Personal Narrative: The Kilgore College Rangerettes

The next Monday no one would talk to Remmy. Every class she went to everyone was talking about her. Remmy felt like bursting in to tears every single day that went by. On Thursday Remmy got a text from Brianna that said "Listen... You need to stay out of my business...

He of course drove it home to save my mother and me I the anxiety, but we learned later that there was no substantial damage to the car, and my father fixed the cosmetic issues and later did exactly what he was intending to do in the first place;, he flipped it for more money than he bought it for. This was the first car accident that I have ever been in that I had some part in causing, and for some (large) amount of months following I refused to get in the driver’s seat of a car. I saw the mistake as the end of my driving career, and my mother was quite okay with me not driving. But, the rest of my family was a bit more stubborn, and I was back driving just under a year later, much to my and my mother’s dismay.

I unfortunately choked up and didn’t make it on that team. Instead of giving up I choose to keep practicing. I decided to join another team outside of school to improve my skills. My new goal was to make it to my high school cheer team. My new team taught me team skills and with that we were able to win many competitions.

I never really fully cried, but I did loose a lot of sleep after my grandparents death. My mother was worried for a while because I would not sleep and my health was beginning to diminish. She ended up taking me to the doctor and they declared that I was suffering from insomnia. There was no explanation, but I knew that I was still grieving my grandparents, it was the only way that I could; since no one would know that I would cry in the middle of the night. About a couple of months later, everything was beginning to go back to normal, I still do not have the courage to speak about my grandmother or grandfather without shedding a tear.

It feels like she is growing everyday Inside of me, she started kicking last week. I think John found out that I am pregnant, I didn’t tell him because I thought he would get upset. Ever since the affair, we have not been as close. When it’s time for me to get killed the baby is going to get raised with John, but I know he will love her and raise her well. If I could go back in time I would have told John that I was pregnant and she is a girl and I am going to name her Liz just like my mother, I know my mother would have loved to meet her.

For the rest of the night I felt euphoric; nothing could drag me down. One extremely intense month of practice and I achieved what I thought was initially impossible. Based on this, I formed a fresh outlook on challenges: I can accomplish anything I set my sights on so long as I work for it with everything I have. However flawed this view may be, it will serve me incredibly well over the next few

I never went to therapy for it though it would have been a good ideal. I had to deal with this on my own. After my daughter was born things got better. My parents absolutely adore her. My sisters and brothers love her.

I was the ultimate outcast. Plus, my face wasn’t the happiest so no one really approached me. The first day was really lonely. I remember texting my best friend from my last school and just wanted to start crying because I missed her so much. First and second passed by quickly than came lunch.

The dreaded wall it petrifies others makes them not want to go outside for recess or show up to school that day or the next day. I was once one of those kids who were scared to go outside for recess or show up to school the next day numerous times. I was nervous the first day I got sent to the wall I ran away from all the teachers so they couldn't find me at all, but they ended up finding me in the middle of the tubes which sucked. They almost considered detention or sending me down to my mom’s room to tell her what I did which was bad for because that meant a place where I didn't want to go to. First grade was the year I got sent to the wall and ran away.

That was how I learned to drive, it was a nightmare but luckily I made it out alive. I still don 't think I’m a good driver but I have stopped crashing so much, from the first time I attempted to drive to now. Although one thing never really came my freedom, I was only allowed to drive to school and to the store to run errands for my mom. She put the track my phone on my phone to make sure I went to school and came out when I was supposed to after I got caught leaving early one day.

The day when my school's NJROTC unit came to visit my middle school forever changed my life. I was estatic about becoming a cadet and serving my community. I began my NJROTC experience as a Cadet Seaman Recruit and quickly promoted through the ranks. At this current moment, I have over 50 community service since freshman year. I have been apart of every team that we offer and mentor other younger cadets not only for unit advice but for life in general.

I was lost. Friends were not at my disposal. Time was in abundance. Thoughts was all i had. Freshman through Christmas break of my sophomore year I attended Berks Catholic High School, but before that I graduated from a feeder school named Scared Heart School.

I first heard of the Trailblazer Collegiate Academy during my freshman year enrollment. The idea of taking college classes at a community college while still in high school was appealing to me because my current coursework took no effort to complete and I wanted a challenge. Once I was a sophomore, I began looking into it more seriously. If I wanted to apply for the Academy, I had a short window of time to do so. After discussing it with my counselor I learned that my classes I took with the community college would factor into my GPA at the high school level.

My entire life has been me looking forward. Always looking forward and rarely looking back. Learning from past occurrences and planning the next; I have been a sure handed planner all my life. When I was younger my maturity of very advanced for my age, therefore I only had a select few friends. This helped me keep a level head and remain focused.