Personal Narrative: What Exites Me Most About Genius Hour

Coach Shapiro raises his monogrammed aluminum whistle and it is the most unholy sight I have ever laid my eyes on. I allow myself to exhale. I attempt taking in the air of the room when I inhale. Instead, I am greeted with the sweet ripe smell of ‘determination’. Determination is Coach’s word for sweat, as in Ya ain’t had enough ‘til ya got determination all over your body or Practice ain’t over ‘til ya are able to fill a glass with your determination. My pores are boundless and eager. My anxiety starts to show itself through the determination that leaks off of me like a faucet.

I always say to my family, “One day we will cross la frontera!” Living in Guadalajara, Mexico was not for the faint of heart. My family didn’t have much money and it was hard watching them sleeping on dirt floors. Mama, Roberto, and Francisco deserved better that what they had. I always imagined us crossing over to the beautiful United States. I knew one day we would cross that border so my family could have a better life.

Aged just 9 years old, I encountered something that would go on to shape me into the person that I have become today, however minimal of an accomplishment that may be. The Gifted program tested and accepted me into their ranks.

In Oklahoma, where there are bloody rumbles and serious crimes made here in this big city, but there is a tiny sixteen year old boy living in the middle of it all, and that was me, Johnny. The Greaser was like a second home for each other. They were rough, old fashion, and have been In rumbles where breaking your arm wasn’t a serious injury, but they help another out. I, in the other hand, was not like them. They say that heroes need a dark past in order to be stronger in the comics I read, but that didn’t happen to me. I was abused by my own parents and I got jumped by those rich Socs. They left scars and pain for me, I felt like I’ve gotten weaker after this, not stronger.

I narrowed my options down to three schools, the UCLA Bruins, the Purdue Boilermakers, and the San Diego State Aztecs. I wanted to follow in Luc Mbah a Moute’s footsteps and go to UCLA like he did, but then I would have to redshirt a year. Basically it means that I’d have to sit out a year so that I could develop physically and would have an extra year of college sports. I didn’t want to do that though. I was already big enough for the forward position, and I wanted to compete now. So even though they were my first option I had to rule them off my list. I wanted to go to Purdue next, they had a solid program and had Matt Painter as their coach. I was going to go there until I found out Cameron Reddish had committed there. He plays the same position as me, and was a five star recruit coming out of high school so there wasn’t any way I was going to start over him. That left me San Diego State. They hadn’t made a good run

On my way to my high school graduation at Eastern Randolph High School, I had a mixture of emotions, but then I remembered that I had forgotten the most important item for the day, like forgetting to study for a test that counts fifty percent of a grade. My graduation cap and tassel were left in the bag that I bought them in. I called my mom immediately, hoping she could still bring them to me on time. She would not pick up the phone. I had to let someone know I had a major problem. Thankfully, there were extra caps and tassels but in exchange of borrowing one, I had to leave my phone which made me experience the same feeling I have when I have to leave my little brother with his babysitter and see him cry.

The brain-dead seldom seem like they’re dead. The rise and fall of their chests is so convincing, the ventilator seems like an ornament rather than the single source of oxygen that keeps their hearts beating. Their skin is warm to the touch, and condensation clings to the inside of the catheter from the fresh streams of body-temperature urine. Despite how peaceful they look, their bodies are undergoing progressive autolysis, utter and massive self-destruction. Without the helm of consciousness, my father and all of the patients in his section of the intensive care unit seemed adrift in a tiny boat on a wild, infinite sea – yet unconcerned about finding their way back to

Last week I finished my hour of code but It was probably more than an hour of code because i spent like 6 classes on it so yeah more than an hour. What I learned about code that sometimes it can be very easy but in case it started off easy but when I started getting farther into code it made it harder for me but I got through it. I was successful into the point where i wanted to stop i even went farther than that because I finished all of the minecraft exercise then I moved onto these flappy bird exercise witch where to easy for me Then i moved onto this thing where you coded this little person to move around and draw shapes on paper that got really hard i did not even finish that because i ran out of time to work with it more. I did not enjoy

The unrelenting struggle to climb the summit of my darkened soul yields a somnambulatory existence. Reality’s crushing gravity renders me a lifeless zombie trapped in the circuitous game of functioning. How do I go on when my body reeks of failure and pain?

Over the two-day period I was busy. I had gone back home over the weekend to see my family. I left Saturday morning and came back Sunday evening. I had a relaxing day on Saturday but did my work Sunday. I started off with doing my English paper and then I had to help my dad move cars from one spot to his shop. The whole day until six I was working on my English paper. I had written a rough draft but on Sunday I wanted to make it even better so I re-did it. When I came back to my dorm I organized and cleaned my room. I wanted it to look clean so I can work in there and so it can look nice for the week. After that I did some of my other homework and then did the English paper again. Neat two o’clock in the morning I planned everything out for

A little girl was on her way home and decided to pick a flower for her mom, so she went over to a big patch of flowers that varied in size, color and smell and picked her favorite one. This was a very special flower, so the little girl carried it with pride as she continued her walk home. A robust gust of wind came and lifted the flower right out of her hand. The flower drifted into another nearby patch of flowers, and she lost sight of it. This flower then sat in a strange place with no one familiar in sight and had to begin a new life.

If you have ever involved yourself with video production companies you are aware that they can be frustrating. When I say frustration, the point I’m trying to emphasize on is that there are several to choose from, which makes it difficult and annoying finding the right one. The finality of the experience will literally create insanity or drinking excessively.

It was a late summer night, when Hanna and I became bored of lounging around and watching T.V. “Boredom: The desire for desires” (Tolstoy). We decided to text a couple boys, Cole and Daniel, and have them come over to hang out. At the time, we thought this was a wonderful idea; however, it was much later than we were aloud to hang out with anyone, let alone boys. Cole and Daniel decided to still come over. Now, our problem was, how to sneak out of Hanna’s house. Making our decision once the boys arrived, we decided to crawl through the narrow window in the basement. Sneaking out the window was tougher than we expected. Once out the window with the top half of our bodies, we had to plunge our hands in the mushy mud and drag the bottom half of

I loved the musical and that means a lot coming from me because I do not like musicals but the singing, dancing, and the storyline was just lovely. The lighting was on point it fit every scene I loved the lighting scene when they went dancing how it was flashing random colors. The Spanish was on point they did really well speaking it. Spanish is one of the hardest languages to learn but the cast did really good speaking it. The set oh my gosh was so awesome I couldn't believe it was a set, it looked so real. the dancing went on the play, it stuck I loved it you can really tell the cast practice a lot on the dancing because that type of dancing is a little hard to teach if never danced to that type. The singing was just wonderful I loved

She wasn't hideous, quite the opposite in fact! Why, her friends would ask “are you single” as they chided her for not giving a guy a chance, and they weren’t wrong. Being a 26-year-old virgin is almost unheard of, moreover, it’s akin to having a mental disorder or belonging to a fanatical religion. Not that she chose to be in that position, mind you, but becoming close had a price. How could she tell Them, to love her, equaled death?