Personal Narrative: When I Won T Have Kids

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.

I waited for her for 10 minutes so I started to get nerves because I thought she forgot about me so I started to blow her phone up. Then some random voice I did not recognize answered the phone and the stated, “Hello, Are you Gabrielle Burton?” I replied, “Yes. Who am I speaking to?”

I asks is that's what she wanted to do, however, she sounds very confuses so I suggested to her to call us back if needed.

“One day you’ll find your voice”, my mom would always tell me. I was never very sure that I would when I was younger. I was shy, insecure and feared confrontation, but everything started to change in December of 2012.

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

14 years of age and still growing. I would say that I’ve experienced being adult, but I’ve got 4 more years for that. What I have experienced is my coming of age,and transforming over my years of life. Typically, being the outgoing person I am today, you would think I’m an interesting person, doing a lot of fun things. I’m actually not though. Besides the fact that I’m a troublemaker and a person that doesn’t really make a lot of friends now that I am older. My only close friends are from when I was younger. I find it harder for me to make more friends now that I am in Highschool. I also find it easier for me to work better, harder, and more efficient on any of my school work. That’s just about me now. I’ll tell you how I succeeded on who I am today, and the obstacles it took me to get here.

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.

Ba-Dum, Ba Dum, Ba-Dum, I can hear my heart beating rapidly. I feel as if everything surrounding me is moving in slow motion. I look around and I can see a full house of adoring fans screaming at the top of their lungs. “C'mon EC! Don’t give up now!” I look up at the bright scoreboard and it read 17-25. All I can think about is it's halftime and we are down. How could we be down? I look up at my coach with a deep fear in my eyes. He notices it and says “It's only 8 points Sam, don’t be discouraged”, but I was already there.

On May 19th, 2012 my whole life was turned around. See, my mom had a drug and alcohol problem, so her state of mind wasn’t really in a good place. As I reached my grandmother’s house in Brooklyn, New York, her telephone started to ring. On the other end, was the sound of a woman crying, the type of cry where you can’t get your words out and no one can understand what you are saying. It was the cry of my mother. I couldn’t really make out any of the words she was saying but I clearly heard the part about my brothers being taken away from her by ACS. Now, remember the date I told you in the beginning? Yeah, they day all this happened was on my birthday. This event made me grow and change my whole life around in so many ways.

I remember when I decided to exclusively pump for my son. I had struggled with nursing him in the three weeks since he’d been born, and we’d been going to the doctor every few days for a weight check, because he still wasn’t back up to his birth weight.

I've been fairly busy as of late. Notably, yesterday was a pretty interesting day. I'm not exactly feeling well, think I'm coming down with something. How often is it that a Jedi contracts a cold? Just not feeling as spry, I think. My stomach is churning as I type, something is missing, think I might have to take a reprieve sooner rather than later. Maybe I'll be gone for a cycle, maybe I'll be gone for a year. I don't know. I just know that I need to focus on other things. That's not the point of this entry, however.

Back then , I am deficient in both negative and positive freedom. My parents impose my schedule and the rules I must live by. My possible choices are constrained, and my beliefs and goals usually comes from my parents. I also lack self-mastery. I have poor impulse-control and afraid of a good many things.

I hop out of the shower, wrap myself in my towel and quickly walk to my room to get dressed, not realizing how long I took in the shower. I pull my shirt over my head when I hear the sound of her convertible mustang pull into my driveway and the tires screeching to a stop. I looked out of my bedroom window to see my driveway and I saw that she did not want to come in so I walked downstairs and out the front door to meet her in her car. I reach for the car door, *Chirp*, she unlocked the car door and I got in. When I entered the car I turned to face her, she did not seem as sad as she had on the phone.

When I was in kindergarden I did many things that I regret including, giving a stuffed dog a shower, drawing on my furniture, and chewing on the sleeves of all of my shirts. However, one thing that I regret doing most is lying to my mom to get out of homework. Because of this, I believe that no matter how small or large a lie, it will come with a consequence.

I really enjoyed this experience and learned a lot about how I grew up. I was born two months premature and the doctors did not and still do not know what caused me to be premature. My older sister was also born two months premature as well and my mom had a lot harder of a time with my sister and had a lot more complications with my sister than she did with me but I guess I had complications as well, clearly being born two months early is a complication in itself. I was born at 4 pounds and 4 ounces. This pretty small if you ask me. Although I was born premature after I was born at Mayo Clinic in Rochester Minnesota I did pretty dang fine. My mom was in the hospital for ~~~~~~ days after I was born for the doctors to watch me and her and make