Personal Narrative: Winning By Losing

Also, Johnny was only the one who serves as a vent to his parents’ anger. Days pass and years pass, Johnny was horribly scared of violence. According to the saying of parents are the best teach- ers to children, the violence was just like a seed which was kept in Johnny’s heart and grew gradual- ly day by day. That was all

Instead, he starts off as a scared and nervous kid who could barely hold himself to go to practice. Royce can be seen thinking “I was scared shitless when I first came out, and not of the coaches. Like all freshmen, I was shipped over to JV, Team White, and I was so nervous the first day I had the shits for thirty minutes and was late for my first real practice. I was in the stall bent over and miserable and thinking, No way you can compete at this level. I had my chin on my knees.

My family for sure, plays the biggest part in shaping of who I am today. Growing up wasn’t always smooth sailing, I often was influenced by many negative people that tried and guide me in the wrong direction;however, my family members were the ones that never seized to stop improving me. During the peak of my junior year when all the algebra, physics, history, and english classes were piling up in enormous numbers and were causing me to stress and

I’m kind of busy today.” “But,” I reminded him, “It is the last day of school. And,” I continued, when I saw he was about to protest, “You promised that you would pick me up on the last day of school this year and take me to that waterpark, if I remember correctly.”

A close friend of mine, Ben was stabbed over twenty times by a student, Chad. Chad was headed to college with a promising future but decided it was more important to compromise everything he worked towards over a girl. Like I had said earlier in this assignment, there is often an initial problem that becomes the root of an act of school violence. Thankfully, this incident was not with a gun.

I cried to my mom the whole drive home, begging her to take me off of the team. She told me to not get frustrated, she said if I hated it after a month she would take me out. I solemnly agreed and pushed myself into another month’s worth of what I thought was going to be hell. I went in with a negative attitude, but I remember walking out of that gym after every practice having accomplished something new. After a few months my jumps got higher, my stunt group had the highest basket toss, I got a back-tuck.

“Brother, brother, don’t leave me!” In the short story, “The Scarlet Ibis,” James Hurts writes about a child who is born with disabilities that cause him to be treated differently. Eventually, his older brother is so embarrassed by him that he decides to teach him to be normal and the ways of life. The author writes about how embarrassing feelings overcome people and force them to do strange things they would have never done before. Also, the leading results can impact someone’s individual life.

Percy Jackson is always pressured by his friends to be a hero and sometimes he struggles with it. In the following quote, Percy is reflecting back on his battle with Chrysaor, “The more heroic stuff he did, the more he realized how limited he was” In this quote, Percy shows that his pressure is always being heroic. Percy is thinking about how his friends always depend on him to be a hero. In the battle before this quote, Percy was defeated and only beat his enemy by trickery.

Malcolm and his siblings often received threats of removal from their family if their behavior did not improve, which did nothing but enraged him further to rebel. As times grew harder for Malcolm’s family emotionally, mentally, and most of all financially, the rebellious nature that shaped their home drew the attention of the government. The life insurance money was running out quickly and the foster homes attempted to bring the children into their care, instead of their mothers. Malcolm made it clear that he was not the only child putting stress on his mother considering ‘‘[a]ll of us were mischievous at some time or another, I more so than any of the rest. Philbert and I kept a battle going, and this was just one of a dozen things that kept building up the pressure on my mother” (Malcolm X 21).

I think the moment I realized I needed to step up was when my mom needed help with my grandma. My dad was at work, like he was most of the time, and so my mom called up the stairs at my brother and I. The two of us looked at each other, and I saw how absolutely petrified he was of going downstairs and even looking at my grandma. I was suddenly very aware of the fact that even though I was only 15, my brother was only

These were just extra obstacles that were put in my way for reason to benefit at all, considering I was told that junior year was already the hardest year for any high schooler anyway. I was furious yet frightened to see the thing that I value and work for, to be turned against me and everyone else. Across many schools within Jeffco, students all together performed a walk out during school to protest this issue to point. But this walk out was only the beginning of the Jeffco Recall that many teachers, parents, and students supported and carried out throughout the year. And while we did have to compensate for their poor decisionmaking that year, the recall was eventually set forth and finalized at the beginning of my senior year.

I probably spent 216 hour attempting to write this paper. I defiantly had plenty of time to finish the drift and the revised version. With as much time I 've had I feel that I didn 't fulfill all that the paper needs and what it was asking for. Definitely for a note to self, I should have seek out for more help from peers and staff of Century College. Tara was a huge help with showing me how at fix my work cited and what I was doing wrong on the

Believe me, I didn 't want to give it up but really felt that I had to. I had read a lot of success stories about people that had amazing results but I was secretly thinking they couldn 't possibly be true and I was absolutely certain I wouldn 't see any positive benefits. At least any that really made a difference, but I was willing to give it a shot because you never know and I 've been proven wrong before.

After a few years, soccer became my worst enemy. It beat me down and stressed me out and I was done putting up with bullies. Before I confronted my demon I had to first face my mother; my biggest fan, my number one supporter since day one. This would be no easy

They were always there for me, as pathetic as that might sound, and I desperately needed someone to be there for me during my middle school years. In short: I was a loser. And like most losers, I was on the receiving end of other kids’ abuse. I came home in tears every day. School years are mostly a blur for me, but I can remember some things (lucky me).