Personal Narrative: Hockey Practice

Hockey practice had ended about twenty five minutes ago, and when I stepped out of the locker room, my mom was right behind the door, about to storm in and question me, “What in the world were you doing? It’s quarter past nine! What took you so long?” Of course I had no idea how late it was, nor did it matter at the time. Once I explained myself, my mom said she was proud. The goalie on my team is new this season and is quiet and reserved. Everyone on my team left the rink and it was just her and me. I didn’t want to leave her alone, and since she is quiet, I wanted to get to know her and make her feel more comfortable. I want everyone to not just feel included and like they belong, but to be included and belong.

Trying new things and (except when it comes to spinach and zucchini). At Phillips Academy, I will have the opportunity to try what I wouldn’t have the chance to at Andover High School. For example, I, for some reason, have a desire to learn Russian. The language, with the different alphabet, seems like a puzzle, and my sister would be the first to say how much I love solving puzzles and riddles when I get the chance. Furthermore, I love helping people. During the last period of school on Mondays and Thursdays, I go to gym class

Meanwhile, my voice inevitably shook in rhythm with the music. I was filled from head to toe with terror, but pushed through it. Why did I agree to do the Christmas show in the first place? I knew I didn’t like talking in front of large groups, so what made me think singing and playing guitar would be fine? Nothing. I was pressured into doing it. “It will be fun!” my neighbor, teacher, and friend Tim said, “Your family will love it!” He was right about the second part, but at least for me, it was far from