Personal Narrative: Ramaz Lower School

I have loved the game of baseball ever since I was a baby. My mom tells me that when I was only two years old, my family went on a trip to see a Cardinal-Royals game in Kansas City. It was a rainy, ugly day outside, but my two year old self, without a fuss, watched the whole game, captivated from the first pitch to the last. Ever since then, I have loved every aspect of baseball. I love that it is a kid’s game, and it is amazing to me that so many grown men devote their lives to a game that grade-school children play while growing up. Another part of baseball that I love are the aesthetics of watching a great play. To me, there is nothing better than watching an outfielder give himself up to make a fantastic diving play, a batter crush the ball far over the fence, or a beautiful,

After three long activity filled years, eighth grade is finally drawing to a close. My middle school years are soon to be over and high school is just around the corner. It will be an exciting time and full of new adventures. When I look back at my middle school years one of the most memorable things has been the F.A.P trips. The Field Activity Program has enabled me to participate in many opportunities I would have not had otherwise. In sixth grade we went to swim with the manatees. It was an amazing trip since we were permitted to get into the water and touch them if they approached us. This was an amazing experience because manatees are a protected species, and this is something you can not go out and do

At twelve-years-old, starting Junior High was struggle for me. It wasn’t because anyone was bullying me or because my friends left me and I was surrounded with drama, it was actually personal inflictions. Junior High was stressful, the natural fear of not being accepted at me, a few months before my dear friend Ruby moved from Clovis to San Francisco. It was all just a lot, and in sixth grade I felt a little… betrayed by my long time guy friend. It hurt to know we’d never be friends again, no matter how hard I wanted to start over. That, and just being a normal teenage girl, I was often feeling misunderstood and under deep pressure from my family. It was a very depressing few years and there were even times when I became jealous and hateful and I

I had just stepped foot on Kadena Elementary School, the first grade school I would be attending and I didn’t really know how to feel. Me and my family (my mom, brother, sister, an grandparents) had just moved to Okinawa Japan from Mississippi, My mom was a Trauma nurse in the Air Force all my life so it wasn’t that big of a change moving there. When we had first moved there we didn’t have a house nor a car yet, so me and my family stayed at the Air Force Inn for the time being. The elementary school I was going to be attending for the next three years was pretty far from ewhere we were staying it was a little over a mile, so my grandpa would walk me to school and back everyday until we got our house that turned out to be right next to the

Middle school was quite a bit different from my younger life. I was moving to a different school, starting football, going from being very short to above average tall and learning that school was much harder now. Football was definitely taking over my life and would continue for the duration of my education at the middle school. I had broken my finger my first season in first grade and then again the second year. The first time hurt pretty bad but by the second time I had done it I continued to play with it taped tight to my other fingers. To fix the second break from the extra damage of using it so much the doctor decided to pop it. It only got worse from there so we went to a different doctor and they gave me a cast. Later we learned that

For the last two and a half months I have been counting the days away till the start of my junior year at Dugada high school. I look at my calendar and realize that my first day of school is tomorrow, and I not sure if I should be never more nervous or excited.

I remember the first time I ever went to elementary school and I was scared out my mind. I really didn't want to go. I tried to run out but my uncle chip grabbed me before i could make it out the school. School was fun but I always wanted to stay home and chill.I didn't recall any favorite moments in elementary school.

There is not really much to speak on concerning my middle school years. As with most teens this was a difficult and awkward time for me. I had mastered the bullying thing so this was no longer a factor or a concern for me. However, doing this time, I was speaking up for all the other little voices who were having a hard time in school with bullies. I thought of myself as the bully’s advocate and I was winning.

As kids in elementary school, we can all admit we have done some dumb stuff. In my elementary school days, I experienced kids make bad mistakes every day. Throughout my seven years in elementary school, I witnessed kids bully, steal, and cheat. However, one day in 2008 I became aware that I was part of the rest of the people around me and that I had succeeded in doing something that now seems very childish.

Throughout my middle and high school years I have always been involved in many sports and activities, and that is a bit strange for a person that had never been interested in any type of sport and was very very anti-social, from seventh grade down. Athletics and Band where the two major components of my 7-8 middle school years. I was in all regular classes and my grades were not the best, with 70’s and 80’, I always did what I needed to do to get a passing grade. When I was in Band, I have to admit, I was pretty good even though I never really practiced at home, because my French horn was too heavy for a 4.5 feet tall girl to carry two miles home every day. In our district, High School started in tenth grade, and I actually did like it that

Can you imagine moving from a city with almost anything accessible at any time to a town with just 1 Walmart? Well this basically happened to me in 2013. My family and I moved to Beatrice from Omaha. We moved because my dad got a job as a manager at El Canelo. Although when it opened people referred to it as “the new mexican place”.

During middle school I went through an awkward stage in my life, I was trying to figure out who I was or who I could be. Middle school was a huge a part of my life with discovering being unique is in fact not a negative thing, weather its fashion, taste in music or personality. During middle school my fashion was influenced by gothic culture. I would wear band t-shirts shirts and black trip pants with chains and countless amount of zippers on them. I would often wear wigs daily to be able to have my hair match the color of clothing I choose to wear that day. to be able to different wigs that would match my outfit that day. In the hallways I would blast heavy metal and rock music. My favorite bands included Bullet for my Valentine, Green

My middle school experience was relatively nice. I made a lot of friends and one of my friends I made then is actually my best friend now. I was quite popular and I was even friends with some of my favorite teachers. I remember getting my first cell phone for receiving good grades and going out to eat with my friends for the first time. Though it was nice, I also remember understanding that everyone was not genuinely nice. My middle school was very cliquey and whenever there was a misunderstanding, we would “confront” others about it. In other words, people would call others out on why they did not like them. I was confronted once by people who I thought were my friends, all over a guy I had no interest in. I also confronted others for no concrete reason.

East Noble middle school is better because the teachers are nicer but at my old school they were mean. But the old school it was shorter but East Noble School is bigger but I can deal with it. What was it like when you were in middle school? Middle school is tuff but you got to deal with it. And I know more people at east noble.

Baseball is known as America’s pastime for a reason. It has been in around since the early 1900’s. It has been apart of my life since birth. The World Series is like a holiday to my family. And if our team, the Chicago White Sox, are playing in it, it gives us a sense of pride and hope. It changed the way I look at life, when I saw the way the professional players felt when they either won or lost. It showed me that no matter what your job or profession is, to always but your heart into it. Baseball is a game filled with competition, yet also filled with compassion and courage. The World Series doesn’t occur every day, but the work and mindset that will get a team there does occur every single day. Once a team wins the World Series, the emotion that they go through, and also bring back to their city is unimaginable.