Personal Narrative: The Honor Guard

In my Middle School years, I went to E.L. Wright Middle school, that year, I have more responsibilities and more class and work to do. In my 7th and 8th grade year, I accomplished the A/B Honor Roll for all school year. In those years at high school ever since the speech, I tend myself to care about my grade and making the highest grade. In 7th grade I apply to the AVID Program with Mr. Quitter, he changes my work ethic. He introduced me to Cornell Notes, writing on the right side of the paper. He introduced me to college, and at that time, I now know that college was very expensive. Even though he’s short but he did a lot to the avid program a success. After he left in my 8th year, miss. Liandra Davis took over, but she is strict today. Having

For three Knights, Wednesday night's basketball game will be the final home game of their basketball careers. UCF will honor guard Daiquan Walker, forward and center Staphon Blair, and forward Shaheed Davis.

National Honors Society is an amazing opportunity to be chosen for. By being accepted, it shows that the hard work that I have done in the classroom, and in the community have done well for not only the community but for myself as a person. Since I have started High-school, I have done many volunteer hours at my church. I have done many things such as help lead game-time for the little ones during a learning program called Awana. Awana is a program done by some churches to help raise children to love and serve God. I also help most Sundays in the sound room at church. I help to run the sound and the computer that displays the songs that we are doing that particular Sunday. I enjoy doing these things because seeing the children’s faces, enjoying

I had been in band for about two years and today was the day Mr. Heggins would put us to the test that determined if he would let us try out for honor band or not. I was excited, but also very fearful. What if I didn’t do well and had to hear him say “maybe next time” I was tired of hearing that. I had worked so hard and I just wanted a chance to audition. To be able to audition for honor band would be great, just a chance, and if I didn’t make it, there was always next year, I just wanted to try.

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.

Before I joined National Honors Society, I was a shy, though dutiful student. I completed assignments, turned them in, and got a good grade. Nothing more, nothing less. Though my school career appeared successful, and I had minor volunteer commitments, it wasn’t until I joined our school’s chapter that I grew to feel confident enough to pursue excellence unabashedly.

During spring training, I felt like I had worked harder than I ever have. I just knew that I was getting a spot on the field. I thought that the directors would choose me as one of many other on the field. When summer marching band rolled around I was confident I had a spot. For the first week out of the summer five days out of the week from 12:00pm to 9:00pm we did drills and practiced playing. I never slowed down and at the end of the first week; they had a general idea of who was going to be on the field. They give you a card that tells the coordinates of your spot during the show, if only your name is on it you have a spot. If it has two names, you and that person are now competing for that spot. I was very disappointed to find out I now had to compete against someone. During week, two of marching band it was obvious the other person received the spot.

In eighth grade I was first chair trumpet player for the J.A.M.S. band. I led the band in most songs and the band teacher made me feel like I was the best trumpet player ever. In eighth grade I was again accepted into a junior high honor band just as I had been in seventh grade. In eighth grade however I was not concerned about chair placements at the honor band as I had been in seventh grade. When I went to honor band in seventh grade I received a second chair placement. An eighth grader received first chair. Therefore, I thought I was almost guaranteed first chair as I was an eighth grader now so in my mind no one would beat me.

Your Honor, I request to represent myself due to the financial in ability to retain an attorney. I plead Guilty to the suspended license charge; I was not aware, and not guilty to the failure to report charge. You’re Honor on August 5th 2014, after getting off work I went to a 7/11 of Newtown Road and Lake Edward Drive. I was simply there to grab a bite to eat. Once I purchased the items, I went to my vehicle the only car in the parking lot of the 7/11 roughly around 3:00am in the morning. Once I became secured in my vehicle seat belt on and ready to head home, I look over both shoulders and rearview mirror before backing out of the parking spot I was in.

May 17, 2015. That was the day that was going to determine whether or not I will make the Dana Hills pep squad. The previous two days I successfully learned a new dance and two new cheers. It is very quite difficult to learn something when there are over 100 girls trying to learn the same thing from only three coaches. My sweaty, soft (alliteration) hands griped on to the large blue doors. As I walked through, I felt the cool breeze sweep across my face like a spooky ghost on Halloween night (simile). I shakily signed (alliteration) my name in and grabbed my tryout number. All of the girls who were trying out gathered in the mall, all dressed in a clean white shirt, blue shorts, and their hair up in a hair ribbon/bow. Minutes seemed to turned

During freshmen year at Paul Laurence Dunbar high school, I had won my first national competition. It was in Florida and I was on the Dunbar Dance team. We had been practicing for 10 months perfecting our routine and selling desserts and candy to help pay for the competition entry fee.

The competition was fierce. We went back and forth, neck and neck, in and out of the lead the entire time. I was afraid that we would make a mistake and lose. I was on pins and needles. We eventually pulled ahead in the final round to claim victory. After that hard-fought win, my teammates and I realized that we needed to study harder. It was time to get really serious. After that lucky win, we decided to drill more than ever before. We worked longer and harder, so that we could be the best we could be. We took our books to the cafeteria to study during lunches. We sat in the halls before dismissal, studying and quizzing each other. We even studied together on Skype in the evenings after school. Before we knew it, it was time for the semi-final competition. This time we competed against twelve other teams. The questions were tough, but we persevered and finished on top again. We couldn’t believe it. We were going to the

“I’m in a meet?” My voice was filled with excitement and surprise even though I was very tired. I’ve practiced for months and I never thought I would get picked at this rate. I always had to keep up with my upperclassmen friends because of how fast they were. I gained determination from them to get better and to beat them. I hope that one day, my coach sees the determination I had and put me in a meet. I, however, needed to get

A group of us candidates were all in perfect formation. For me, it felt like my fate was in the hands of those who were judging me. We stood in the humid musty gymnasium, our parents, our siblings, our friends watching, hoping for the best. Other than the few murmurs overheard from the back room, the building was silent: nobody dared to break it. I remember reflecting back on all of my hours training in the studio with red and blue foam tiles, one wall covered in mirrors, and the words leadership, discipline, and respect plastered above. I thought of the weekly grueling 2 hour sparring sessions in which we would engage in hand to hand combat with red foam head, chest, hand, and foot protection. My goto move against my friend was always a spinning backfist to the head followed by a punch to the chest; I am not sure how, but it worked every time.

A flow of exhilaration came to my body and I was ready for the day. I make my way to the bathroom and begin to put the white uniform on. I sit on the counter in front of the mirror and begin to do extensive amount of makeup for when I compete. My mother put my hair in a pony tail and I put the white and gold bow in my hair with curls. I am in the lobby by 11 with the team. Our coaches show up with excitement and give us each individual notes. Mine said, “Braelynn I will be cheering loud for you in your front tuck, roundoff back tuck! You got this sweet girl. -Coach Erin”