Speedy Gonzalez-Personal Narrative

Johnny was the main reason I was still alive. Call him my life tank or whatever but it was the truth. I was proud of him and I never could tell him. I knew how much he wanted to hear it, but being Dallas Winston, an awkward person who never knew how to show his feelings, I never got to tell him.

Money is important to Gatsby in many ways. He was poor as a child, and grew up poor. He joined the army, and after the war he needed to find a way to make more money to impress Daisy.

Dane Kutnick is in right field , Tanner Smith at first, and Jason VanDenLangenberg is catching. We have played 3 tournaments together, but we already looked like we have been playing together for a long time. We may not have known it yet, but they were going to turn one of the best plays of the year.

Riley Timmons Mr.Forbes September 16, 2015 4th Hour Personal Narrative Broken Baseball Player The general definition of a teammate is a person who works with their team towards a common goal. Now what kind of teammate would I be if I stopped helping my baseball squad achieve their goal, just because I was injured? I tried to picture what the game would be like in my head; me sitting in the stands while my team lost the tournament. The fill-in pitcher for my team threw the batter an easy ball, resulting in another home run. It was probably 14-2 by now. I realized in that moment, it would be all my fault if we lost the game. I knew what I had to do. I played the game. It was a cold October night when I got hurt.The ambiance at the field was tense.

I remember our first days in US were difficult for me and my mother; especially, one night when I woke up and saw her fainting in the cold floor. I had panicked, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t have a car, or phone to call anyone. I felt a shame of myself, I couldn’t help my own mother at the same time. Thankfully, one of my neighbors was awake, and she helped me with everything. Then, when I saw her lying in the hospital, I understand what Joe’s meant when he said “I could tell right away that things were better, that my mother was better, that whatever had happened with the surgery was better, and in spite of how bad things were, at least for now the picture wasn’t getting any worse.” (Louise Erdrich, 2012,

“This ain't fun. But you watch me, I'll get it done.” This is quote was stated by Jackie Robinson. Jackie Robinson was the first African American Major League Baseball player. He also was the first African American to join the Baseball Hall of Fame. I believe he said this because he was derided for what he was doing, but he was not going to stop. The quote relates to my struggles backpacking 90 miles in New Mexico. Even though it may of been the most difficult thing I have done, I did not give up. I endured the challenge and achieved a level of success I had only dreamed of.

“Ivan staggered a few yard, then stopped at the stone wall that surrounded his house, and bent over. A swell of nausea rose from his gut. His diaphragm jerked tight, and he vomited. Good Run. Damn Good Run.” (Martino 7) Sounds pretty intense right? That is the mindset of both Ivan and Bobby to become state wrestling champions during there senior year of high school. They both are aware of each other but don’t know how each other wrestle. They both face hardships from coaches, friends, and family and are expected to reach everybody’s expectations. In this journal I will be connecting, evaluating, and questioning.

I went to Jay Peak as my second time. I remember about my first time I went there when I was in Middle school. Also it was my first year in United State. I was a quiet student in Middle school so I don’t talk the whole time I was on the bus even when I get there. But yesterday I talked to people who were from different program. When we arrived at Jay Peak we have to get card and some other things. Then we went inside I can smell the water from Jay Peak. I saw a lot of people and life guard at the Jay Peak. We all went stright to change then we all disappear from there. Everyone picked what they want to do. Me and Roze tired the Blue and Green slides. After we went to rock climbing wall after I get off from that then I went hot tub and I set

Starting his journey to greatness early, young Felipe Martinez began playing teeball the age of 7. “I did it on my own, I wanted to try something new so I tried teeball,” Martinez explained while sitting at a small desk in the corner of the classroom in his dapper bow tie and button up shirt, ready for his football game later that night. Martinez has been playing sports ever since he was seven. Currently he is part of the Marshall Redhawks football team, where he plays: corner, linebacker, and receiver. Also Felipe plays on a baseball team, and he wrestles too. “I just like being physically active I guess,” Martinez inquired.

Angel Gonzalez Why did I pick this program? I picked this program because I was told I would never amount to anything. That I was dumb and I would end up like my father for a while I believed it so I started to go down the wrong path. I gave

The next day, I woke up in a room, there were mixed genders, so when I got up and dressed, I immediately began to look for the young boy I had met the day before. I found him, he was sitting along the wall next to an older woman who looked so much like my grandmother. Since I had realized that it couldn't be her, because she was supposedly “dead”, I realized I should just stop and ask the boy how he was. I walked over there, and the lady looked at me and said, “Alexis, is that you?” I immediately grabbed her and pulled her into my arms, it was my grandmother. She then asked where my parents were, and where my brother was. “I don't know about mama and papa, nana.. But Jose, he died a couple of days ago.” She began to cry, but all I could do was smile, because she was my grandmother, and she wasn't dead. I told her I had to go, and I would meet up with her later, so I walked down the hall after the young boy whom I had met earlier, I could see him, barely. I ran, shoulders bumping against everyone around, but I got to him. He looked at me and smiled, there you are, I've been looking for you all morning. I asked him what his name was as soon as I caught my

I tried so hard to prepare myself for the memorial but it still impacted me in a tremendous way. When you walk up to the burnt orange brick church there is a heavy duty black, Iron Gate with two sides that are made of iron rods. On the right side

The thing is, I am fully aware that I am making a mistake at this moment in time but at this moment in time there is nothing else I can do. I don’t know how I am going to feel later when our souls cross paths once again, but hopefully

Every night I lay in my bed, I have all these thoughts that swirl in my head. Of a complex set of fictional events that eventually lead to my utterly tragic death. And from there?.. I cry. Not simply because I died but the details behind the situation. Of all the unaccomplished aspiration, and the feelings of desperation, frustration, purity in my favorite emotional castration. I put myself in my own fictional shoes. Not because I am emotional. Not because I am plagued by sloth. But because this is something I choose for my personal sanity. Or insanity if that 's what you wish to call it. I will call it a defense mechanism. An emotional shield I build out of tears rolling down the cold corps of possible inevitability. Some may find all I 'm coughing now. **Cough Cough Cough!** My emotional lungs already black from the burning of any possible regret. So if this day comes of my tragic, "She was much to young" demise. I can look at it with cold emotionless eyes and say "It 's okay mom.. It 's okay dad.." Truth is I have seen it all before. I consider myself lucky as I 'm not coughing up blood on the floor. Or holding my unrequited love in my arms, hands painted red staring down the cold black abyss of my own deaths door. In fact I 'm pretty grateful. That my hugs can be from the people I love. Like a sweet serenade in stead of being buried in trenches sharing my last embrace with an unwelcoming foreign blade. Because the way that it kisses my flesh.. I 'm crawling, shaking, everything turning black when I know the truth is red. Everything turning cold.. The chaos has gone silent, but not lucky enough to quickly end up dead. I consider myself lucky that I lay here in this hospital bed. Surrounded by people I love. Not alone, not in my house but I feel at home. I 'm a little scared now.. All of your faces are blurring. Will you please hold my hand? I feel like my head is.. I

Losing someone you love dearly is one of the hardest things anyone can go through. Sometimes it hurts so bad that you may yourself, “What’s the point of being here anymore?” I ask myself that question all the time, ever since my Grandmother passed away.