Personal Narrative: Hi Journey

Do you know how to help a girl overcome her shyness and build confidence? Suggest she tries out for a travel team of her sport of choice that she excels at while doing. This is what helped me when I became a player many travel softball teams I have became a part of; becoming a member of the teams made tremendous impacts on my life.

Today, my family and I went to Kings Island and we made it through the exhausting car ride..We walked into the park and we were started looking for somewhere for a roller coaster to ride like the small ,medium, big, and huge I wanted to go on a medium kind roller coaster. We roamed around a little going around checking all of the places to eat, little games to play, and the huge rides they have. I said to my dad “ There's a lot of places to eat here.” he and said “I wonder why it’s always packed too.” I tried to figure out why but I just forgot about it and we went looking around some more until we find the perfect ride

I don’t recall having a hard time learning how to read. It was one of those things that just came easily to me for some reason. For the most part I enjoyed reading as well. The only time I didn’t enjoy reading was when I didn’t understand a certain word or a certain phrase. One of the strongest memories I have from learning to read was when I was unable to pronounce the word “the”.

Every single day, society tries to define my cultural identity. I struggle trying to set myself apart from the norm but, being a modern American teenage girl, I find myself being influenced by what is considered “cool.” It attempts to make me the “perfect” version of myself. But I am not what society wants me to be.

Albert Einstein once said, “Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” Although I was not born with the best bike, I have learned to pedal through all the hardships—and that has made all the differences.

I used to be so oblivious. I would attend school every day and criticize my surroundings, little did I know how much I actually had. Come junior year, I observed a flyer for a club called S.A.L.T. (Student-Athlete Leadership Team), it seemed interesting to me so I decided to fill out an application. During our first meeting at 6:45 in the morning, Coach Jones, the head of the club, explained, “I did not cut anyone since you will cut yourself, you will give up and you will not want to put the work in, so you will stop coming. As a result, I will know who our leaders are”. That proclamation was something that genuinely made me think.

As Stephen Nachmanovitch said, “The harder we press on a violin string, the less we can feel it. The louder we play, the less we hear….If I “try” to play, I fail; if I race, I trip. The only road to strength is vulnerability.”

Before 2015 a past too abhorrent and a future too intangible cloaked my mind in a way I was rendered unable to pull outside of. Add the intractable disease I was both genetically and environmentally doomed for ─ depression ─ and I was an oh-so joyful culmination of veritable discrepancies. People knew me adverse of how I knew myself: In the midst of my academic accomplishments, I alone recognized my exasperating position in second place. I alone recognized too many nights spent pleasure reading or gaming when I should have been doing homework, and I alone understood what I managed to pass off as good leadership was really blind instinct.

I was raised with Christian values in mind, and attended a Methodist school. I was raised in the Christian faith yet I find myself, as with some of my friends who were raised in the same conditions, we seem to be growing farther away from our upbringing as we age. I find myself simply not understanding as time goes by, a complete polar opposite from the song ‘Farther Along’. One of my hopes in attending PBA is to try and find answers and a reason to try and reconnect myself. I believe PBA, from what I’ve read, has a very friendly understanding environment. One where you sit down and go into depths about faith, instead of blindly following it because it was your parent’s

“Set,” Bang! The gun goes off and I quickly shoot ahead of the rest of the field. My strides long and quick as I sprint for the track. I can’t hear anyone behind me, I must be a good 10 meters in front of everyone else. I run around the track and continue to sprint across the field back to the crowd of parents, friends, and girls soccer players who were forced to attend this last cross country meet of the season. As I continue to approach the group, my mind and body turn numb, Everyone is cheering for me, and I realize that I’ll never experience this again. I’m practically floating through the course, still no other runners are near me. That was the way it would stay, all the way through the 3.1 miles as I crossed the finish line in first place, capturing my team’s second league championship and undefeated season.

It was the year of 1918 and the Great War was ending. My brother was coming home from the war and I was allowed to quit working at the factories. When my brother got home he ran to the house and began telling stories of the war. We later ate dinner and he went off to bed. Mother and I heard someone talking near his bedroom so we entered his room and he was having nightmares about the war. Mother was perplexed and did not know what to do.

It was a cold November morning in the valley of Cowan, when I fired my first shot. It was a smooth and clean feeling after I pulled the trigger. I than saw the deer hunker as the slug hit its side, and it began to run away from us. Dad, knowing I had made a good shot, still decided to jump out of the blind window to end the animals suffering. Unfortunately, when his foot caught, it was all over from then. Once, I was inside the blind and the next I was in the cold crisp air. I then saw Dad on the ground cursing himself for jumping through the window.

Today is the big day. The cross country meet. It’s finally wrap up and i heard the all call for all the Cross Country kids to go and get ready. Me and couple of other kids get out of our seats and leave the classroom. We quickly get ready and head for the buses.

My philosophy of leadership is simple: Leadership is not about elevation to power, it’s about submission to duty. My duty is to do that which God has designed and intended me to do while I journey this earth. Every leadership role I pursue, which are becoming many, biblical teachings are integrated and are more often than not well received. Leadership is leading by example with honesty, integrity and clarity. I want to leave a legacy of a world that is changed for the better for my children and grandchildren. I believe forgiveness can change the world. “As Canadians, we share a responsibility to look after each other and acknowledge the pain and suffering that our diverse

After reviewing my Future Me letter, it was encouraging to see how much I grew in general. From my work in essays and responses and how I felt mentally from where I was when I wrote this letter. I have felt a growth in these past few months. I came into the semester unsure of my critical thinking and unable to get deeper into the subject feeling like I hit a wall with my chisel that is dull and unable to chip away the wall. After the feedback from Cynthia for my responses and essays, I have more confidence in skills as I convinced myself that I was a better storyteller than an essay writer. I may still believe that, but I don’t believe I am as bad as I thought I was with my essay writing and that I am capable to write a good essay. I have been