Personal Narrative: The Way I Carry Weight

People carry things with them all the time on a daily basis. They might be physical, emotional or spiritual things. Some people could carry a traumatic past while others simply carry a bag of groceries into their house. The things one carries defines them as a person and brings out their qualities as well as their defects. Some people might think of those things as burdens while others see them as a way out of reality or as something to push them forward, something to believe in.

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 carry the basic necessities, my brown wallet, with identification to remind myself I am anything but human. I carry a pack of twenty white sticks that I call companions, as they’ve been there when others weren't. I carry a phone with no intention of contact with the outside world, only to be left to see notifications of irrational facebook games. I carry a slender body with toothpicks as arms that can’t sustain the weight of what I carry and often break off in an emotional uproar, attaching them is harder than it seems it takes the dreams and goals in life I carry to sew these tiny antennas pointed to the heavens back in sync. I carry excessive amount of hair atop my head that defines my outer

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.

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.

While reading “They say” I have decided that the ways I might balance my outside resources with my own argument, is not trying to solely focus on one part of my essay. But giving all my resources and equal and rhetorical analysis towards my argument. Striking the balance will be sort of different, but and have a distinct balance is by not to repeat yourself throughout essay, but try to refer to your resource. I have engaged with outside sources before in high school doing a documented argument as well. I don’t remember what the topic was but it was similar the documented argument I am doing now just less resources. I personally don’t remember if I was successful on it, but I’m sure I could approve on certain areas still when it comes to using

Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

Around two or three years ago my family and I had to move houses. Moving was sudden and we didn't know it was going to happen. This made moving out and into the other house a lot harder. Since we were moving so fast somethings we just decided to leave behind with the person that was still living there. We got most things with us but one thing that we did leave back in the old place was our living room tv. Since we had just moved and my family isn't rich my mom said we couldn't go get a new one for some time. This sucked because I used the tv a lot for watching show, movies, and playing games just like the rest of my family did. Having a tv wasn't something we needed at all but it was always something to do when you were bored and there was no other things to do. Another big thing was my grandma had just gotten us a new playstation 3 and now we weren't able to used it at all because there was no television. Not having a tv was bummer for me and I thought it was a huge problem when it really wasn’t.

In a literal, physical sense, I carry headphones, chap stick and my house keys with me everywhere I go. The clothes I wear, my wallet, all of my receipts that I keep for unknown reasons and my AP English homework are other things among the list. I carry the bags under my eyes, which have varying weights depending on the day. For good luck I carry a picture of my oldest brother and I at my second birthday party with me. I carry my old and dirty grey converse as well as a bright orange shirt for P.E. I carry myself, above everything else.

Moving, for many people, can be a difficult process. A lot of the time kids have to switch schools and deal with the challenge of making new friends and getting used to everything new. Since my parents divorced when I was five years old, I can remember living in many different homes. My mother would rent out a place, live there for a few months, then meet a new guy and move on. For years, I hoped to myself that my mom and dad would get back together, like Nick and Elizabeth Parker from “The Parent Trap.” I knew, however, deep down that such a thing just couldn’t happen. My four siblings and I were dragged along, forced to go with the flow and adapt as quickly as possible. Up till she married her second husband, Tony. As young as I was,

It was August 28th 2013 , I knew the next day would be the biggest day of my life. All throughout the week, all I had on my mind was the big game. When I woke up on that Friday morning chills would run through my body a bolt of electricity. Knowing I’m one day away from one of the biggest games of my life. The winner has a spot in the playoffs. I was so excited and anxious that I went for a run around my neighborhood because I was filled with so much energy. When I got back from my run I had a creamy peanut butter and nutella sandwich. The best sandwich I’ve ever conceived to this day. Next thing I had to do was take my shower and get all my stuff prepared for the big game.

I carry my backpack, and it is heavy with books. I carry these books on the lives and details of the living creatures in front of me: the ants, the bugs, the worms. I carry the memories of all that time in my life spent looking at the ground, observing these tiny lives lived mostly underneath pavement. I will never be small enough to go underneath the pavement, so I carry the duty to avoid killing the creatures that can. I carry an odd feeling of kinship with arthropods. I picked it up somewhere when I was small, maybe because I liked feeling gigantic in comparison, and I never removed it, although I have gained perspective. I carry the knowledge now that I am human. Being human means inheriting a legacy of callousness and I

The environment I was raised in shaped me as a Caring person towards others and a non carrying person on others opinion.

The first item that I carry is my faith and more specifically, the necklace that I received from my parents when I was confirmed last year. It is a silver cross that I wear almost every day. My necklace helps to remind me of my faith and all that it has taught me. Not only is faith very important in my family, but it has also allowed me to meet people that I would not have been able to meet without the church. I have built a strong group of friends through my church and by extension, my faith that I know I can go to with any problem I have. My faith has also guided me and reassured me during challenging times in my life. It is a constant in my life, which is calming given that so many things in life are not as stable or consistent as faith. I carry this necklace with me and even when I do not wear it, I carry my faith everywhere I go and in whatever I do.

During the last few months, I learned that there are compassionate individuals who support me and are always there for me. No matter how tough things get, I can always turn to those people for help. Life wasn’t always easy, but as long as those people had my back, I had fun as well. Thanks to them, I got to live, I got to laugh, and I got to learn. I found it meaningful because I need people to carry me through the storms of life. It really meant a lot to me because not a lot of people are willing to do that for other people. It would mean the same thing to other people because I would want them to have someone for them in a time of need. If they ever reach a crisis, they should have someone to support them during