Personal Narrative: Get Rid Of Time

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.

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.

Starting over. Those two simple words pretty much sum up where I am at in my life at the moment. I am a 34 year old mother of three. I have never been to college. My husband just recently left me. It has been a whirlwind summer to say the least, but before I get into what brought me back to school, I'll start at the beginning. I was born in FL., and quite literally spent all my time either at the beach or running bare foot on my grandparents farm. I loved every second. Shortly after I turned 8 my mom met my step-dad, and we were quickly headed on our first big adventure, moving to Texas! While I missed my family in FL., I can not tell you enough how happy I was that my mom married my dad. He has been a rock and solid foundation for me my whole

School is a crucial part of a person’s life due to the amount of knowledge and successability a person might gain in their future. School can also be a place where students can interact with their fellow friends, but for others it can be a traumatizing place due to the amount of stress and also responsibility they might carry . This can be because of the stress teachers may put on the students. This can lead to students not giving their full effort on school, which will cause them to be mediocre students, and they wouldn’t be able to show their teacher the true potential they carry within themselves. These types of students are the one’s who are typically the students that aren’t successful in school. They just don’t

My 20time is on running. In sixth grade I tried out for track, hoping I will be fast enough and would make it. But it didn't turn out that way. It was at lunch with all my friends when I checked the track website and didn't see the name, Carly Jakob, on the list. I was so shocked i started bawling my eyes out. After this traumatizing day I made a goal that I will make the track team when i'm in eighth grade. To do this I knew I had to make many drastic changes. I changed my diet to proper eating habits, and learned facts about form and technique that would help me get through the horrifying try outs and right onto the team.

Who knew that things could change so abruptly, it almost felt that my whole world was flipped within a blink of an eye. Things were going to be different from now on, the people, the weather, even the fresh summer breeze from the coast will soon become a cold bitter winter breeze. This all came to my mind when my mom announced to my family that we’re moving, to New Jersey, once my school goes on summer break. At first, I began to panic, why do we have to move? Why can’t we just live here? We don’t even know anyone there, except for my aunt. We just moved here three years ago from New Jersey, and we didn’t like it, that’s why we only lived there for a month. Then why would we would we like it now? I question my mom, and I demanded explanations

I quickly swallowed my homemade authentic Indian food leftovers and gulped down my chocolate milk. Looking down at my watch that read 11:28am, I knew that I only had two minutes until my most favorite part of the day: recess. This particular day in 5th grade, I had run a lap around the playground before getting the rest of recess to myself. As I started walking for my warmup, another student ran up and said, “My parents said that your people caused 9/11.” Completely caught off guard, I held back the tears in my eyes and tried to shake off his comment. I had never encountered something like this.

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

If I ever had a single kryptonite to bring me down on my knees, it would be not knowing. Ironically, but befitting the way of the universe and life, I am completely and utterly lost. Most of the time, if not all of the time, I have no idea what I’m doing. I am either stuck in the same place, bolted to the ground, or circling the same spaces, making the same mistakes over and over again. Just thinking about this makes me feel so frustrated I could actually cry. “I’ve been here before. What am I doing?! What’s wrong with me?! I don’t know what to do,” is the ever-present monologue in my head. I couldn’t change it if I tried.

I know you don’t really want to talk right now and that you are trying to figure out things for yourself. But, rather than falling into our pattern of internalizing things and waiting to long, I had to make sure I shared a few things I want you to know (based on my assumptions) before I perseverate on it too long.

Growing up as a teenager you go through many obstacles. Some face more difficult ones than others. One of the many obstacles most teenagers go through is finding your comfort zone, and being able to step out of it at times. Many people including me are skeptical about crossing their line of comfort. These past four years I have had a lot of growth, and most of the experiences have had to do with me finding myself outside my comfort zone.

When I was a kid, I never knew the true value of time. I always thought that there was so much time in the world, one second didn’t really matter. I was wrong because my dad told me that I would be in college before I knew it. As I started to grow older, my grandma got skin cancer and I remember the diagnosis the doctor gave her. I started to feel extremely depressed from that point on because I knew that I didn’t have much time left with my grandma. Not only was her health failing, but she had cancer on top of that. This was when I started to value time because I knew that my grandma could die any second or minute of her life. Ever since she was diagnosed, I’ve tried to spend and enjoy the time she had left. It’s been over 5 years since she’s been diagnosed and it seems to me that God stayed with her. Ever since this moment, I’ve started valuing time. Before I knew it, I was already in 5th grade and I was taking standardized tests. I went by so fast for me, I could literally remember what I learned in 5th grade. When 7th grade came by, I knew that my life was changing too fast. It felt like I was in 5th grade, days ago. I knew that I had to try to enjoy

I used to do a lot of tasks at the same time. I worked for long hours under pressure and I felt confused at times regarding unclear tasks. But this course helped me to save my time through changing bad habits into good ones. I learned to divide a big job into smaller ones and define and limit the time for each task. Also, I got a great benefit from using different ways to avoid distraction and setting a deadline for each task. Over time everything become under control.

Why does Corporate Mentality shun the idea of downtime? What is so sinister about a

My plan for him is a timeout in his bedroom but he already knows what’s going to happen and mounts a counter attack biting me on the knuckle of my right middle finger. I drop him to the floor and let out an “OUCH!” He runs away to his hiding spot in the living room behind my so called command center. I look down and I see blood start to rise out of my newly acquired battle wound so I walk over to the sink turn on the hot water. I grab the blue bottle of Dawn squeeze some into my hands and rub/rinse several times. After about 15 minutes the blood finally quit running and then I headed to the bathroom off to my right for a band aid and some wipes. After I bandaged up my hand I went back into the dining room to grab my dishes and put them into