Personal Narrative Of Failure

As the Frost Festival finally drew to a close, the excitement of the frost fae, both royal and non-royal, began to wane as the festivities and parties died down, and the frosty multicolored flags of the various frost fae Clans were taken down and folded neatly for storage until the next Festival. I’d been working as a Frost Guardian for over twelve hours protecting the princess of the Snowflake clan, and, even though I thought that I was going to be beyond exhausted and more than ready for bed, I still felt strangely wide awake and even a little buzzed with adrenaline, like I’d gotten energy from the remnants of the festivities that had happened around me and the fact that I was finally training in the real world as a Guardian.

Almost a year ago I started my first day of high school, to some people that may seem like one of the least important days of their life, but for me it made me realize that it was going to be the last year I walk through those doors to attend class, and the last time I step out onto the soccer field with some of my closest friends. As I walked through the double doors that would officially start my last year at USA High School, I looked up and my entire graduating classes names were posted up on the wall, where soon our pennants of the colleges we were going to attend would hang. High school holds some of the happiest memories for some people, from times they were at Friday night football games with their best friends, or late-night adventures they went on, but for me it was being on the soccer team. Throughout my entire high school career, I was happiest when out on the field, playing against local schools with the people I have gotten so close to over the years.

As all my teammates ran up to congratulate me on my 55 yard touchdown I realized that we were still in this game. As I stood in the end zone, I finally started to realized what I had just done. I had finally proven myself to everyone including my teammates and my coach. Perhaps most importantly of all, however, I had proven to myself that I had what it took to play on the varsity level. It was something I had yet to prove before that game and is something that I will never

As I stepped on the field, I knew the next few minutes could make or break my college options. Although I was only a freshman, if I were able to make varsity, college would be closer in reach. The first feed I had from behind cage was low, my stick drug the ground as if I was using a shovel, I cradled through the ball and somehow came up with it, no problem. My next challenge was to finish the shot. As I made a fake and the ball plummeted to the ground, I knew I needed to step up my game. The second pass came right into the pocket of my stick, I faked low and shot high, directly into the top corner of the goal. I slowly jogged off the field, behind me I faintly heard “way to go kid”, I knew it must have been the varsity coach.

The crowd is cheering, the pressure, the weight of my team on my shoulders I take three dribbles and then I spring up and take a shot and. It was a December night on the day of the Oley Championship Basketball Game, against Oley. After the tip off, the game was in Oley’s hands. They played great defense, made a lot of their shots, but our team just played horribly and they were up by 16 points. At the end of the third the score was around 26-10 Oley, but in my head the game was not over yet because we still had 8 minutes to come back, and I always want to win. Nothing really happened in the first 4 minutes, but in the last 2 minutes I contributed with an assist and 5 points including a layup and a three.

Finally, the game starts and the ball starts moving. I had no idea what I was going to do, when all of a sudden I felt the ball at my feet. I knew this was my only chance because the goal was wide open so I shot with all my might and the crowd

Time to play ball. First faceoff felt like I could see everything and feel it too. I looked at my opponent at the faceoff he was tall and muscular, then I saw his stick and gloves, I examined the gear hoping to maybe find something useful to use against him. We entered our stance, the referee placed the ball between the both of us, he blew the whistle and it sounded like the stadium exploded with sound. A hard step right and flick of my wrist caused the ball to stay neutral. Richland gained the first possession of the game and was able to capitalize with a goal. The next faceoff I was able to tie up the ball and eventually we gained are first possession. We ran 23. Sam Rink was at the top of the box, Parker Lindhorst sent him a dime pass. Sam shot and

I looked over at my teammate to the right. I nodded at my feet suggesting that she pass it to me. She shrugged and sighed, already feeling defeated. The whistle blew. She passed it to me half heartedly. I received the ball and ran as fast as I could. I maneuvered the ball in a way I did not know I was capable of. I felt invincible. I came up to the goal. I was not close enough, but I knew I only had seconds left, and I could not waste any precious time attempting to dribble closer. I gathered up all my force and shot the ball. The crowd was silent. It was so quite that I could hear the impact of my foot hitting the ball. My heart stopped. The ball was losing momentum, and I was losing hope. The goal keeper lunged, but was centimeters short. The ball slowly rolled into the goal. The whistle blew a second later. I stood in my spot, unbelieving what had just happened. I heard the thunderous claps of the crowd. I had done it. I had scored the winning point and obtained the first place trophy for my team. I heard my father over joyously screech. My team celebrated by jumping on me until I was sprawled on the floor under them. I was

[2] The whole car ride home my stomach had butterflies because I knew we had to win.We pretty much already knew that we were going to play against are rivals. Our rivals have beaten every team in the league but us so we wanted to make them lose to us.The other kids on my team weren't that nervous because they already had played this team.The reason this was such a big game was because this is where all the coaches come together to watch the best two team go head to head. This game meant a lot to us because if we played well we could get invited to a academy team.The academy team is a team were the best players play and the best coaches coach.Many players such as messi, ronaldo , david beckham came these teams. Every day we got to practice everyone tried so hard and wanted to get better leading up to this game. Our coach had no

As the striker stepped back to take the penalty kick, I planted my feet on the ground. I watched in anticipation as she ran up to the ball and watched it fly towards the goal in slow motion, guessing which direction it will go. Though I have played goalkeeper for 10 years, nothing I did then would have changed the motion of the ball soaring towards the goal. Only the hard work I had done in the weeks prior could affect it, because the goalkeeper in goal was a player I coached.

Yes, I do have several personal life experiences where I have overcame adversity and transformed into the person I am today. As a military child, I was blessed with the opportunity to spend my youth on Feltwell Royal Air Force Base in England and Eielson Air Force Base in Alaska. Since I lived in relative isolated locations, I functioned entirely on base; therefore, I was protected from the harsh realities of the world. Everyone I met understood me, for they experienced the same things I did. However, this changed in the winter of my seventh grade year. My mother’s father was diagnosed with Stage Four lung cancer, so my father applied for a Humanitarian Reassignment. Thankfully, the request was approved and my family was reassigned to Wright Patterson Air Force Base in

"Fweeeet-woooo", the sound of the whistle letting us know the game is about to begin. A little apprehensive isn't the word that describes this moment. "Yanna your at mid", Coach Russuem says in the background distracting from my daze; my first game ever playing soccer and I'm in the starting 9. As I walk on the field I get this rush of fearful thoughts, "What if I miss the ball? what if I don't be aggressive enough? Am I ready? Should I sit this one out? Should I tell coach I'm sick? Should I.....", I notice I have this tremble as I walk and I start to tell my self I can do this! After encouraging myself and putting my head in the game I looked at the score board realizing we're in the lead 3-2. Now the second half is about to cease, thus for,

Time was running out. 2 seconds left on the clock. It was the 4th quarter we were down by 2. The referee blew the whistle signaling my teammate to inbound the ball. I was being double teamed. I ran down to the wing caught the ball and moved to the corner in a fluid motion, losing the defenders. I stood behind the line jumped and then turned in mid air to line up with the basket, and fired the ball. It floated through the air as the buzzer sounded. Swish. Nothing but net, I had won us the game! “MVP, MVP, MVP” the crowd chanted. My team ran at me shouting with joy. But then everything started to fade. I opened my eyes. “It was just a dream” I sighed. I rolled over and got ready to start the weekend. As I was brushing in my teeth

That game, that day, was one of our biggest games! Not only was it against our biggest rival but the winner went on to play in the state championship. The team we were playing had beaten us twice and we had beaten them twice as well. We were evenly matched at every level, but still, I felt nervous, anxious, scared and even excited. As a goalie, I knew that a lot of the important aspects of the game rested directly on my shoulders, a feat to which I gladly accepted.

I could not believe my eyes. I rubbed them over and over again, hoping that somehow reality fooled me. The only noise that I could hear was the continuous beat of my heart; thump, thump, thump, thump. It was as if my brain short-circuited and needed to be rebooted. With sweat running down my face, I gathered my courage and looked into the mirror. It has been months since I had the guts to glance at my reflection, and I was shocked. I did not expect to see such an oversized woman staring back at me. I closed my eyes at the horrifying figure and looked down to see the scale one more time. One hundred and fifty four pounds. From that moment on, I knew that things will never be the same