Personal Narrative: This Is Hard For Good

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.

“You don't fight racism with racism, the best way to fight racism is with solidarity.” --Bobby Seale. This is how America works, we are a very ethnically diverse community that must live in harmony in what can be described as the melting pot, in which we adopt each other's values and evolve as one nation. We must tolerate, cooperate and respect each other’s beliefs and ideals. As Albert Schweitzer said; “The first step in the evolution of ethics is a sense of solidarity with other human beings.” --Albert

My tough decision was to choose only one sport to play to either baseball or play soccer. I was not that good at soccer, but I was better at baseball. The rest of my family played baseball or softball. My options were to to either stick with playing baseball or soccer. The consequence was to play soccer and not be as good as I was in baseball. The final process was to make a decision on what sport I should primary play. The decision I decided to play or stick with was baseball.

What has become clear is that I have no idea what he experienced, what he witnessed, what his training entailed, how many friends, neighbors and family members never returned home. He currently lives in a Veterans assisted living facility, where he is reminded daily of that time in his life. Moreover, the wounds and scars never healed and while the racism isn’t condonable, I have a broader understanding of where it comes from.

I will show how to do it individually, in a group, and as a nation. You are about to see the facts of racism,bullying,kristallnacht,Holocaust,and more. In my opinion this is a worldwide problem that is very real and needs to be stopped.

Bare with me for another blog post about volleyball. This weekend was the Badger Region Volleyball Tournament, which my team participated in. When I walked into the building, the memories flooded in with scenes from the elevator adventures, cheese fries, and design your own sweatshirts. The first day, my team didn't play up our full potential, with my team only winning one out of three matches; which meant that we didn't place in any of the brackets, meaning zero chance of receiving a medal. However, at the end of the second match, I got switched from being middle all-around to libero ( a position where you only play back row on offense and defense). I guess it's an honor, but it puts a lot of pressure on me by labeling me as the best passer

On a three-one pitch to lead off the third inning I received a fastball right down the middle of the plate. After making solid contact with my bat, the ball turned right back around heading for the left field fence and cleared it by twenty feet. This resulted in my first home run of the season and possibly the farthest ball I ever hit. Although I enjoy many other hobbies, baseball outshines them all.

When my mother asked me to read a book a few months ago, I was hesitant to agree. A stressful school year was approaching, and seeing my friends on a Saturday night seemed much more appealing. When I was younger, curling up with a good book was a typical pastime. Then came high school, and reading was replaced with countless hours of studying, cheer practice, and trying to figure out when I could catch up on some much needed rest.

Sorry in advance if this is be too much information for some. . . .

But the rest of the world doesn’t seem to understand either. Everywhere I go it seems as though someone has focussed the brightest spotlight onto my every movement, highlighting every fear and insecurity. Everything about me has changed except my physical appearance. My beliefs. My values. My virtues. My dreams. Yet how can it not be as painfully obvious to everyone as it is to me? How can they possibly not see how drastically I’ve changed? That I’m desperately trying to make sense of a confusing world that I thought I had figured out? But they don’t see that. To them I’m no more than an identical replica to any other football jock. That I’m too wound up in nothing but my own selfish life to be able to maintain a conversation, that I bluffed my way through high school and now struggle to form a sentence. That I’m an exact match to the stereotype despised by so many. But all I want is one person. One person to prove to me that

As for Alena, she is a lost cause in my book, devoid of compassion or empathy, text book borderline- narcissistic personality disorder and sociopath all the way.

That response was not working. I was not able to change their views and the feeling of not being accepted haunted me. The lack of recognition was always on my mind. Why could I not make them accept me? My hate created a separation and kept me from seeing their

I always feel myself falling back, back into what I'm trying so hard to crawl out of.

It is not in our nature to be born of hate or discrimination, that is a learned behavior from other before them. Others that are supposed to be a role model. I will not back down, I will fight this with love and support and I will help others. Our kids will learn to respect and understand others, and others will learn and respect their ways.

I often wonder why I am not the kind of person who discriminates someone based on things that they cannot help. It shouldn’t seem odd for someone to be understanding, but it is a