Personal Narrative Essay: Navy Blue

How to be Successfully Ready For a Game Softball is a sport that not everyone knows how to be appropriately dressed for and it’s important to receive helpful advice from a person that plays softball. In this essay you will be learning the basic things a softball player has to do, so she can be dressed correctly before every game. Getting ready before a softball game can be a little challenging because there is so much to it then just putting random softball clothes on and then being ready to play. It will take time to get use to the process of preparing yourself before each game, but you will get a hang of it the more you do it. If you follow the somewhat difficult process that I will be giving you which contains 10 steps, and is about a 15 minute process, you will be appropriately dressed and ready for every softball game.

When the two men went to the same car dealership to see who would be helped in a decent manner, the salesman of the same racial descent as the African American tester, Glenn, was completely ignored. The white American tester, John, got help within the first few seconds of browsing from the same African American salesman that ignored Glenn (Harvey 1991). I was also surprised that Glenn was assumed to be attempting to commit a crime when browsing the record store, despite no obvious suspicious acts (Harvey 1991). Even when the two show the same need for assistance inside a store or in a parking lot, Glen was always ignored. Even the prices of items John asked about almost doubled when Glenn asked. Furthermore, when interviewed for job positions Glenn got lectured upon laziness, being late, and drug abuse, despite the preference on race over a criminal background (Pager 2007). Lastly, I was surprised they didn’t see who would be more likely to get help or hired in an inner city.

Cathy’s idea that its okay to be a late bloomer felt like an incredibly Grinnellian notions. While reasonable, I feel that it is used as an excuse for not making something out of your life and education, and I take issue with this. I understand that I am judging from a place of privilege, having never attempted to find work post-grad myself, however I simply cannot understand how individuals can “throw away” their education in this fashion. There are countless job opportunities out there, and while they may not fully encapsulate exactly what you want in your career, they do represent something else: the experience that is necessary to succeed. It felt to me like the majority of the Creative Careerists who spoke to us understood this, yet a

So, I have been subscribed to several subscription boxes over the last 4 years or so, some that I have really loved and some that I really didn't. I had mostly kept my boxes to makeup, pet stuff and nerdy stuff because I knew that any of those "style" boxes would just be for smaller sizes, whereas I am a bit more pluscious and need a larger size. Just a couple months ago, I saw an ad on Facebook for one called Dia https://www.dia.co/ that was supposed to be the plus-size version of the "most popular" styling box out there (https://www.stitchfix.com/ - whose website looks a lot like the Dia website, but is for sizes S-XL.) It was only $20 for a "styling fee" each month, and they take that amount out of whatever you decide to purchase from your

It was a hot, humid afternoon when I jumped off of the school bus and sprinted home. The first thing that I did was to kick off my shoes and threw my book bag onto the ground with my books scattered all across the floor. I ignored the mess that I just made, and darted towards my brother’s room. Banging on the door with my fist, I couldn’t stop the adrenaline rising from my body urging him to play. He opened the door and his face cringed as he shoved something in my hand and slammed the door shut right in front of me. I continued to bang on the door and yelled for his name. For a constant five minutes, there wasn’t any noise coming from the other side of the door as I slowly sat on the ground and remembered that I was grabbing onto something.

I latched onto the two blue ropes above me. I hoisted myself up and balanced myself on the corner of the twine. I swung my legs over the next two ropes, and I climbed under the blue rope and over the red one. I paused for a moment and used my shirt to wipe of my sweaty, calloused palms. My muscles were sore and my heart was pounding in my chest, but I had to persevere. To my right, my cousin was catching up to me. He scaled up the outside of the rope obstacle until he finally reached my level. I quickly grabbed for the next rope square, and leaped through the top. One last push, and I finally landed on the metal platform. I made it.

I have always been a go-getter. Likewise, I’ve always been a visionary individual, if not a bit of a dreamer. Ever since I was little, I was fascinated by so much—books, movies, and the simple mysteries of the world—and wanted to be active in all of them. Similarly, during high school, I have worked my hardest and strived to learn and become the best I could be. If I was interested in something, whether it be in the arts or education or just something that sparked my curiosity, I would jump fully into it and try to learn more about it. I feel that with UK Blue, I can continue that mentality in college. With UK Blue, I can immerse myself into the world of law much faster than if I pursue a normal degree. Being involved in law classes as early

As a student, I have always handled the pressure of schoolwork and tests by preparing, organizing, and staying ahead of the game. I study for every single test and I practice for every piano, singing, orchestra, and ballet performance. I always plan ahead for the simplest things even in my personal life. I plan my Halloween costumes in August and my December birthday in September. Therefore, preparation gives me confidence and assurance that I will perform successfully. Little did I know that I cannot always control or prepare for every situation. In the December of 2012, someone threw me a lifeline and changed my attitude.

A Color Coordinated mess. It’s funny since the fifth grade I've had my life laid out with a mission each day waiting to be fulfilled. But I’ve learned that nothing in life is one-sided and I’m not the exception. I’m what you would consider organized chaos. I have my life mapped out and my calendar booked months in advance and at the same time I can't decide what I want for dinner. I change my outfit approximately fifteen times before deciding I liked my first choice the best. I suffer from severe anxiety, indecisiveness, and yet confidence. Which I must say is an odd combination of qualities, but the day I learned to believe in myself I never went back. I expect myself to succeed as much as I expect myself to fail and keep on trying. To me

Sometimes I wake up on the wrong side of the bed. It feels like the whole world is against me. Then, I get irritated by every small noise or movement around me. “Tap, Tap,..” the door says as it hits the wall. Smoke comes out of my ears and nose as I hear the sound. I am like a kettle slowly ready to burst “Meow, meow,..” the cat persists as he nudges my hand to pet him. I am so agitated that it took all of my emotions to not boil over and blow up from these noises. All of these sounds make me really furious, especially early in the morning.

been stamped blue by Maxxam Corporation, the holder of the land and agent of Pacific Lumber. Blue means the tree is foreseen to be chopped down at any minute. Julia, a novice tree-sitter, considered two weeks would be all that anyone could need for Maxxam and Earth First to trade off for the redwoods' guide.

To be addled, as defined by the Oxford Dictionary, is the inability to think clearly, or to simply be confused. Uncomfortably standing in the corner of a despondent hospital room, crisp air blowing down my neck, the monotonous sound of doctors’ mumbles gradually faded into a pool of somber. My hands anxiously tapped against the smooth, egg-colored wall. I was only five years old, a dependent, whiny child, completely unaware of the situation; for I was addled. For some reason, I felt like I had been submerged in the color blue, as everything from floor to ceiling in that miserable room had been of that shade.

The girl in blue also known as Katie woke up Christmas eve feeling happy. She brushed her teeth,took a shower, and ate breakfast. She went up stairs to wake up her little brother Johnny. As she woke him up she gave him a bath, and brushed his teeth. She carried little Johnny down the staircase so he can eat,as she kissed her mom, and dad good by as she went to her friend Sarah's house.

My sister Julia, at the age of twelve, went to school on a Tuesday. Though on this particular day, she chose to wear her brand new short overalls she had gotten as a birthday present. The shorts, which she wore with pride, were denim and accented with lace. When she wore them, her face exuded confidence.

When I was young, around 4 years old, I moved into a small house with my mother and father. This house wasn’t anything special but it was home. It had a small yard that was surrounded with a white fence on one side and the back, then the garage on the other. If you looked at the area from above you will see 4 squares combined to create a larger square with the house in the bottom left, yard in the top left, garage in the top right and driveway in the bottom right. Part of the yard was taken up with a small deck and a little play set with swings and monkey bars. I loved the monkey bars they were my favorite thing to play on. The house itself was only one floor with a basement that I have no memory of. Maybe it was off limits, maybe it was dangerous,