Personal Narrative: It's Jewel

The arena was cold, the lights were bright and the pressure was on. We stepped out onto the ice it was fresh and crisp. It was time I had to be ready for the most important ringette game I've ever played.

I found relaxing bamboo flute music on YouTube when I was doing bad in school. This soothing flute music helped me to control all my built up energy. I feel like this music helped me to concentrate and it also helped me focus. It was during the middle of freshman year I realized that I had a lot of trouble concentrating so I looked up relaxing music. Once I heard the bamboo flute I felt it calm me down. Like when I listen to this music I can concentrate better. When ever I am upset or angry I put this song on and my feelings just go away, it's like the music puts me into a dreamland. Growing up I always would have a hard to paying attention and concentrating but when I heard the bamboo flute I felt like it changed me.

I think that my family realized that I had crossed the threshold between childhoods when I began to form my own opinions. This first took hold when I took part in poverty stimulation at my local shelter. I was giving a character and a story behind the card I was given; the story made me become emotionally attached to this name I had been assigned and the family in which I came from. The experience made me question the prejudice of the society I was living in. How many times had I avoided eye contact with the people on the side of the road begging for money? I began a long journey of soul searching and questioning the beliefs my parents had raised me on. My thoughts were continually brought back to a book by C.S Lewis, it was called Out of the Silent Planet; a character named Weston believed that individual human lives don’t matter, they must be sacrificed to save mankind.

Born two days before Thanksgiving, near the great three-one-three, into a then family of three.

Bare with me for another blog post about volleyball. This weekend was the Badger Region Volleyball Tournament, which my team participated in. When I walked into the building, the memories flooded in with scenes from the elevator adventures, cheese fries, and design your own sweatshirts. The first day, my team didn't play up our full potential, with my team only winning one out of three matches; which meant that we didn't place in any of the brackets, meaning zero chance of receiving a medal. However, at the end of the second match, I got switched from being middle all-around to libero ( a position where you only play back row on offense and defense). I guess it's an honor, but it puts a lot of pressure on me by labeling me as the best passer

You know that moment when you’re trying to reach the toilet paper but can't quite, then fall and kill yourself on a pumpkin? Yeah I know that feeling… it’s not good. It all started one very normalish day at 1065 Fitzgerald Ave.

I didn’t learn how to read until 2ed grade.Beacuse parents divorced my dad would take me to school some days and my mom would take me others. Little did I know my mom would drink and get high after I went to bed at night. In the morning she would sleep in with a hangover so I got dressed and ready on my own. She would not wake till 11:00 so I would play dolls and watch cartoons all morning. Because of this, I missed about 30% of grades K-3. In 3ed grade me and my dad and stepmom learned of my moms addiction. I stopped seeing my mom for a long time. During that time I discovered the joy of reading. I started later than the others so I ended up at a low reading level but once I learned to read, well, I never stopped.Stories are

The clouds were black, immeasurable, and grotesque. I still believe it was because my best friend was leaving for war. My friend Nicholas was the only person that I could have reliance and certainty with. He was the person that when the stresses of the world got to heavy on my shoulders he would pick the world up of my shoulders and carry the burden of the stresses of reality for me. In the end there are no words to describe the signification he has in my life and there is no comfort that can fix the loss that I feel in my heart because of his absence. So for the time being my heart will be in two places, half with me here in Denver, Colorado and the other half in Kandahar, Afghanistan.

Although Latin America has faced many social, political, and economic issues within the last three centuries, inequality remains one of the most important, historical, and omnipresent aspects of the region’s culture. As Europeans took over Latin America during the time of colonization, they implemented many elitist social structures that have held strong and are evident today (Harris). Income inequality is the most visible and greatest disparity that the region faces; yet inequality between gender, ethnicities, and education remain strong and significant problems with a necessity for improvement. Inequality of wealth and disparity of power and influence are Latin American’s greatest curses and are at the root of many of the

Hi! I’m Ruby, well at least I think I am, I get called a lot of names like bad girl, stop, and go away , but Ruby is what I get called most often. Today was a great day, I went on a morning walk, ate food, got pet, and then my day took a bad turn… My owner left for school! It was very scary even though this happens everyday, but luckily she always comes back!

If I'm in...I'll be All-In. While I'll be the first of family and friends to attend the University of Colorado, Boulder and unsure of the challenges within the campus community, I know myself. I am at my best when I fully commit.

The person that I look up to is Darry. I look up to him because he supports our family and cares about my education. I know that I am sometimes ignorant of his advice but he really does care about Sodapop and I.

When i was around 10 years old, me and my friend Kelsie were hanging out at our elementary school (Saxvik). We started a game of soccer and a lot of people joined in. But it was my turn to be goalie, so i went into the goal and got ready to catch the ball. A kid kicked the ball and missed but let's just say i didn't miss anything, I ran into the bar and fell down. After a few minutes i got to go and play Striker. As i was running someone passed the ball up to me, and i started dribbling it. Once i got close enough to take the shot i stepped on the ball and fell backwards.

She sobbed as if she were a mere child and lost in a new city, because in her head, she was. In reality, she was not a child; she was a freshman in college only two hours from home. Those two hours felt like too many, especially separated from her family. She found herself in room 512, Florida Avenue Residence Hall fully immersed in isolation and dependency. Nevertheless, I knew, at this moment in time, this was my turn to twist, bend and to recast all of my hopes into success.

Imagine an entire world that is all either desert or farming field. Picture immense cities interspersed throughout the farmland. Now, see billions upon billions of malnourished humans walking from place to place due to a fuel shortage, and children working in the sweatshops of ‘developing countries’, except they’re everywhere because eventually all the countries became third world due to one major issue: overpopulation. This is an issue that will only grow if left unchecked, creating a version of the horrible world I just laid before you. The best way to prevent such a torturous future is to acknowledge the problems going on due to overpopulation, to find the root of those problems, and to take immediate action to solve the issues as soon and as humanely as possible.