Personal Narrative-Perception Or Reality?

When I was extended seven feet above the ground, I knew we had succeeded. My two bases were in front of me and my backspot was behind me. I heard the familiar counts of my backspot “one, two, three, four”, I bounced and pushed myself up into my bases waiting hands, “five, six, seven, eight”, I straightened as my bases lifted me up to chest level. I locked my knees and stayed tight. I put on a smile and looked ahead. I felt my backspot release her hold on my ankles. I heard her voice once again, “extension, one, two, three, four”, I brought my hands down to my sides and focused on staying tight as I slowly rose, “five, six, seven, eight. I was all the way up. Then a few moments later I heard the counts as they brought me to chest level then back down to the ground. We had done it, we had hit the stunt and did an extension.

One of the greatest life skills that you can attain is to always double check! I unfortunately had to learn this lesson the hard way. Even though obstacles come up, you can always learn from them. In this certain situation, my brother David and I thought that we did something when in reality we didn't.

The bomb exploded. A bright white light surrounded the entirety of the village and myself. Then, through the whiteness, I saw them. The evil beings that took the humans who dared stay for too long. I had to though. To protect my family. I will get out someday. And when I do. There will be hell to

Hell, If I could, I would have turned right around. But I couldn’t. There was still something blocking my free will. It wanted me to go inside one of the buildings. Seconds later I feel the same force dragging me towards the A lettered building. 4 windows covered with dust shadow the view from the inside. I can barely make out the structures inside. Obviously everything was abandoned, so the sound of nothingness, not even the wind, was very eery. I arrived to the front entrance. You could clearly see how old everything was. The brick and concrete were beginning to crumble, chunks of rock falling from the building's sides. A large rusty chain was keeping the twin metal doors locked with a simple padlock on them. The rust seemed as though it was severe. A simple pull and the whole thing came apart with the lock on the ground. “How long has this been here?”, i question. Rust shouldn’t have weakened the metal that much. My legs alert me once more and I continue forward march. Through the twin doors, I was in what looked like an old, burned office. There was a receptionists desk in front of me charred black, filing cabinets all around were also charred. Everything in there was burnt to a crisp. There was no smell in there, so this was not recent. I continued up to some metal stairs which made some uneasy noises. Once up there was only one place to go, a conference room of sorts. Charred tables and chairs, but my legs keep me moving. They take me

“You’re pretty for someone who has dark skin.” I stood there in the middle of my 10th grade English class, stunned. Trying to fathom whether or not to accept it or acknowledge it was a backhanded compliment. I sat there thinking to myself did this other student who shares the same color skin as me, just feel the need to associate my beauty despite my color? This was just one of many times in my life I had encountered phrases like that, but that day in my English class, I realized society had created a social norm that just wasn't going to sit right with me.

Normal is a matter of circumstance, this is one thing that I have been told all my life; that’s one reason why I never thought my childhood was that different from any other. I was perfectly okay with everything that was happening. It wasn’t until the day that I sat in a waiting room for hours, with people from my church, waiting for my mom to get out of surgery. My little child’s mind thought that we were just hanging out with the people and that they were being nice by buying my sister and me any candy that we wanted, I didn’t really give a second thought to why we were waiting.

Do assumptions comply with reality? That question crosses my mind when people make predictions based on my seemingly intentionally plain dressing, my supposedly poker-faced smile, and my likely typical ponytail. I purposely convey myself through this look for my safety—to make sure no one with desires of harassment will harm me. My teachers and classmates probably have noticed my desire for success conveyed through hard work and the high marks I receive. Some might wonder whether if I have Asian tiger parents. Although these details are not wrong, I know some aspects of my cultural identity will not match the expectations of others. To illustrate, my contrary ways with most teenage trends, may shock acquaintances that I listen to pop music.

When Einstein states, “You have to learn the rules of the game. And then you have to play better than anyone else,” he is providing the key to success in life. Whether one is a teacher, athlete, astrophysicist, or engineer, the best and most renowned individuals know how to play the game better than anyone else. Such individuals know the ins and outs of his or her career and strive to excel every day. Playing the game the better than anyone else also leaves a mark of ones work. I have always been competitive in life. From as early as I can remember to today, I have been attempting to outwit everybody. Whether it is a friend or stranger, I make certain that I am doing better than anyone else in my school work. Throughout life, I have played

Everyone has their own mentality to accomplish their goals and know how to accomplish them. It’s better to be realistic because that will allow you to grow and succeed faster.

Today ended on a sad note but started off positive and productive. First thing this morning I took care of hospital patients by myself and gave medications and updated medical charts as I went. Next, I help prep a surgery patient (cat) that was having a large mass removed from the left hip. Which included shaving, giving premeds, intubating, and setting her in the right position on the surgical table. We also prepped the surgical room and prepared the histopathology sample.

No. I believe that perception is not reality. When you believe in something, your perception takes precedence over the reality of it all. I see shadows sometime out the corner of my eyes, for the longest time, I thought I was seeing ghost. When I finally asked the ophthalmologists, they said it is called floaters. It was to the point that I would ask people did you see that. My perception knew I was seeing something, my reality did not want me to believe it was ghost, but since it was a shadow, I keep doubting

5…4…3…2… slap, I heard a deep voice yelling. Where did it come from? Who was it? What was going on? It was an early November morning and I was sitting at the edge of my bed looking out the window when I heard the screaming and commotion. I couldn’t distinguish what was going on, but whatever it was it wasn’t good. The morning sunlight was so bright that all I could see outside of my window were shadows moving back-and-forth quickly. I didn’t know what to do, so I sat frozen on my bed until it calmed down.

To me my personal beliefs are important, they are the thing that holds us as humanity together. Everyone in the world has their own beliefs. Whether its that true love exist and that everyone has someone out there for them or something simple like that they believe their favorite pet understands everything that they say to it. Even simple religion is a form of belief. But, my belief is that life itself is a hard thing to overcome and that even if you feel scared you need to pull up you big boy or big girl panties and suck it up or face it head on.

The operation could not come sooner. I was nervous, and I was definitely not looking forward to being bald, but I wanted my dreams and anxiety attacks gone. While in class one day, the person sitting next to me raised his hand to answer a question. My entire body tensed; I expected him to hit me across the face or punch me in the stomach. I held up a book to block the blow, and cowered behind it. After a couple seconds, I opened my eyes and looked around. Everyone was staring at me. I smiled and felt my face burn. Even when people moved too fast, or did random movements in the hallway, my brain would kick into overdrive and freak out. No one knew what was wrong, because I only told a few people what the doctors found on the CT scan. All

I believe in consistency. I feel that being consistent in whatever it is that you set out to do can add an immense amount of wealth to your life. I never realized how inconsistent I had been in accomplishing some goals that I set for myself until I endured the sudden loss of my grandmother last year. I saw what I was becoming, what I needed a do to go in a different direction and that I needed to be consistent in order to do so.