Blew Me Narrative

One day my softball team and I were on the way to a game. We were having fun laughing, having a great time. We were pumped, it was our first game and we had practiced till our bodies ached. The bus driver took a turn and we were wondering is this the right way. So, we asked Coach Michael to check his GPS. He did, it turned out we weren’t even on a road.

I decided to choose Get out for my narrative analysis piece. I think this mystery/thriller was a phenomenal film, but it got even better when I started breaking down the film and comparing it to film theory that we have learned so far from class. What I was looking at specifically when watching this movie was what the primary structural components of this film 's first act was, and how does this act engage the Audience 's attention and prepare them for what follows? This is a interestingly long topic that will involve looking at the films opening image, the first act, and its transition to the second act.

The time I almost got cut from the basketball team.the first day of tryouts I didn’t come because I didn’t have my physical at the time.but when I got it I was there and lots of people were and only fifteen could qualify. On the first day all we had to do was shoot and show our form. But we did do something a little fun you had to get a partner and perform some moves on him. So the coach said “go” me and my partner which was Robert. Raced down the basketball court. As soon as we reached the basketball goal. I did a really quick move called the hop step. With a reverse layup at the end.After that I looked at the coaches and they looked down at their papers and called me over. One of the coaches asked how good am i with my left hand. I answered

A quick turn on a soccer field led me to the worst experience in my life. A while back in my sophomore year I tore my ACL while I was practicing for my first soccer game of the school year. I made a quick turn without positioning my feet correctly on the ground. I thought that I broke my knee, but I never knew that after that day I would have experienced the worst day a month after on February 15th. The day I had knee surgery.

During my high school year, I had joined the color guard team. Trying out for and being on the team had taught me a lot about myself and what I expect from myself. I had tried out for the team twice.

With the herbaceous smell of freshly cut grass and the salty taste of sunflower seeds, a baseball field strikes me as a place where I feel perfectly content. The wonderful home of the sport I have loved as long as I can remember brings a sense of calmness. Baseball fields remind me of great memories, give me a strong sense of confidence, and cause me to strive for a greater future.

I have been playing soccer since before I could even walk. In fact, I joined my first soccer team at the age of five. Soccer is something I have always loved and been passionate about. When I was on the co-ed recreation league teams I was one of the only girls on my team, so I had to compete with boys who doubted me and thought I was weak. I worked hard during practice and out of practice to become better and, eventually, I became more aggressive than them. My eighth-grade year, I tried out for the school’s co-ed soccer team and was confident that I would make the team. During the three hard days of try-outs, I pushed myself to improve each day and received several compliments from the coaches. On the last day, the head coach pulled me aside to tell me

At three years old, I fell in love, and it's a love affair that has continued to this day. All I remember is wanting to hit with my dad every second of every day. Now if you go ask him, he will probably take credit for how good I've become as a player. But that's another story on its own. Baseball has had my heart ever since my little hands were big enough to pick up a bat. Recently, I experienced the most important moment in my baseball career to date on one sunny weekend at a baseball field in Cartersville, just northwest of Atlanta.

My barrier was breaking my finger. I played softball for Troy Patterson. I had been practicing with them for about 1 week. We had a tournament that weekend and i was playing first base. We were warming up and the girl on third base threw it to me. I missed judged it and it hit my finger. I called timeout and coach came out there to see what was wrong. I told him what had happened and I told him i would be ok and kept playing. I was the only first base they had so i had to or we had to forfeit. In the second game I was the only base hit and i still got hits in the other games. Jackie Still tried his hardest in everything he did even though it was hard. We came in second over all that day. When i could i still went and watched their games and

It took me 32 years to realize pleasing everyone is impossible. I am a recovering people pleaser. When I try to please everyone, I end up pleasing no one. On my road to recovery, I realize I have a choice to say no. The first no to anyone is always the hardest. I must remember that I am saying no for a good reason. I get time to myself and for the people I really want to help. Being selfish is not being rude, it is putting my happiness first. Establishing that my happiness comes first is the best thing I can do for myself and my family.

Introduction and Background info (birthplace, birthdate, any relevant childhood info, relevant relationship info, etc.): I was born in voss, Norway. I came into this world on the 4th of March in 1888. I emigrated to Chicago at 5 years old with my parents smith and Martha Rockne

I come from a small town with, to put it bluntly, a bunch of hillbillies who seem to think they’re completely invincible. This is to say that reckless driving and car wrecks are something I’m well acquainted with. In Ohio, minors cannot use cell phones while driving at all, while adults are only banned from texting. I disagree with this law. Distracted driving affects all age groups, and no matter how experienced you are, looking at your phone while driving puts everyone in danger. Also, many teenagers have little to no sense of mortality, leading them to make impulsive decisions. People are too flawed to trust with something that causes so many deaths every day, but until we come up with a better solution, there are a few laws that could help keep everyone a bit safer.

In today 's sports obsessed world a lot of kids get put into a nerve racking situation of making or missing that game winning basket or touchdown or run or goal. Well on one hot July night, that kid was me.

It was the beginning of the year and I was transitioning from a big-bad eighth grader, into an insecure and quiet freshman. I had been playing soccer for the past few years, so I tried out for the high school team. I got on the JV1 team, and I was ready to play hard to prove myself. It was about our third game of the season, and I had just gotten in the game. I was running down the sideline next to a girl from the opposing team. Still being right next to the girl, she got to the ball first and used her body force to knock me down to the ground. As I was in the air, falling from being pushed, I heard three loud pops come from my knee. I