Personal Narrative: My Goal

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.

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 am a first generation student and spring semester is my second semester in college. I got no help in the beginning of fall semester in the process of class selection. I got in math class late and was unable to catch up to class that lead me to drop the class. But this semester, I got all the opportunity to get involve and to pursue my dream. I am working hard as possible to do well on every class and outside of the class. I am also involve in community, representing community throughout state being a youth leader and doing volunteer in my free time. This summer I am planning to make a transformative summer taking a class from world most prestigious university. I hope the class I take this summer will help me get ready to pursue my goal of

The game was to be decided by penalty shootouts. Once again, the odds were in our favor, we had the best goalkeeper in the league. Despite having to shoot second we all remained confident that we would win. No goal was prevented for the first thirteen rounds of penalty kicks. In the fourteenth round of penalty kicks, the St. John’s striker quickly took the shot and missed. It was up to me to win the game. I set the ball on the ground, took three large steps back looked at the goal and took the shot with all the power I had in my right foot. I missed. My shot hit the top of the crossbar and bounced back to me. My heart sank, I had failed at my job to deliver for the team. We battled back and forth up to the twenty fourth round, when the player from St. Johns finally “made” his shot by protest because it had hit the crossbar gone in and gone out. All Devin needed to do was make his shot to win the game. Devin took the shot. He missed. It was over, our perfect season had come to an end. We had come so close but ultimately

This was it: Our last period to determine whether we were going to make it to the championship game for the first time since 2011, against the most hated team in the tournament. Edina is hated since they always make it to the championship and win. Now it was time for revenge. The buzzer sounded. My stomach was turning. Nervousness seemed to be passing through all of us. Whenever each team did one good or bad thing, the entire arena erupted with excitement. Minutes were passing by quickly. Both teams kept having such close shots. Each time I got a bad feeling in my stomach. All of a sudden, with three minutes left in playing time, Ash Altman found the back of the net on a breakaway goal. My heart was pounding with excitement. Cheering and applauding roared through the arena. Looking around I saw everyone on their feet, all 21,609 of us. Wow, this was an amazing feeling. Our fan section was going crazy. I thought we could not get as loud as we were in the first period, but I was proven wrong. We were all jumping up and down, screaming as loudly as we could. Holding each other, some people crying of happiness, I realized we all are in this together. All of us wanted this win. Hockey is so important at East High School, and especially important to the state of Minnesota. The last three minutes seemed to have gone by in seconds. Throughout those minutes, we all had not stopped cheering. This was a fantastic moment to be able to call myself a Greyhound, our school mascot. When the buzzer sounded for the last time, it was true. We were headed to the championship game. This was the first time we had made it to the

“That was a big victory.” Said Josh. “Boys!” said Mike. “I would like to see you both, play for my team.” “YES, YES, YES, YES!” They both said.

It was a cold, rainy Saturday. I woke up, nervous as could be, slipped on my sandals, and headed to team breakfast. We all needed to be energized and for the big game that afternoon. Everyone chatted quietly as we devoured our hearty breakfast of eggs and pancakes. Though we were all hopeful and wanted more than anything to be victorious.. It always came back to Monadnock. Year after year, it seemed as though Monadnock would be the team to wreck our season. But if there was any day for us to beat Monadnock, today would be the day. We always played stronger in the rain, and if we lost, the seniors would be done with high school field hockey. We were more hungry than ever for this win.

The state tournament was next week it was the biggest tournament of the year. They had practice every day for two hours up till the tournament. Their first game was on Thursday at 12 pm so they had to get out of school early for it. They played a really good team from the south called the kings. It was going to be a fight if they wanted to win this one. Thursday had came and the team was ready for the game. The Hawks scored just 30 seconds into the game. Frank cheered from the bench. The Kings answered right back making it 1-1 after the first period. There coach came into their locker room furious and said the team could do better. The second under way and the Kings lead 2-1. The Hawks take a time out and answer back making it 2-2. Frank still has not played but he encourages his teammates on the bench. There were five minutes left in the third period and it is all tied up 3-3. The clock was winding down and one of Frank's teammate Cody scores with just a minute left making it 4-3. The hawks win and advance to the semifinals tomorrow against the

“ Come on! Come on!” The parents from the other team screamed. I got really nervous, I knew my team was ready, they just had to push their limits. Everyone looked so tired on my team, and some on the other. But the one girl with the ball did not slow down. I remember the last game we tied with them. The same girl that was coming at me now was the girl who shot the last goal. She always shot in the right corner, but she kept switching it when she scored that last goal. It happened the last 30 seconds of that game, and when she shot it last game, I knew I couldn't let that happen again.

My stomach twisted at the thought of losing when we pulled into the McDougal High School’s parking lot. I ran into the building where our coach taught us the new positions until it was time to play. The ref blew the whistle and threw the ball into the air. I jumped up with my feet dangling off the ground and slapped the ball out of its orbit and ran down the court. I could feel my heart beating, I lurched to a screaming halt at the three point line and pushed the ball towards the basket. I shut my eyes hoping it would make it. I heard the ball drop to the ground and the crowd that was erupting with cheers, I opened my eyes and saw my teammates smiling. “That’s a girl!” my coach hollered as I ran towards the sideline and sat down on the bench. We ended up winning by 2 points after two overtime periods.

Well.. the winner! Let's play,” their coach yelled, as they began to play. It was crazy, the whole time both teams were tied. It came down to the last, finale seconds. Anzly took a deep breath in and out, then gave her friend Jessica the nod, that meant, go. They raced down the field passing back and forth, Anzly was lined up for the shot, the only thing between her and the goal was open space. Although her legs, and feet felt numb and rubbery, she gave the last kick all she had left as the clock counted down, 4...3...2...1. The ball went soaring through the air, going so fast you could hear it as it zipped toward victory. The goalie didn't even know what was going on as it flew right past her head and pushed into the back net, scoring the winning goal! Everyone went nuts as they ran toward Anzly to congratulate her. Anzly felt a new sense of pride and confidence as she was lifted into the air and felt the cool breeze on her face. She heard the echoing of her teammates and friends cheering her

We had just arrived at Port Huron Central Middle School, so we headed to the locker room before the game started. We got dressed and coach gave us a pep talk, then we headed out. We began with our warm ups to stretch out and get the feel of the court. After the warm ups, the game was about to start. The principal announced all of our names, and played the national anthem. After the national anthem, we all huddled around coach, he reminded us of how we had beaten them the last time we played them “So let's do it again!” he added.

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I am ecstatic to begin my journey in nursing school. There are a few things one would need to know to determine just how passionate I am. The subjects that make me most excited are people that have inspired me, past experiences with online classes, and the possibility to challenge my mind within the classes I am taking. As I begin to think about elaborating these points I feel enthusiastic for my future. I cannot believe nursing school is finally here!

Home is the beginning of one’s book. It is where your story begins, forms its characters, shows its purpose, and reveals its ora. This is how mine is written. Home is on the buzzing highway down a bumpy gravel road. It’s Brandon, Mississippi. It is the only home I’ve ever known. Home is the smell of homemade biscuits and tomato gravy on Saturday mornings. It is “Bless Your Heart” and “Yes Mam” and “No Sir”. The little bedroom in the back of a grey double-wide where Carrie Underwood songs played and where I learned to curl my hair and put on mascara. My cousins and I running around with mason jars, chasing the lightning bugs. Bar-B-q on the back porch and never meeting a stranger. It is the morals learned and the identity