Personal Narrative: The Power Chain

I was incredibly excited. School was starting tomorrow. The first few days were just icebreakers, learning everyone’s names, blah blah blah. Then the real learning began. Of course, teachers started to write our lessons on the board. I started to notice a few changes in what I was seeing. The words they were writing were just...black lines! I didn’t pay much attention to it, I just asked my friends what the board said. As the year went on, it affected me more and more, especially in math. I saw a 2 as a 6, and and an A as an 8.

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.

Of course the norm for me is that of any citizen living in zone three.

The social norm I broke is making too much eye contact, or staring excessively, at my teachers. While sitting in class, I stared at my teachers more than I stared at my paper or looked around the classroom. It is usually normal for students to stare down at their desks and not look at the teacher a lot.

I grew up as one of the hardest things to commit to, black and alternative. My meaning of alternative is being interested in goth fashion and heavy metal music. From what I was told, being black is listening to hip-hop and dressing like everyone else around them or what is the social norm. Clearly, my definition of alterative is contrasting on what it means to be “black.” I say it's hard to commit because coming from a closed black family, I felt pressed to let go of what I felt about myself just to make them happy. Questions like, ‘’Why are you trying so hard to be different?’’ or ‘’Who told you that was okay?’’ Still replay in my head whenever I decide to wear something that I would feel most comfortable in. Not long ago, I got into an arguement

There I was on the block next to the High Bar. It was about 5:00 at night when my coach told me to do a Kip. As I got up on the bar my nose filled with the smell of chalk. I started to swing, and as I came out of my half turn I looked good. Everything seemed fine but as I came to the part of the Kip where I have to pull my legs up to the bar, I slammed my shins into the bar. My momentum was stopped and I dropped on to the mat, missing the Kip. I felt like I had let down my coach and I had let down myself too. That day I experienced failure. That failure made me want my Kip even more so I worked harder and had support from my teammates.

I quickly swallowed my homemade authentic Indian food leftovers and gulped down my chocolate milk. Looking down at my watch that read 11:28am, I knew that I only had two minutes until my most favorite part of the day: recess. This particular day in 5th grade, I had run a lap around the playground before getting the rest of recess to myself. As I started walking for my warmup, another student ran up and said, “My parents said that your people caused 9/11.” Completely caught off guard, I held back the tears in my eyes and tried to shake off his comment. I had never encountered something like this.

The week’s journal entry I will discuss a situation where I had either an internal locus of control or an external locus of control. I will also discuss if I was not in control of the events, what I was in control of and how I handled the situation. Attitude plays a huge role in one’s response to situations that may arise. People sometimes get bent out of shape when the smallest things in life happen, for example, the person who cuts in front you in the supermarket. When this situation occurs there are two things that can happen. The first one being you become extremely upset at the person cutting in front or the second response being in control of your emotions and try to be understanding. In my case a situation happened a few weeks ago and

Journey into power is an excellent way to kick off this journey into my yoga certification. Right off the bat I knew this book would open the doors for me. The first thing that I would say that I learned in this book is the difference between using yoga as a tool to cope with things such as stress or body power, but seeing it more as a "total life transformation" as Baron Baptiste says . Until that very moment that I read the line, I truly saw yoga as nothing more than a combination of great exercise and some meditation on the side. But immediately after I took a moment to absorb what I just read. Transformation is a heavy word, in my mind once you transform you don't go back. For me, that's what I want, so I knew reading

My sources of power come from being the chair of the House Internal Matters Committee and the House Rules Committee, as well as being a Hispanic Republican. Another source of power comes from being an incumbent, who has been elected four times. Since I am the chair of the House Internal Matters Committee, I have a larger influence over the bills that are considered since this is one of three committees who considers the proposed bills and have the power to pass, amend, or kill legislative proposals. Because I am chair of the House Rules Committee, which reviews legislation after it is passed through a standing committee in the House and before the bill goes to the full House, I serve as a gatekeeper for proposed legislation, working with other

I am 16, as of the 22nd of June, 2016. By now I have matured through the years of a toddler, gone to daycare, attended K-5, seen my parents’ divorce, passed elementary school, excelled through middle school, attended wedding for mother and step father, attended the wedding for my father and stepmother, passed two years of high school, learned that my

The Amazing law of influence states “One life touches another and potentially both lives are changed; one life touches another and potentially the entire world is changed” This was evident in the movie Radio when Coach Jones changed how the world viewed people with special needs by one small act. When Coach Jones was a coaching the JV football team at Hanna high school, he noticed a boy watching them practice day after day, and soon started watching the games. One Day a couple of Coach Jones's players had harassed the boy, locking him up, and throwing balls at the shack they put him in. This boy was soon to be known by the name of Radio. Coach was furious, and within the next couple of days Coach Jones went over and apologizes to Radio, and

During mid April me and my siblings came up with a new game. At the time I was only 8 , my sister was 13 and my brother was 14. We came up with the game when the power shut off. The reason the power shut off is because of a nasty storm that was happening in Miami that completely cut off our power and anyone that lived relatively close to us.

The dynamics of power with my mother, my wife and my classmate are very fluid and everchanging. I am sure my relationships with all this is not normal. The distribution of power changes dependent with moods, tone, situations and several other variables.