Personal Narrative: My Personal Strength

Imagine being at the peak of your high school career, personally, academically, and athletically. For me, that was my sophomore year. I was selected to be on the homecoming court, I won a free class ring, and a free corsage and boutonniere for prom. I was on my way to a 4.0 grade point average. I was pulled up to Varsity basketball, I became the 100 meter hurdle regional champion, and I qualified for two events at the Division 4 State meet for track and field. In one split second, a clip of a hurdle, that was over. My first race of the day was the preliminary 100 meter hurdles. Once the race started, I was calm, focused, and determined. I was starting to make my way up to the front of the pack when I clipped my trail leg on the eighth hurdle.

Have you ever had something happen to you that made you think you couldn't do what you loved anymore? Well I have. I thought I would never be able to play the sport I loved, basketball, anymore. When I broke my arm in fourth grade in 2012 taught me to persevere,that you can do what you love no matter what, and no matter what bumps you hit in your life you can always come back better.

Although I have not thought about how I would stage a play I will give myself a chance to thinking thoroughly about how I would want an audience to receive a piece of work written by the four playwrights we have read this semester. Drawing on Wilson’s famous speech, I have an idea about what I would want. The Ground on Which I Stand is one that acknowledges the amazing playwrights we were able to read this semester. I appreciate what they have given to the world through the stage and in print. There have been plays that I resonated with me and some that were harder to grasp. Many of these playwrights talk about connections and family which is a way that I have connected with the characters. I wouldn't use many of the playwrights as influences

”Pegale cabron! Mas fuerte” I heard voices yelling and chanting from a distance that didn’t seem too far, flickering a danger flag in my head. I looked around until i saw a quick movement from the corner of my eye. It appeared to be two men fighting underneath the old massive stadium i had just finished running around with my older sister. I wanted to go and investigate the situation but in the back of my i head i heard my mom’s voice saying “don’t talk to stranger, avoid danger.” It took some convincing but my sister soon agreed to check it out, and In minutes we were on our way to where we thought the fight was happening.

When looking for strengths I thought it was going to be challenging. I’m not one to point out things I do well at in fact I don’t take compliments very well either but something I noticed throughout all my papers was the comment, “Great Intro!” From both my teacher and my peers I noticed this. For example in my introduction of the Personal Essay, “Please don’t get caught, please don’t get caught, please don’t get caught. As I turned around to exit the bathroom, he was there. My dad.” I think the people that read this piece enjoyed the suspense, and image that was built along with learning the story about a pivotal point in my life. Writing an introduction is fairly easy to me once I get my ideas going but having to conclude is a whole other

My personal strengths I have, are that I have experience to assist others to help maintain tempo and timing. This is also including members who are not in my section. I can I accept challenges with pride, with goals set to achieve them with great success. I know that when new marchers come in they aren't really sure of what to do or where to go, even later on in the season, this is why I’m going to be patient with them. When it comes to demonstrating what to do when marching, I am more than willing to step up and help. Learning from my freshman and sophomore experience and the guidance shown to me by my leaders has encouraged me to step up and become a coach and lead others.

Muscles engaged and eye’s wide, the intensity flowing through my veins. About face on one, hands down on two, lift my leg to a needle elevating to place on her shoulder. While she swiftly pulls, a voice in my head counts five, six, seven, and on eight it snapped… and suddenly, my stomach became a sinking pit, and a wave of nausea hit.

My top strength I chose to write about, after taking part in the Brief Strengths Test, is kindness. To be kind means to concern other people and to help them without expecting anything in return. A few months ago, I was traveling in Cuba, where it is very rare to find internet connection. There, I met a little girl who was listening all day long to three songs on her computer. I asked her if she would like some of the songs I had on my mp3. Then, I transferred music from my device to her computer and she was amazed by getting 400 songs that she had never heard before. I was glad to introduce her to a new world of international music. I believe that helping or giving others benefits you as well, even if you don't get money or respect, you will

My sources of power come from being the chair of the House Internal Matters Committee and the House Rules Committee, as well as being a Hispanic Republican. Another source of power comes from being an incumbent, who has been elected four times. Since I am the chair of the House Internal Matters Committee, I have a larger influence over the bills that are considered since this is one of three committees who considers the proposed bills and have the power to pass, amend, or kill legislative proposals. Because I am chair of the House Rules Committee, which reviews legislation after it is passed through a standing committee in the House and before the bill goes to the full House, I serve as a gatekeeper for proposed legislation, working with other

I gripped my cloak tighter, pulling the fabric taut over my shoulders as the cool morning air made my skin prickle. Today was the day where I finally get to join the Dragon Hunters, and follow in my great grand dad's footsteps. I’ll be the first of the old Mays generation to join up in a long time. Grinning widely, I rushed up the last few steps and passed under the gateway.

As the daughter of immigrants, I had grown up with a strong idea of what my culture was and how I identified myself. This identity had influenced my beliefs and the value I believed my parent’s culture held. My background had revolved around being raised by parents who had both spent a majority of their lives in Vietnam before moving to the States. This meant I was going to be influenced by the Confucian ideas which remained prominent in Eastern and South Eastern Asian culture as well as the Buddhist religion which my mother followed. All of these traits along with the environment I grew up in had affected how language had become a major pillar in my culture and identity, continuing to play a part in my relationships and actions today.

I am strong, I am brave. I haven’t learned anything about myself that is valuable enough to write. What I have learned is that I am capable of achieving greatness through believing in the law of attraction. The idea that positive thoughts create positive life experiences and vice versa when talking about negative thoughts. Using this, I have done so much. Like venturing off my choice of education as an example. I am currently in an adequate position in life thanks to the law of attraction. Memories can serve as a tool to motivate you or as a weapon to prevent you from doing what your heart tell you to.Those bad memories, those fears are usually there to block ourselves from thinking that we can succeed. Feeling are great, we ourselves can determine how we feel about something. Not always, we are human.

The first day was pretty exciting. My number one goal was to talk to one of the residents which was met while doing the patient history.we toured the unit around. We looked at the patient's binder. My favorite part of the day was meeting T.C. The things that she has done in her life was inspirational. The way she lived her life is just amazing to be true. Lastly, I got to feed father even though I had to lie about being a catholic. I believe they think I did well at least T.C told me I was good.

I notice many things about my voice. Whether I talk with a vocal fry around my friends, which seems to be a California specialty, or in a higher register with teachers, the placement of my voice constantly varies. I am aware that my timbre is high and that my tone is bright, and, to state it plainly, I enjoy that. However, there are aspects of my voice that I notice and dislike; my voice breaks between my lower and middle register noticeably and gets tired quickly. When I sing I am most aware of my voice because I am concentrating on so many different aspects of technique such as breathing, placement, and tone. Singing only feels good to me when it is extremely resonant and focused, because that feels free but controlled. I am also aware I have a lot of range left to conquer – I know I have notes in my whistle tone register, but sometimes have trouble accessing them.

I have never believed in the rod or the belt, nevertheless, I learned to respect them both. I never believed that the universe and its cosmic upheaval were formed by chance, but I eventually came to respect that belief and its proponents. I have never believed that all things were meant to be conducted or said in any one specific way, and in spite of myself, I begrudgingly respect this and whoever sees things this way. My respect for these things is not born of fear, admiration or any reason one would typically find in cogitation or meditation, but of experience. (101)