Personal Narrative: More Than Just A Number

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.

I chose to break the norm of either smiling at strangers or giving them a neutral look when you make eye contact. I decided to give every stranger I passed a confused look like they had just spoken to me in another language. I must admit, this made me feel a bit goofy. I was on the fence as to whether or not to do this in the first place but I decided I just had to. The responses I received were quite comical. A few people asked if I was alright, and one person even asked if I had a problem with them.

It was finally the end of third period and everyone eagerly left class to go to lunch. I wasn't a big fan of lunch because I had no one to sit with witch made me stand out in a crowed making it easy for my tormentors to track me down. "Hey loser" someone snarls from behind me. I turn around to find myself facing Laurie, she's always picked in me for as long as I can remember no after awhile she someone found herself a boyfriend who started doing the same.

From commencement there appeared to be issues with the team(s) to which I had been assigned. There was a perception that the one common denominator was myself. Everyone seemed to have departed. What was I doing to scare them away? The one pertinent question was “Will I be capable of completing this assignment on my own?”

One. I am small and I am always outside. I like running fast. I ski down the mountain without taking turns and I don’t like eating vegetables. I have a tree fort and I help my dad with hammering.

Trying new things have always intrigued me. From new foods, to exploring unfamiliar places, or to a new taste in music I’m always up for a new adventure. This is why I asked, “Why not?” when my friend requested that I listen to a new band called Why Don’t We.

You are a child, innocent to the land beyond a fortress of comfort and there’s a challenge you never could imagine, yet you were facing this challenge, years before you were even aware. Never believing in the possibility that someone close to you, would one day become one of the most difficult people to interact with. This involves accepting the reality that your parent has lost their true soul to a bottle of Tequila. You live a childhood pure and oblivious to any possibilities at this age of innocence, therefore ulterior motives are not suspected. You are at peace, left unaware of what happens behind closed doors. At the time, I never had a major concern for my mother’s behavior; I only assumed her to be an adult and one with full authority. Often times she behaved oddly and against her moral codes, however no further questions would be asked. There was only acceptance for her and what I believed to be a normality.

You do realize not everyone in this world can or is willing to go vegan? And that just because it's what you believe, it's not something everyone believes in? What good has it ever done when someone has showed their beliefs down other's throats? I want an example, 'cause I honesly don't know one.

In life we find many things to be important to us, but sometimes you have to take a step back and see what the most important thing may be. In my life I find that family is the most important thing, and most specifically my mom. She is a strong-willed person who has always encouraged me and has my back, helps me in growing to be a better person, and stood beside me in some of the toughest times.

Today was slow, like every other day, I walked the halls and watched time fall away. There were no actions to how I was feeling, No clue that inside, It’s hard to keep breathing. Memories come and go Pain comes and stays. When she let me go, I was left out like a stray.

“Space. The final frontier.” These four words have played over in my head since I was young. Waking up during what felt like the middle of the night and making my way down the dark stairs that were almost still too big for my stubby, little legs. Nothing in particular woke me up that night that I can remember. The faint pitter patter of the rain against my window, or the rustling of a cat making themselves comfortable at the foot of my bed. Nevertheless, my restless imaginative self was now wide awake.

Angie again told Bev she could have as much fun as she wanted because word of anything she did at the resort wouldn’t get back to Dave from us. She then told Bev if she was going to have fun with the guys she was also going to join in the fun and it should be real entertaining.

courage to turn and face what he was fearing most, he saw a large bald doglike creature with razor ten inch teeth snarling towards him. Instinctively he pulled his arms back and cast a fireball hitting the oversized pug straight on the nose effectively burning away half of it’s snout although it didn’t seem to bothered by this, if anything it only angered the ferocious animal more. The collective footsteps of the four Larks approached where the cabinet stood, he slid himself back against the wall closing his eyes in relief when he felt some of it break away under his fingertips.

Have you ever been in a crowded room of people, picked out a random person and noticed something unique about them? If I were in a room with strangers about eighty percent of them would wonder or question what happened to my eye. When I actually talk to people I often get asked if it 's a lazy eye. That then leads to me explaining what happened. A tragic event happens to make for an unforgettable day. After three surgeries, countless doctor appointments in Omaha, and eleven years later, I still remember.