged the sun of light as the day progressed. Dusk filled the air on the baseball diamond where I would leave my legacy. Forth, was the championship game to be played, and the pressure of the starting pitcher, was not fazing me. In the zone, we said the Little League pledge. Jolts of excitement filled my muscles as I recited the piece that I know all too well. Warming up, I was controlled, and was ready to bring it. The game began with a bang. Strikeout after strikeout I fired, giving my all every single pitch. ‘BOOM’ went the glove after every pitch, whizzed right by the petrified batter. However, this was not much different for our team. Just two hits filled the board, I and my teammate Ian Keth. Scoring off of this was efficient,

Which in Softball we call that a triple because you make it to third without any errors. I come home on a RBI single by Skylar, we lead the Rangers 1-0 at that point. Were in the field that and since we batted first this makes us the visitors team. The visiting team will always hit first no matter what and the home team always hits last. Rangers hit it up the middle and I make a diving stop to stop it from going into the outfield and get up and throw the ball to first base and I throw her out. Once I threw her out I pumped my fist and was cheering because I got her out. The crowd was cheering and I had this big smile on my face it's those kinds of moments that make you understand what your worth is. Most people who play with me and play against me come up to me and say that I am a really amazing player. The league that I play in is a summer league and I play slowpitch. People all the time come up to me and tell me to try out for the fast pitch but I've never played fast pitch in my life. It was my next about and Kallie was on first base and the pitch came and swung and the went over the

I recall arriving at the first game. The opposing team, although small, were almost two times my size. They looked intimidating, but I did not let judgement cloud my mind. When huddled together, our coach spoke to us, telling the team that we is what we practiced for, that the other team did not practice as hard as we did, even though he had no knowledge of the opposing team’s practice was. As he continued to intensify our spirits, a fire sparked amongst my companions. The plays flourished throughout my brain. I felt confident. Before I knew it, a whistle blew and I was fast forwarded onto the field

When I first started thinking about college schools I never thought about going to MSU or Ole Miss. I wanted to go to the bigger universities, but I knew I wouldn’t do well if I went there my first year. My high school did not prepare me enough for University, and I hadn’t decided on a major either. I choose East Central Community College (ECCC) as the school I would go to for many reasons, and when I got here I knew I made the right choice.

At a school in Texas called Hickory Hills middle school in 1999.It was a normal day for Timothy John he was stealing a nerds lunch.

It was a warm Thursday morning in June. I had been training all summer long with the Hilton Head High School Cross Country team. Every morning we would have to be at practice in Hilton Head Plantation at 7:00 sharp, if we were late, we had to run 4 miles plus what we had to run for practice. That day, I am so lucky that there was not any traffic, because if there was I would have been late. I arrived at practice, and there was one of my friends from school, Cal. He had told me he was going to come run with us over the summer for a while, but until then he hadn’t been at practice.

It was an ordinary sunday afternoon in late May, smoldering hot and filled with travel baseball. In a small town outside of Tulsa, Oklahoma, my 14 year old traveling team was playing in the tournament semifinals. Myself, in particular, had been struggling throughout the tournament, but I wouldn't let it affect my attitude going into this game. Due to my determination to win, I was able to lead my team to victory.

You would think that at every school there is a rule that there is no bullying allowed. That was different at this school. At this school there were kids getting bullied left and right by this one kid Billy. Ridgeway Middle School did nothing to stop it

Back when in the day when I went to Lincoln Intermediate schools my group of friends was nothing but trouble, they used to trash the bathrooms, sneak out of class, and even get into fights. In math class 5th grade with Mrs.Rozen we always had the ability at the end of class to go down to the commons and take a bathroom break and sit down there for a little bit. One time we had class like normal but we had a sub and no one was behaving, she let us go down to take our daily bathroom break in the commons and that is when everything fell apart. At that very moment in time I was sitting in the commons waiting and when I went into the bathroom it was a disaster there was soup everywhere on the walls, on the mirror and even in the stalls. Our sub soon found out and everyone in the bathroom at that time got in trouble.

As a young adolescent the smell of a delicious home-cooked breakfast would be the reason for me to get out of bed on a sunday morning. My father would knock on my door and command me to eat breakfast and prepare myself or else we would run late to our church service. As we hurried to church, due to my lackadaisical attitude, I was often forced to sit in the first row to the stage. This was always embarrassing because as a child I was reserved, and I dreaded walking in front of everyone. As the hour long church services took place, I would find myself languishing away only to be alerted by the soft glares of my dad.

Coach high fived me at third and I glanced at at the scoreboard and it 13-13 were tied and there's one minute left I just need to get home and we win the championship. Ashleighs up to bat and she has one strike and one ball the next ball the pitcher throws is a ball but goes past the catcher and I sprint home like never before and slid for the win and the catcher didn’t get there in time! WE WON all that pain i've gone through has been relieved knowing that i won this game and that all my effort paid off in the

I just want to profusely apologize for just now turning in my final paper. I wrote it after our meeting and finished it early morning Tuesday, but I stupidly did not turn it in because I wanted to revise it again Friday. However, my final for orgo ran really late and I found myself running to catch my bus to New York. In my absentmindedness and lack of sleep, I completely forgot I had not turned it in and left, leaving my laptop at home. I realized I did not turn it in pretty quickly, but there was not much I could do since I was scheduled to come back until today. I take complete responsibility for my lack of prudence and hope it can still be accepted.

My last year at Dixon Elementary. I felt excited for promotion to the next grade of education: new classes, new teachers, and most of all, new school. But in my last year there I faced some unique obstacles. Over the course of year, our teacher had become bitter with our class. Really, it had to do with discipline. One group talks out of turn, is too loud, or too rowdy on the playground, and the entire class of 25 takes a form of elementary punishment. Stay inside for five minutes after class. Or, stand at the wall, in the cold, unforgiving shadow of the brick structure. Don’t talk. Don’t have fun. Look to the sunlit playground and long for its warmth. Just wait―and reflect.

My day typically starts with a complete balanced meal of Coach Anderson’s imagination of 1 egg white and 3 grapes. I couldn’t eat my apple though because I had to throw it at Chris to defend my dad when he called me a piece of shit. I let everyone know what I eat, but not as bad as Will Hanken snapping pics of the shit to everyone that has a pulse. I get dressed and ready for school. I put on my muscle shirt first so I can show off these biceps that I’ve worked so hard for. I speed off to school, setting a new record. I only hit 1 parked car on the way today. At school I show off my brilliance for all things academic by excelling in my hardest classes, fashion and PE. I do count myself lucky however, I could be as dumb as Alec Tabora or Tyler Estill, who managed to be ineligible in art for one month straight. As the school day comes to an end, I get a letter in 8th hour. It’s a brand new offer from a college! Too bad I don’t even know where it is, because when I google the school nothing comes up, kinda like Avila.

It was really dark, rainy and gloomy outside and it was a school day. As my mom started to pack her luggage I thought about why she was going suddenly and how long she was going to be gone. She was going to India to visit my grandfather who had cancer for about 2 years now and he wasn't in good health. I was in 4th grade and we lived about 2 minutes away from the school. I lived in and still live in Virginia Beach. We lived close to Seaboard road which was where my school was. The name of the school was Old Donation School/ Kemps Landing. It was a school for gifted students who think in different and creative ways. I was really tired and sleepy that morning. When I reached school all I could think about was why my mom was leaving all of a sudden. Something was fishy and I had to get to the bottom of it. I had to stay after school for theatre club too which meant that my day was going to be longer.