The Aphorism Of My Life

aturday 1777, I had a soccer game. The games started at 12;30, as I arrived at the game, I kept getting nervous and nervous. The frogs were a really good team and this was a huge game to us. This game determined if we made it to the championship or not. I knew all of my teammates were going to give it their all and so was I. If we won, we were going to go to the web and later on that night, stay the night at amy's house. Everyone was counting on the best player, jessa. Jessa was nice and super smart. I really looked up to her. Our team had 14 girls on the team. Our team was one of the best teams, in the district. The game had started, the frogs got the ball first, we took the ball supper quick.We were up 17 points, when the other other team,

Everyone had warned me about how stressful it was, how much homework there was, but I hadn’t believed them until I got there. Eighth grade is hard. I had to face the truth. I was doing pretty swell, but then Winter Break came around, and my grades started to slip. My parents were grounding me, they were taking things away, but nothing seemed to be working. So they finally decided to tell me if I didn’t improve, they weren’t taking me on the ski trip with my whole family. That put my act together, and my grades started to improve, and new opportunities came up. I started joining clubs, and my life was pretty good once

I was done. I did it. I was all smiles as I walked back through the double doors. Several people mouthed to me, “Did you mess up? Did you do good? Did you do this? Did you do that?” All I could do was smile and nod my head yes. Later that night me and my friends ran up to the front doors of East to find out who made the team. Before I could even get out of the car I took a deep breath and hoped for the best. I slowly stepped out of the car and waited there for a moment. Two point five seconds later I was running like a cheetah towards the front door of the school. I looked crazily for my number on the sheet of paper. It was there. I couldn’t believe it. So many thoughts were going through my head. I literally couldn’t think right. Me and my friends started hugging each other. To my surprise all my friends made it, and I was so proud of them. I layed in bed that night thinking about how fortunate I was to be in such a good place. Good grades, good friends, and fun times. I couldn’t be any happier with my

“You are not good enough.” Those are five words; no child or adult ever wants to hear or tell themselves. On the other hand, life will always be filled with occasions like these where we believe life plainly just sucks; where people, including ourselves, will believe we are so worthless, insignificant, and dim-witted that we are incapable of achieving something grand. In fact, no matter how much we deny it, these are the experiences that will always stick with us and affect us in one way, big or small. Yet, the thing many of us fail to discover is that the best opportunities come from these moments where proving we are capable of something is most vital. Thus, I have gone through many obstacles in elementary school that I am proud of because it has carved the successful and fortunate person I am today in school and life.

I’ve been lucky enough to have experienced a tremendous amount of success and opportunity throughout my life. I had always performed well in school, I took advanced courses, I got into the private high school my mother went to, and because my parents owned a little Thai restaurant since I was four, I had an extracurricular that taught me people skills and offered me more work experience than any of my peers had. When I realized that I was exceeding the expectations of my parents and those around me, I became content with not reaching my full potential. It was until much later that I realized that adopting that mindset was where I went wrong. When my high school decided not to accept me into the National Honor Society during my junior year, I was devastated.

I remember vividly arriving on the first day of seventh grade not really focused on the school year, but focused on my first day as a Collegiate football player that afternoon. However my new English teacher Mr.Bradshaw, noticed that on the first day and changed my priorities very quickly. The first semester of seventh grade was tough for me, learning how to balance school and sports is a vital part of my growth as a student athlete, which I am still trying to figure out today. Seventh grade was definitely a year where I learned a lot, I learned to not eat my snack in assembly from Mr. Rider, I learned that Bubba’s barber shop gives crummy haircuts, I learned the importance of leadership, and preparation, I have learned to dream, and not make dreams my master, I have learned to think but not to make thoughts my aim. I came out of seventh grade confident in myself and in my abilities, and ready to embark on the last part of my middle school journey, eighth grade. I went into eighth grade knowing my role as a leader of the middle school and ready to embrace it. Now at the end of my eighth grade year, having learned a lot in middle

When my freshman year had begun I was nervous. It meant that school was going to be harder. It meant that when I played sports that I was going to have to be with the big kids. I started my freshman football season and I was like there’s no way I’m going to let them treat me like a little punk. They tried to and I talked back and did not do what they said and it made them not like me much. The upper classman liked to pick on the younger people and we went to a football camp. I wasn’t the freshman getting picked on until we went paintballing the next day. One of the seniors kept picking on me and I got tired of it and got mad. Well I was also like 13 or 14 years old and I got so mad I started crying and ended up quitting. I started missing football and went back. We ended up not having many players during the end of the season because of injuries so I had to start for the high school. I was so nervous but I didn’t do a bad job.

The worst year of my life was in the seventh grade. It was a time of unforgettable and painful moments which took place throughout the school year. This taught me a significant lesson. The summer before seventh grade, my parents informed me that it would be beneficial to join a sport. When I did not find one that interested me, the color guard was counseled to me; which to be honest, I resented. My mother had a strict policy that once an activity is started it must be continued throughout the entire season; for this reason, I did. My color guard instructor was one of the most bounteous woman I knew. Moreover, she was an admirable and gracious woman who cared deeply about her students. When school started, I was a self-effacing, lonesome girl,

Freshman year at Renaissance High School, I was hanging out with the wrong crowd. I was skipping class and didn’t do classwork the handful of times I was in class. Time passed and before I knew it, it was my junior year in high school and while you are supposed to have 33 credits I only had 9 credits and 1 regent exam. When I was 16, I became depressed because I was raped. Throughout the time I spent in therapy, I was considering dropping out of high school. I thought it was too late for me to catch up with the credits I was missing. I felt as if my life had spun out of control and I couldn’t take control again. I thought I wouldn’t be anything besides a Bronx girl from the ghetto who dropped out of school. One night I was talking to an old

I remember starting my freshman year and looking around at my friend group and recognizing the lack of support I had. Due to the fact that my parents didn’t trust me, I didn’t have a social life besides going to school. At the end of my freshman year, I was spiralling out of control. It felt like no one was on my side and they were all just sitting around waiting for me to fuck up. It was around the end of my freshman year that I started seeing the guidance counselor at school. His name was Mr. McKenzie and I liked him. After meeting with Mr. McKenzie

I started making new friends, such as Veronica Cadieu, and decided to give my fourth grade love another shot. Fifth grade was full of drama, and there was no time for a serious relationship so that did not last long. Before I knew it, 6th grade was approaching! At this time my best friend was Sydney Whitten and an editing app called Picnic. This was the year I really started to focus on my grades and try to decide what I wanted to be when I grew up. A friend of mine, Luke Lockart, and I shared the same career path, or so we thought, and went a little to overboard with planning our futures. We made business cards and slogans, mine was Kerstan Troyer the American Lawyer, and we even planned to live in New York together and start a business. 7th grade is a time I am not the fondest of. This is when I became boy crazy. Especially over one boy who will remain unmentioned. Also, this was the year I got to play on my first school basketball team! I loved basketball and all the best friends I made along with the

At a young age, having all four of my grandparents die was crushing. One in front of me, two by suicide and one to cancer. In the second grade when my dad went to rehab, not only eroding our relationship, but also tearing apart my family. As a result, during my third grade year, sleep was rare due to the echoing fighting that I would hear in the adjacent room. Meanwhile this lack of sleep only made school worse. Being called a “retard” because dyslexia made it a pain in the ass to read. This fearful environment slowly began to embed anxiety into my young self. Now that my family was begging to get tired of my hometown in Arizona, we packed our bags and moved to San Diego. In 6th grade is where I got into my first fist fight in the middle school locker room, where Mr. Beckley had to break us apart. Only giving me the “new kid” a bad reputation to some, but respect to others. The ones who began to give me respect, would only bring me down further than I already was. On to my later years in middle school where I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. Witch felt like a constant rain cloud over me at all times, where the weight of my bed sheets was too much to handle. Therefor causing more chaos in my family. This would give myself an almost constant knot in my throat ready to break down and cry at any part of the day. But like any story, there's light at the end of the tunnel. No matter how long it seems or how dark it gets, there is... Going into my freshman things

The Aphorism “The Beautiful Ones Are Not Yet Born,” reassured me that having a beautiful personality weighs heavily on the choices made when you see something wrong happening. For instance I once knew a girl who got verbally abused almost every day at school, and every time people made fun of her, I would just sit there watching and sometimes I would laugh at the insults thrown at her. I felt bad, and as I grew older I couldn’t help but think how much of a bad, ugly and vicious person I was for not helping. I knew it was wrong and I was totally against it, yet I allowed people to push her around while I watched silently. I guess because I didn’t want to get bullied for helping her, I kept quiet become witness. Furthermore adding to the pain

I didn’t have many friends and didn’t get along with them. 9th grade wasn’t bad, it was actually a very nice year for a lot of reasons but definitely not because I embraced myself. My friend from 8th grade as no longer my friend as 9th grade rolled around and eventually him and I got into a physical confrontation, which I proudly won, what an awful way to start that year but the closure really did make me move on. 10th grade I started going to LCTI and at that point I started to realize that rather than being someone who worked for life that I lived life. I started going to different clubs that year after school, none of them were that great but I had fun. I did my best in LCTI and did what I wanted to do. I always had my eyes on being a computer programmer. I had major success and happiness. I had stayed who I was and with a few adjustments grew in those aspects and developed some others. From my success and honesty to myself I realized how important these things were. When people ask about me I always have something to say. Chris had forced himself into the wilderness and for me this was a smaller but personally huge step. I had started hiking into the better parts of life. He had went his own path and so did I. I was leaving the swamp, killing the hydra and becoming a new

¨Hard days are the best days because that's when champions are made.¨ That was the day I learned I would not be a champion in gymnastics, but especially not on the balance beam. When I was 4 I thought I was quite the gymnast. So, I took lessons at Gym corner in Washington. Well, I saw my sister do a cartwheel on the beam, so I had to be just as good as her and do one also. So I did one of those I-am-better-than-her-and-I-am-the-best-at-everything-kind-of-struts to the beam. So I get up on that beam thinking I am Gabby Douglas, and try to do a cartwheel. I thought for sure mine would be much better than Carrigans (my sister). I was running, yet jumping and soaring upside down across the beam. consequently, I slipped and fell off, while landing on a bolt keeping the beam together. Meanwhile people around me gasping, The blood streaming down my leg. Also the tears drifting down my face. And the bitterness of tears. I have a horrendous hole in my leg and I'm crying. Meanwhile my teacher Ms. Katrina, which I absolutely did not like,nevertheless she handed me a band aid and made me keep participating. I thought I was going to die, or bleed to death. So I sprinted out of the gymnasium, and went to my mother crying, and my mom decided to take me to the hospital. My mother then asked me how I got the big gash in my leg and I told her I got pushed instead of saying that I fell off. So we went to the ER and they gave me a couple of stitches. While I was there I asked the doctor to make Ms.Katrina sick! So the next day when we went back in for my sister. Then my mom said I told her I got pushed and wanted to know who pushed me, meanwhile they watched the video and they saw me trying to do a