Personal Narrative: The Journey Back To High School

Do you ever stop and think about what the other person is feeling after an argument or when you tell them something life changing? My parents definitely didn't know what was going on in my mind. I was shocked when I heard my parents say that we were moving from Michigan; my home town, the state I was raised in and have great memories from to California, a strange and unknown place populated with strange people. I felt as if my little world had turned upside down and I would be the one to deal with it. The people responsible for this move would be my parents and my older brother. My brother, Ben wanted to finish his college in California because his preferred major was taught there. My parents had filled out the required paperwork for me

It was 10.30pm when all of us got together as one to start the jouney from the fort bus stand. We were excited when the bus started moving and couldn't wait to reach the destination. It was all misty on the way and all we knew is that we are going to have a great time. The bus driver didn't stop exactly where we wanted to get down.

Failure for Moorestown girls lacrosse is not an option. This powerhouse lacrosse program had a winning streak of eighty-eight consecutive games. My sophomore year the program experienced their first loss in what seemed like forever. Continuously, the timer on the scoreboard got closer to triple zeros, everyone’s hearts went into their throats anticipating the end. The opposing team was up by one and were stalling the ball. Possession was the one thing on everyone’s mind. Time was evaporating, the other team and their fans started to get optimistic. The buzzer announced the end of the competition and the roar from our opponents deafened cries from our team and our fans. We had lost the first game for our program in fourteen years.

It was the spring of 7th grade, and a young and naive Jackson Lampley was training to become a Tennessee Future Star. The Tennessee Future Stars is an all star football team for 7th graders, and there is also one for 8th graders. After trying out for the seventh grade team in the 6th grade, and not making it. 13 year old Jackson Lampley was determined to make the 7th grade team. I was so determined like Rocky Balboa in Rocky VI (the best movie of the series), you could 've probably made a pretty epic training montage for me. I started running up and down the massive hill that I have for a backyard, and I also bought a rope agility ladder to improve my footwork. I would do about 100 push ups and sit ups a night, and yes at the time I thought

“Tell me all about it.” I gripped the phone so hard my hand hurt. “Tell me everything about Prague.”

Last year I played basketball for the Bath team and Red Cedar team. In my last game I had 24 points, over 10 rebounds, and 5 blocks. After the game the opposing coach came up to me and asked if I wanted to join an AAU team and at the time I didn’t know what that was. He gave me his number and I learned that AAU was a league for really good basketball players.

“It is only a game” is a common saying I have heard several times in my life. However, it does not explain the crazy actions and immense passion I experience on the PIT floor for basketball games. These feelings reached a pinnacle point during my freshman year basketball game against our arch-rivals, the Bettendorf Bulldogs.

December 3 2015 was the Newton Railers seventh grade basketball team second away game. I was waiting all day for the basketball game it seemed like the day was endless. Finally 2:50 came up on the clock to let me know it was time to leave class and get ready to get on the bus. I got all my gear and got on the bus.

Bakersfield California. Home to the most talented high school pitcher in almost a decade. James Fuller is the nation 's top prospect and likely to be the number one overall pick in the draft. He is on one of the top teams in the state and in his first game he is pitching a gem. 6 ⅔ of innings in, he gets the sign, sets up, fires the pitch, strike three. But immediately after he fired the pitch his shoulder and mid arm flares with pain, and he knows it’s bad.

Breath was rushing out the kid who wore a Gray and blue uniform, the boy 's hair was black and poked straight up in twisted curls, he had brown eyes that looked like dirt, he was strong and athletic, his name was D’haquille Jones, and I was DhaQuille Jones, staring down at the newly glazed floorboards of John Pickett high school gym. The ref blew the whistle signaling that our time out was over, and all we had was thirteen precious seconds to beat the Valencia high. I jogged onto the court, adrenaline rushing through my body. The ref tossed the ball towards Chris, once he had found the open man he lobbed it over the oncoming defender. Calling for the ball I sprinted around my defender to get open. I Felt the sticky grip of the ball in my hand thinking of it as if I was holding the entire game. I ignored the fans screaming my name and cheering me on. My feet pounded the floor one by one as the ball bounced up and down on the court, with only five seconds I found my lane and took it. Their was the clock taunting me, four,

The day did improve, somewhat, as it went on and everyone was quickly enjoying themselves again as we attended the women’s Gopher game to watch my older cousin, Taylor, play. Throughout the game, I could still sense the agitation between Alex, my dad, I, as we covered up the awkward silences by burying our noses in our phones in between the periods. To end the afternoon on a high note, the Gophers played an outstanding game and beat Wisconsin in overtime. We all left the stadium in high spirits, reminiscing over the great plays and unforgettable overtime goal. At the same time, we were exhausted from a long day and ready to head home and watch the girl’s State Tournament championship game.

As we stood on the freshly cut grass motionless, in complete despair, we soon realized the effort we had given was simply not enough. We could have ran those suicides harder, connected one more pass, added 5 more pounds in the weight room. Although the crowd was roaring, everyone in a white uniform stood as if there wasn’t a sound heard for miles. With 56 seconds left on the clock, we all knew our season was coming to an end. The time that we thought was boundless, was ended by a buzzer that only brought disappointment.

She takes a new gauze, rolling it around the wound cushioned with some cotton. After a while, Anna stops gasping. Her eyes slowly open. Phew!

As I was awakened from a deep sleep, my aunt was yelling “get all your stuff we have to leave.” I didn’t fully understand what was going on by the way I was awakened. It was five o’clock in the morning when I heard my cousin on the other end of the phone saying “we have to leave New Orleans now, the hurricane is going to hit and we will not be safe here.” I never thought I would have to pack up and leave my home because of a natural disaster. As I gather the things that would fit in the small purple suitcase I was still in disbelief of what was going to take place. One by one we loaded up her red Pontiac and headed for the Texas border with my cousin following in the car behind us.

It was the day that I’ve been waiting for over 3 years. A day that would finally let me be normal like everyone else and have the choices as other people without being ridiculed by the teachers that saw me as unqualified to be taught in a standard way. Thanks to my mom thinking that it would be a marvelous idea to have me be placed in special education due to my lack of effort taking reading comprehension test. I was placed in special education at the end of 5th grade, and sought to see the end of it. That day would eventually come on early April of 2015, where I was called upon to the office during class in 8th grade.