Personal Narrative-It's Time To Go Back To High School?

The next practice I was putting my gear on slowly like usual so my best friend Trinity could get there before I had to go practice with another girl, since Trinity was really the only one who was interesting to talk to. When she finally got there, we starting practicing normal catch with the softball. After I finished telling her that I wanted to try pitching, and after a lot of convincing her that I could do it, I tried my pitch. It was to low, and Trinity got it as a ground ball. “I told you you can’t pitch, let’s just practice the normal way.” I said no, I needed to become a pitcher, to help my team and help me to not always be at 3rd base.

I just wanna say I'm sorry for replying late or being unresponsive for the few couple of weeks, about things related to AIESEC. This is because I have decided to take a year off and therefore, step out of my position. :(

As I rolled over to shut off the cacophonous sound that came from my iPod, realization hit me hard and I gasped in excitement for what would take place today, and fell off the bed in a moment of elation. Today I would be getting braces, and I couldn’t wait until they were on. I continued to lie on the floor, not wanting to get up from my comfortable, yet awkward, position next to my bed, as well as thinking about how “amazingly awesome” this would be, until I got snapped out of my thoughts as I heard my mother yelling at me from the kitchen.

The lesson was when I split my growth plates in my sholder which told me I need to build up the muscles more. I couldn´t throw a baseball for two months which sucked. I had to do stretches twice a day for four weeks and the other two i had to work back slowly throwing. The stretches i had to was with a elastic band. I had six stretches ten a piece for two weeks and twenty for the other to weeks. I had to hold one end of the band under my foot and other end in my hand. I had to go out to the side, to the front, to the back, Then i had too hold it above my head then pull up on it. It burned so bad after the little workout because it was so weak. I had to stay home from the tournamnets becuase i couldn´t throw so instead i played video games when

After what seemed like hours, Hanna had finally decided which shoe I was going to wear to the party.

“Well, see ya later Mr. Smith.” I said running out of his class, shooting him with my finger guns.

I didn’t want to go anymore. When I got home, I immediately explained to my mom I didn’t want to go. She was disappointed “why not? This is a perfect opportunity for you to make some new friends” she said. I didn’t know who was on the team and I was scared. She told me it would be a good thing for me to make new friends and get some more exercise and really wished I would go or at least go to one practice and see if I like it. For some reason what she said changed my mind and I decided to go. In the car I was so nervous I felt like my stomach was going to explode I was so timid. My mom walked me in and I met the coach, she had long brown hair and broad shoulders. She was

If I could go back in time and speak to my former self before I began high school I would tell myself a handful of things. I would start off by telling myself to take school more seriously. They always say high school is crucial for colleges, so keep your grades up! I never listened to them, I should have. Not that my grades were awful. I just could have done better. Taking my classes more seriously could have resulted in me being in honors, AP, colleges classes, etc. High school is like a roller coaster of emotions. You’ll end up losing people you thought you would be with until senior year, or forever. I had a boyfriend going into my junior year thinking I would be with him forever. As a matter of fact, we did not even last more than a year.

I was the new kid in a small town with no friends. First day of grade 11, only nice thing was it is a small school and easy to understand so I wouldn’t get lost looking for my next class. After long morning of trying to learn the name of the person sitting beside me it was time for the one class I didn’t need to know anyone, Gym. I was one of the Tallest kids witch was nice for most all sports. But all fun must come to an end when the coach of the volleyball team came up to me and asked if I wanted to join the team this year. He didn’t see the team to well with his story about how last year they almost won as many as they lost. I didn’t think much of the offer in my old school I never even tried to play I just seemed dumb trying to keep a ball in the air.

Cheers, yelling, and excitement were all over the bleachers. It seemed as if we were in a NBA game. Volleyball cheers from our teammates. “ GO BLUE! “ from everyone's parents. Scores were really close. 20 to 19. The other team serves the ball to us. It came really fast and hard. My teammate hit it but it was a bad pass. So I sprint to go bring it back to the game. I get to it and hit it really hard. Finally my team brings it back into the other team's side. I run back and trip. “No big deal”, I say to myself. However I felt my ankle sprain. I was in pain and I couldn’t take it anymore, I asked coach for a sub. I felt the warm tears running thru my cheeks. I took one for the team and subbed back in. Finally we hit game point. It seemed as of

It was the summer prior to freshman year, and all I wanted to do was make the volleyball team. However, I was not a great player and I did not make the team. Although it hurt when it happened, I did not know what it would lead to. In the middle of first semester, my friend had told me Valencia was going to form a lacrosse team and thought we should join. Not knowing anything about the sport, I agreed. The problem was there was only going to be a boys’ team, and some of the boys and their fathers were not keen on us joining. Despite their opinions of us, we found a coach who would teach us and began preparing.

My phone was buzzing while I was in class after school using a school laptop. It was Arlene my sister. I wondered why she would call me if she knew I was staying after school.“ What room are you in?” I was confused, but I replied,” 44 why?” She said something else but I couldn’t understand her and hung up. I continued doing my work and 2 minutes later she opened the door to my classroom. She mouthed,” Let’s go”. I scrunched my eyebrows, confused, and logged out of my laptop. I was plugging it in and she mouthed again, “Hurry up.”

Just a reminder I need to leave by 4:00 today to pick up Allie . Also next Monday and Tuesday Lisa is out of town for a meeting and I will need to pick Allie up from school on Monday and and take her to school on Tuesday so I will need to be leaving by 4:00 on Monday and will be in a bit late on Tuesday because I can not drop her off until 7:45 in Orland.

It’s been over two years, but I still remember the smell of the gym on the rainy afternoon that our coach had us doing a workout with track. I felt a little better when I saw my new teammates also struggling with how demanding this workout was on our legs. It was a race, and I was determined to prove myself as the freshman on the team. Throughout the race, girl’s and boy’s legs were giving out and they dropped to the ground. Being intent on trying to prove how good I was, I refused to let myself fall in the middle of the gym. Instead, I fell right next to a wall, and my head met the concrete of the gym. One of my new teammates, who was a junior at the time, came rushing over while another yelled for my coach. This caught the attention of the other fifty people crowded in the small gym and embarrassed me more than I thought was possible. I was walked to the trainer’s room to check for a concussion by my closest friend, though I didn’t know it at the time.

It was a hot summer day and the first thing on my mind that morning was volleyball practice. Volleyball was one of my biggest joys in life at the time and just something I loved dearly. The season started the first semester of school so that means we had to practice during the summer to be ready for the start of the new season. I didn’t love volleyball just because it was my favorite sport, but for another reason also. It was an excuse to get of the house for a while. Just getting a car my 11th grade year was a blessing I wished for years. I gave me that freedom I longed for. That morning I got dressed and headed to practice for 8:00 as usual. When I arrived to the gym I notice there weren’t as many players there as usual. Walking down the halls of my school I searched for my coach. I found him in his classroom with some girls from my team. As I walked through the door he announced