Synthesis Essay-Personal Narrative

So, I got lost in the middle of Silverwood in Idaho with my little cousin…

I had always assumed that my legs were strong and that I had decent muscle control, however, this thought was proven wrong at the beginning of my junior year in high school due to a detrimental injury. It was the first game of fall league for basketball, and within the first five minutes I had succumbed to an injury. Tearing my ACL and Meniscus has taught me to continue improving on my strength, not let this one injury keep me down, and to keep a positive mindset.

“What are we going to do! What about my graduation?” Linz repeats frantically over and over, as the daunting reality slowly sat in.

Cameron Academy, the place where it all started for me. The first ever school that I had gone to. It was the place where I learned to fear anyone older and bigger than you because the teenagers there were not above fighting kindergarteners. Where I learned that the safest place to be after school was the office because the fights between the police and the students that took place outside on the front steps of the school were too brutal for me to witness; at least that's what my mom told me. That school was the place where I learned to be ashamed of any art that I may produce, to always keep it to myself, lest I be laughed at by the teachers. Cameron Academy is where I learned that “bad” kindergarteners who were in Ms. Valorie’s class got beat up.

I got out of there and went back to my base S.T.A.R. Labs. I had a broken arm and I had rapid healing abilities along with my super speed, so it should be only a couple hours till I heal. A year ago a worm hole opened to a place called Earth 2, that's were Zip comes from, and somehow he found out about me. Ever since he's been trying to kill me, but I don't know why. I needed to get faster if I wanted to beat Zip and I knew just the person to help me… my friend Hunter. I went to his house to ask him for help and he told me he had something to give my speed a kickstart. It was called the Tachyon Device. Two years ago a thing

One morning someone took a video of me using my super powers to save a woman from a burning building. 2 days later Commander Ramos and five of his men arrived In my house to ask me to go with them to a secure base, Since I

I slowly cut the heart out of the folded paper and held it up to the light. The edges were jagged and uneven; I tossed it in my growing pile of scrap paper. My hands were stained with marker and my hair was covered in glitter. It was bedtime and I was not even halfway done with the valentines for my third-grade class. I wanted my cards to look great- better than store-bought. I was so frustrated that tears welled in my eyes. The next morning, defeated, I went to CVS with my mom to buy cards. Everyone liked the Kit-Kat bars taped to the backs.

I grew up in a family that grew up in Agoura Hills, my mom, two uncles, aunt, and brother all went to Agoura High School and my grandpa is really involved in the community with the high school football team, AYSO, and pony league baseball. My brother is two grades above me and I had all of his teachers throughout elementary and middle school, even now i have some of his old art teachers. I was constantly referred to as his little sister and i really struggled with identity issues because of that. As much as I love art I couldn't really enjoy it because I felt pressured into it and I knew i would never be as good as my brother, as one of his ceramics teachers put it, “he is one of the top 1% of artists to come through this school.” I was so tired of always just being someone's daughter or niece or granddaughter and sister. I wanted to establish a place for me and be myself and sports medicine ended up being the answer to that.

I have learned a lot in just 16 short weeks. I have learned how to organize my thoughts on paper, even when I have a fear of a writing assignment. I learned about pre-writing, outlining, rough draft, and finals. In each of these steps, I have learned to depend on each of them. They also help me find out what I need to do next. I always try to reflect on what I have written, even if it may be terrible. I use every bit of information I have to make sure I keep my thoughts in order. My strengths have increased as a writer. I love to write, and I know what to write about when given a topic. I feel strongly capable of writing more assignments, and essays in the future, especially in my Composition 2 class next semester. Having 2 English classes this semester really helped me with being able to

Most people’s first thought when they find out they’re being strangled is probably something along the lines of “Oh no! I’m being strangled! Help! Ahh!” or something like that. Mine, of course, was “Aww crap, not again.” I was fairly used to people attempting to strangle me by now, which might have to do with the fact that most people at Shield don’t like my awesome puns as much as I do. However, most of them used their hands to do it, not super powers. That was new. Unfortunately that also meant that I couldn’t use my super awesome katanas to get out of my current situation. I designed them myself, but I was still making modifications. They were way cooler than normal katanas because after reading a certain book series(it’s called H.I.V.E.) I made a few changes to the original design. I could now make them as sharp or dull as I wanted, to a certain degree.

The spiraling leather football was flying at me, the crowd frozen with fear. My feet left the hard, cold ground and my hand reached up. I felt like a bull had just charged into my stomach as someone threw themselves into me, I started falling to the ground. I looked to the left while falling and made eye contact with me dad, he nodded and I looked back up with excitement flooding my body. I shot my left hand up and felt the soft leather ball rest in my hand, I grasped it with all my might and felt the grass against my feet as I landed hard against the ground and started running to the end zone. I was running so fast my feet were on fire. I dove right onto the colored grass. The silence broke with my team barbarically yelling. I looked around as my team lifted cheerfully me off my feet, my family was looking right at me, I was on my way to the NFL, my dream. WE had won the high school championships. The crowd joyfully chanting my name "Alex! Alex! Alex!"

Were moving!My family and I were on the way to our new house.We were only about thirty minutes from the place,I could not wait.

Once upon a time in the lush green valley of California lived a boy named Erik, who desired only to be a great basketball player. He trained everyday to become a distinguished athlete and achieve his dreams of competing among the best of the best. There was one thing that always got in his way, his height. He was only 5’5 compared to the 6 foot tall kids on the high school teams. He struggled to grab rebounds and usually had to play defense on guys that were way taller than he was. Sometimes he was picked last because of this. With the high school championships on the way he could finally prove he didn't need height to be a awesome player Erik turned to the only person he knew he could trust, his coach. Coach Falls had always

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