Personal Narrative: From My Class To The Golf Course

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.

Most people are all grown up when they finally figure out what they want to do with their life. I was 4. I realized what I wanted to be when I attended my very first Rodeo. Even though it was so long ago I can remember that day like it was yesturday. That day got me on the path to my future.

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 a Monday morning on June 13, 2016 and I was not ready for what was to come of today. I was practicing for my tournaments all summer long and this day was the day for me to show that my work has paid off. Even though It was a qualifier into a high skilled tournament I need my game this summer to be one of my best years so I can send my resumes to coaches around the country. So now the round Is about to start and I was nervous. Playing against kids much older and much stronger than you is intimidating, but i knew that was not supposed to change what was going to happen today. This golf course is a tricky one with lots of trees and hills but that should change my mindset of trying to win this qualifier. And we were off, I striped my drive

I find myself reading this short paragraph over and over(above). My topic sentence makes me happy and proud. Going back to school was the best thing I have done. I chose to talk about going back to school to the “future employer” because it shows I am motivated as well as dedicated. This class has brought a lot to my attention. The mannerism that is expected in the “business world” is to speak and write well. It is extremely important to know how to write (type) a meaning full and proper paper whether it is for school or work. I have noticed a great impact in my vocabulary and writing skills. My boss told me on Monday he is impressed with the new docs I typed up for our new clients (with no help from him). I was not excited about this class

“Joe and I are going down to the golf course to hunt for golf balls and sell them,” I yelled to my mom.

The first week I had conducted three read alouds. After the first read aloud Mrs. Chapman gave me constructive feedback. She told me that the way I introduced the book was good and I asked appropriate questions,

Anticipation is waiting eagerly for something you know is going to happen. For me, it’s the long, rolling hills of green that craft a unique, strategic game. A game I have grown to love. It is everything from the excitement of preparation till the moment I tee off. As I gather the equipment-clubs, tees, and golf balls-anticipation floods my senses. Preparing myself for the long journey of 18 holes, excitement and anticipation continues to pulse like an electric current inside me. Not until I strap on my glove and mentally prepare myself, do I realize I have been through this routine countless times. The only difference is this could be one of my last times. One of the last times I step onto the fresh grass of a course, with the goal of achieving

What I Learned Over Break Owing to various reasons, I learnt a lot over break. Whether it was through writing these journals, or just through being home for a significant amount of time for the first time since I left for college, I gained a lot of insight about myself that I didn’t have before. I think the biggest realization I made is that I am the only one that can actually spark a change in me. I think most of the things I’ve written about have been in my head but I never took the time to go through them. I knew what I was doing wrong but never thought about how I could fix it and this break allowed me to go the extra step and think about that.

The Grade I Earn I had discovered years ago that Writing is therapeutic and cleansing, and as critical thinker writing pushed my thought far and width which allowed me to dig deep within me and pull out the right information out of my head. However, one of the problem I had earlier was to convey the information effectively so that my reader could get the message that I intended to pass on. Thus, as I take different writing classes such as EN 101, EN 102, and Sociology intensive Writing I worked toward correcting that weakness that and becomes better as the each semester go by. Therefore, Critical Thinking is no different from the my other classes I know my weakness, and my strenght in writing, and if I do the works that is required of me

Literacy, apart from learning how to read and write, means to have the capability to pick up any piece of work read, understand, and comprehend. My grandmother, an English teacher, single handedly had the greatest impact upon the development of my reading skills. She was very particular about the way

I had to stop solely focusing on math and start trying to improve on my reading and writing. For the longest time, I avoided reading the classics because I was afraid I wouldn’t understand them or they were boring. I had always read for pleasure and even considered myself a bookworm at one point. The problem was that I had only read “brainless” books, books that were easy reading. I started with what looked to me as the simplest, shortest book: Animal Farm. The book took me two hours to finish. After reading it, I thought to myself, that wasn’t too bad. I felt proud that I had decided to start reading those types of books. The next few books I read were similar in level and length. I decided that I would try to read The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. It took me a long time to fully comprehend what I read and I couldn’t make myself read the book for more than a few hours a day. When I finally finished, I jumped up and ran to tell my older sister, the real bookworm of my family, the good news. I was even more excited to tell her how my reading score jumped 100 points after I had taken a practice

Fifth grade was the year that I gained the ability to socialize. Sadly, I could be humorous and witty at times, but insecurity was a dominant attribute. I usually clung onto an old friend of mine named Marco, who I discovered to be excessively social and inconsiderate. At school, meeting quirky, amusing people like Hunter became normal due to a choice I made. I soon

“Once you learn to read, you will be forever free” (Frederick Douglass). The liberating power one attains when you learn to read and process an array of information is second to none. This was somewhat of a difficult concept for eight year old me to understand, however, my mom sat me down and explained to me what she meant. She said that those who have the ability to read effectively have opportunities that are only available to individuals who possess that skill. She then turned into the equivalent of a car salesman and began to list off the numerous benefits of being a competent reader. After about five minutes of what felt like her rambling on and on about reading benefits I was ready to fall asleep. Picking up on this she gave me a personal narrative, “Personally [Austen] I have found that over time the more effective of a reader I have become my overall intelligence has increased. My

‘T-h-e S-u-n, come on Celeste you can say it!' my third grade kinder garden teacher begged for the last time before I started crying again and they had to call my mother. That was when I realized reading just wasn't for me. I was five years old. My reading