Brick walls are always going to show up in our lives to prove to us how badly we want something. One brick wall that I have faced in my life has to do with when I was younger and played softball. I was the newest member of the team and I had never played the sport before. I was always interested in watching softball, and finally decided to play on a recreational team with my close friend. All of the other girls had played for a few years already, and had grasped the skill. I on the other hand, was just learning all of the skills and wasn’t the best. Each practice, I would really try hard to play at the same skill level as all of the other girls, but it was hard to instantly be good at something new. Eventually, the games started to begin and …show more content…
I swung and I missed the ball. Strike one. The second pitch came fast-paced and I was ready to hit it. As I took my swing, my bat was held too high and the catcher had already caught the ball. Strike two. Now, it was my last swing, and I was very determined to hit it and right as the ball flew to me, I swung the bat too early. Strike three. Here I was, the newest member on the recreational team who had just struck out. Although all of the girls on my team were supportive, I was very upset because I didn’t get a hit. That night when I got home, all I could think about was quitting softball. I strongly despised it and didn’t want to humiliate myself again. However, my parents would not let me quit. Instead, my dad and I went outside everyday and practiced batting and catching so that I would be more prepared and confident in my next game. I could tell that I was getting better, and hoped that all of my hard work would eventually pay off. I practiced batting and my hits started improving. Finally, I felt confident for my game and was really excited to play against the other
Everything for a year had been leading up to this point and here I was in the middle of the happiest place on earth in tears because my friends had abandoned me in the middle of Disney on the senior trip.
Of all sports that I have seen I can say with all confidence I never thought softball would be my sport.When I first thought about playing softball I thought I could never do it. Then as I finally agreed to play softball I was completely petrified. I got on the field and the first thing I did was mess up and I messed up bad. I barely could catch a ball here I was standing there watching everyone play like pros. When I got up to bat I hit the ball but the bat vibrated down and swole up my thumb. I was completely embarrassed and immediately was out cause I was too busy freaking out.
I received a voice mail today from Sean McKnight stating he has a meeting setup with Ken Barber and some other individuals on the executive board of Illinois Joining Forces (IJF). I felt it was my duty to inform the group about some important facts that Mr. McKnight is very good at hiding. I met Mr. McKnight during my time at NIU. I just served my time as the NIU Veterans Club president and decided it was time to let someone else take the helm. Matthew Galloway the current Veterans Club president introduced the club to Sean McKnight at a veterans club meeting. Sean came in and presented himself as a seasoned veteran’s advocate who has many connections throughout the state of Illinois and Washington D.C. He promoted his organization that he was starting Warriors Guarding Warriors as a revolutionary concept that has not been thought of as for yet throughout the veteran community. Finally, he offered his services to any veterans having trouble with VA benefits or the medical process. At the time we did not know that he was not officially certified to help veterans, and nor did he actually know the proper process or paper work needed to help our fellow veterans. Sean offered to be the Veterans Clubs mentor. The club held a vote and
First time out of the wire and on patrol but not with first platoon, First Sergeant moved me to second platoon just the day before. The night insertion that we conducted that night went without a hitch. The soldiers that were in my truck took turns throughout the night behind the weapons system which was an M-240B. At zero eight in the morning of the next day patrols started around the bazaar by the dismounted troops. I was coupled with the PL* and conducted familiarization patrols so that I could get eyes on the sector from the map that was issued to me the night we left. Starting off at the far limits of the sector we went to position E (east) and was instructed on what the sectors were as was the activities that had been conducted the previous
On February 21, 2016, I, Deputy John Arnold, went to 11747 West 105th Street South to assist another deputy in reference to a fight in progress.
We adopted Karma one month ago with the intention of her being a Service Animal for my daughter, who has a heart condition. The ‘breeder’ assured me that Karma was up to date on all her shots and in pristine health. I asked about her parents’ health history, especially hips. The breeder assured us that her parents’ hips had been checked and cleared, as well as Karma’s.
Once upon a time their 4 girls names Lina, Quinn, Rachel, Molly is living in California. All girls were having fun at Quinn's sleepovers. Rachel, were telling scary stories and all the girls was scare. Quinn though it was a good Idea to go bake cookies and the girls went to the kitchen and bakes lots of cookies. After they were done Molly threw a pillow to Lina. The girls had a pillow fight and it was fun after that the girls were tired so they all said good night and went to sleep. It was the middle of the night and Molly was thirsty she went to the kitchen and she heard a scream. Molly went to look where was the screaming was coming from. Molly followed the scream and she knew it was Lina. Molly was calling Lina's name out loud and Lina was screaming " Molly helps ah". " Lina, Lina" said Molly. Molly went to wake the girls up and the girls was worried.
There was a point in life where I would use the word loner to describe myself. However I've learned that enjoying being alone doesn't necessarily make me a loner.Like most people I wasn't born into an entirely functional family. Although some people, at least had a support system at home, I didn't. And although I was surrounded by people who had more than enough help and support, I continued to persevere, In all aspects of life. I was forced to face alone the cruelty of the world, including bullying, abuse and most anything you could imagine, All of which I have overcome. These various triumphs and successes have led me to the realization that I'm, in fact, not a loner. I am independent.
When I was about four or five years old I had to get my tonsils taken out which are located in the back of your mouth. A few weeks had passed and my mom had realized that my neck was a little swollen. My mom then made an appointment with the doctor and when he looked at my throat he said it was time. I then found out after they finished taking out my tonsils from my mouth they had said I should’ve woke up 10 minutes before , but ( I didn't ). When I finally woke up from what I call a long sleep all I remember was me walking into a room and fainting on the floor in front of a little girl. When they rushed me back to the emergency room they said I started to gush out blood from my mouth.
All my life ,I’ve always wanted to be someone in life who can actually make a difference to this world in a positive way. Ever since I was a little girl I pushed myself to always best I can be just . I lived in a town outside Los Angeles, California , it was called Van Nuys,California.The elementary school (Kittridge Elementary) I had went to was in a low income area, mainly spanish community had lived in the area I was living in at the time .I had a lot of friends (mainly mexicans) I focused a lot on being on time for school , staying on task in class, and finishing my homework. At such a young age I had felt such ambition and was doing very good for myself. At the age of 10 was when reality start to really hit me , even though I was very young I started to see things differently.
The time seemed to pass by slower and slower as I stared at the clock listening to the ticks of each second. My second grade teacher, Mr. Pham, was passing back our test results for a test I failed to study for. I heard the sighs of both joy and sadness as each student got their paper back. I could not fathom what to expect when I received my paper, but I was definitely not expecting a 68%. My face fell and my eyes started to water as I silently stared at that paper. This was the first time I had ever gotten below an “A” on a test. I looked at the strawberry scented red ink that Mr. Pham always used and realized the scent of strawberries will be ruined for me forever. I held the paper in my hand, looked to see if anybody was watching, and then
There we were, walking downtown. It was one of the few days I was dressed like I wasn’t straight off the farm, I had a dress and heels on. My mom and I were shopping while my sister was at piano lessons. And then we got the call that would turn our day upside down, inside out, and backwards.
Splash! The fish were jumping everywhere on the lake. We just arrived at my great grandparents cabin in Elcho, Wisconsin. We are on Post Lake with the glistening water and the splendid forest. That weekend we had the usually people up there grandma, grandpa, aunt, uncle, two cousins, and my family. This is our favorite place to go on the weekends or in the summer time with our family. It was in the middle of June and the fishing was amazing up there the fish were biting. It was approximately 4:30 when we started our fun weekend up north. I knew it was going to be great when I saw the six seater Can-Am in the driveway. The cabin is small and it is the color green it may be small but you can fit a bunch of people into it. There also the garage that has beds in it that fold out.
After countless hours of uncomfortable naps and tasteless meals between flights, we finally arrived at the unfamiliar land of America. Leaving all our dear friends and families behind, I was told that we came here in hope of a better future, my future specifically. I was never really socially active and at the time, English was a whole new concept that I have yet to understand. The inability to communicate with other makes it even harder for me to express myself and it mold my personality to become more antisocial than I ever was. There’s always this uneasy feeling that linger when someone talk to me and I cannot give them a response and it’s even harder to say something because I was afraid of making a mistake and make a fool out of myself.
“Why don’t you use your locker? You’re going to have back problems before you even graduate”. These are words that are repeated to me daily, almost like clockwork. I carry my twenty-pound backpack, full of papers upon papers from my AP classes. The middle pouch of my backpack houses my book in which I get lost to distract me from my unrelenting stress. The top pouch holds several erasers, foreshadowing the mistakes I will make - and extra lead, to combat and mend these mistakes. Thick, wordy textbooks full of knowledge that has yet to become engraved in my brain, dig the straps of my backpack into my shoulders. This feeling, ironically enough, gives me relief - my potential and future success reside in my folders and on the pages of my notebooks.