Personal Narrative: Why Now?

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.

With just three weeks left in the NFL’s regular season, there are five teams with double digit wins all looking to secure home field advantage through the playoffs. There are also nine teams with sub .500 records that still have a shot at making the playoffs. Say what you will about the current playoff system, but the next three weeks should be thrilling and I am excited to see how it all plays out.

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.

I pull my knees closer, trying to shut out the cold, although even as I do so, I recognize the futility of the gesture. I can’t preserve heat like this, trapped in a metal husk with nothing but the clothes on my back. The unyielding sheet of steel that’s been keeping me upright for what seems to be centuries was not meant for man—merely machine.

I’d like to say good afternoon, (or whatever time of the day it is), basically I just want to explain myself a little bit; just the part why I am so nice. If you really do not care it is alright with me, just stop reading here, I completely understand if you do. To get back on topic, let’s start with one of the biggest misconceptions, the reason why I’m so nice. It is simply because it’s the way I was raised. I was told to be nice to mostly everyone, due to the fact that you don’t know what is going on in their life. The other reason is that I hate seeing others having a bad day. It’s just my personality. I’m not being nice because I think your daughter is a “catch”, I’m being nice because it’s just the way I am. Then the other side

There something very odd about today. I don’t know whether it’s to do with the heat, my bank balance, the future or working tomorrow, but there is something funny about today. It’s as if I should be still in bed or looking at the four walls in the living room waiting for gloom to appear like some genie from a bottle with heaps of bad news. Then I realize that it is Monday and for the past 5 weeks I have been working on a Monday and since that I ‘m not working today, that’s probably why today seems strange, empty and clammy.

Cause we're scared to see each other with somebody else” - Drake ‘Doing It Wrong’

Placing his hands on his knees, he takes a deep breath holds it for a count of seven the breaths to a count of five.. Repeating the routine several times until everyone knows what to do, Sly dismissed the class saying, ”We will start in the morning at nine sharp.”

Sitting on that bench wasn’t going to help make me feel better about myself. Neither was it going to place me on my dream team. Repeatedly thinking about the catastrophic event that took place within that hour made my head want to burst. I wasn’t sure how my eyes wanted to react; it was as if they were holding back my tears all the way back from my head.

When I was 22 years of age, I walked through graduation ceremonies at Saint Mary’s College in Moraga, CA. It was a proud day for my mom in addition to many of my relatives who were present because I had overcome one of the greatest hurdles in a young man’s life: A college degree. I could now get a job in the “real world” and the “real world” was now my oyster. Unfortunately, that world did not actually exist for me because I did not actually have my degree. In fact, I found out the “hard way” that not having a degree significantly inhibits your opportunities in life as well as one’s income.

she was. Once, everyone was awake and dressed at 8 o'clock we went over to the main lodge to find our friends Chris and Lynda Schatz, with their friend Tim Isbell already eating. It seems that it’s always a buffet here with the same thing as yesterday, but there was hash brown shredding's instead of squares, and I once again had cinnamon rolls, apple juice and bacon, excluding biscuits because they were just nasty. We ate our breakfast and chit chatted, but while we were doing that the weather turned nasty, and the wind was howling much more than it had yesterday.

As I walked into the gym my heart was pounding out of my chest. Yes, I’ve played volleyball before, but not in two-whole-years. Everyone was already better than me when I played before. Now not playing for two years, they’ve only gotten better and I just got worse. Let’s be real I can’t even jump and touch over the net.All the other girls played club, I only ever dreamed of being good enough to make a good club team. I had a difficult decision to make, try and fail or not try at all.

People take many things for granted that they will never even realize. Like kids take for granted how their life is while they are young and assume it will always be that way, or how people thing they will always live in the same house and then are not prepared to move. Never take what you have for granted is something you always tell yourself, but most of the time other things are on your mind over thinking about what you have while you have it. I was one of those people that didn’t realize what they had till it was gone.