Team-Personal Narrative

My apprehension only seemed to grow as the time dragged on. Suddenly, I heard our school name. Adrenaline rushed through me as we ran out onto the mats with gaudy smiles on out faces. The music thundered behind us as we jumped, stunted, and danced. It felt like it was over in a heartbeat. The experience as a whole left me utterly exhausted; so much in fact that when it came time for awards, I was quite frankly too worn out to care. We had done our best and there was nothing we could do to alter our fate at that point. Still, I couldn't help but attempt to play back our performance in my head. "We were nowhere near as natural or well put together as the other teams." I muttered. As it turned out, I was correct. We placed last in our

After a challenging move from De Pere to Sturgeon Bay between my freshman and sophomore year, I can officially say that I have adapted well to my new community. In the beginning of sophomore year, one of my goals was to become as involved in my new high school as I was my old high school. I have accomplished that by becoming a part of the soccer team and joining a variety of clubs that all mean a lot to me. For example, A-Team works with other students that have learning disabilities to make social interaction a little more comfortable. In my opinion, creating a better learning environment for them not only benefits all of the students in that environment but it feels really rewarding.

The game felt like a million hours left in the last quarter of the game for b-team. We waited on the sidelines for b-team’s game to explode as, we watched. The a-team started to drink water and stretch a little for the game.

I remember my dad walking into the room with a disappointed, depressed, miserable, expression on his face when he handed me the email printed on a piece of paper. That is the moment when my heart sank because I thought that I did not make the team based on my dad’s expressions. He then handed me the piece of paper and I started to read it out loud, I was very nervous reading it because the email made it sound like I did not make the team. Although I was very disappointed I continue to read the email the email ended up saying how much my coach was appreciative honored and satisfied asked me to take part in the Montco alliance for the 2016 2017 season. I was exhilarated once I read those words, my heart was lightened to know all my hard work over the winter had paid off. Both my parents congratulating me for my extraordinary work and making the Montco Alliance team. I was certainly proud of myself for achieving my main goal that took countless hours of practice and dedication to the sport of soccer. This event had changed my life immensely by it opening new opportunities for me to succeed. This team played and plays in show case college

Other teams performed, but we all sat, motionless, as if we were statues. We all anxiously waited for the announcement of which teams made it to compete in the final round of competition. Sitting there, I wondered if we would even make it to the finals, let alone winning. Absorbed in

Every step was a step closer to the dreaded moment of performing. Entering warm ups was similar to entering a battle zone. The large room was filled with teams who all had it out for each other. The music all blended together and was so loud it seemed to increase my heart rate even more. All around the room coaches were working their teams hard and loudly criticizing every mistake. As I stepped on the practice mat with my team I noticed I wasn't the only nervous one. I was surrounded by worried faces as everyone scanned the room and realized our winning prediction may be wrong.

When the coach blew his whistle, the other girls effortlessly flew by me. By the conclusion of my fourth lap, the coach heeded no awareness of me - the ultimate person to pass the finish line. Back compressed against the wall, heaving and sore, I bemoaned even considering myself competent for tryouts and for embarrassing myself.

It’s time for the final round of competition. You’ve been working hard all year, and it’s about to pay off. Once you are on that field you perform the best you ever have. Once you get off you feel proud and accomplished. However, this year that feeling, might have not been repeated.

I had gone into this match with a high level of exhaustion and an uncertainty about whether I could succeed, but as each minute passed I felt myself become more comfortable and assertive. Although I was the most physically exhausted I’d ever been, my adrenaline started pumping, knowing I was so close to the finish.

We did some very fun things in science class. On the third day of school, we did a challenge with our table group where we had to use strings to open, close, and control a rubber band to stack the cups in a triangle shape. Only one group was successful so far. We also did a pink string project where we had two people each with a string tied around both wrists were they strings were interlocked. When it was set up, we had to find a way to get the two stings unstuck without taking them off our wrists. Even though none of us figured it out, (without the internet) it was my favorite project. The final team puzzle project was saving Sammy. Sammy the gummy worm was on top of a cup with a life saver underneath and we had to put him in the life saver

“F.E.A.R has two meanings- Forget Everything And Run or Face Everything and Rise. The choice is yours.” Last year, around October, my competitive cheer team and I, had our first competition at Jacob’s High School. Additionally, my whole family came along with me to the competition! We had been practicing since July, in fact, we were all very prepared. Although all of us were pretty nervous, yet at the same time very jumpy .

Booming voice. I walked into the mats more nervous than ever. Getting in to my correct position my gut felt hollow and I was felt sick. Waiting for the music to come on was like waiting for pot to boil, long and drawn out. "Medomak Valley Pathners, we're back for redemption...". The music had started and we were really performing. I though to myself we need to hit the first stunt and we did. Im in a positiion where I can't see the other stunt groups so when the crowd started to cheer and the roar, I new all the stunt groups it their skills. They next challenge would be jumps, they needed to be timed and clean. As I started to jump I saw everyone it and it looked so good I stated to get more excited than nervous but I knew I still had more challenges. They next thing challenge was the second stunt, this stunt we turn the direction of the stunt. We pushed as hard as we could getting her to stand and lock her leg. We hit it, I thought to myself. Now the only challenge left was the pyramid. This was the one thing that could separate us from wining and losing. If one thing went wrong the whole thing could fall apart. We pushed as hard as we could to toss, flip and throw her in the air. We hit it, and everyone new that we had it made form here on out. All that was left was the dance. The team knowing that we were almost done pushed all of our energy out into this dance. We were tight, clean, and had good facials. "Panthers!!!!" We called bellowed. That was the end, or one chance, we did it. I felt sick but that didn't stop me from hugging my hardworking teammates. We got of the mats. All that was left was to wait and find out the scores from the

Months before all the chaos of ordering costumes and preparing for the recital, the dancers all needed to take time and practice. Everyone loved dancing in the quiet little studio each week. The disadvantage was that each time you would step in, the air in the room would feel a lot like getting stabbed in the back with an ice cold knife. The air awoke the dancers and I up as if the air was an alarm that was blaring in our eardrums. As the dancer slipped on their tap shoes, I, of course, was prepared for an exciting adventure filled lesson with some of my closest friends by my side. The rush of adrenaline made my heart beat faster and faster. My stomach began doing somersaults as if I was still in acro class. My recital was only a week away and the

The blinding overhead lights flickered on as I walked in the cramped dance studio. The air in the room felt like a frigid sharp knife stabbing my body. The air awoke the dancers and I up as if the air was an alarm that kept blaring in our eardrums. As everyone slipped on their tap shoes, I, of course, was prepared for an exciting adventure filled lesson we always had in class with some of my closest friends by my side. As the lesson was coming to an end, I realized that my dance recital was only a few days away. I felt a rush of adrenaline and my heart began to beat faster and faster. My stomach began doing somersaults as if I was still in acro class. The recital was a time I could show off

Noise pounded in my ears as I made my way around bags, costumes, shoes, and people. The tiny dressing room was packed to the brim with everyone and everything competing through Encore Dance Academy. My hands were sweating from the humidity of the half-sized room and the bright lights shone down on my friends and me, coughing on the heavy scent of hairspray, mascara and sweat. My waistline itched from the red and black, sequined costume. One of my teammates stopped me and tried to gently pick strands of hair from my high ponytail out of the sequined bow perched on the crown of my head. I tried to focus on something other than the powerful taste of lipstick in my mouth and the wet, sticky feeling of someone heavily hairspraying my flyaways down. I grabbed a handful from the $5 bag of candy from the candy bar at the concessions, checked my friend’s makeup and prepared to perform.