Personal Narrative

Right away, the 105-degree room slaps you in the face as if to warn you that at no point in the next hour and a half will this be comfortable. The class starts out calm with some gentle stretches, and the instructor providing us with a focus for the class; immediately following, the calmness of the instructor is flipped into what I’d imagine a military drill sergeant would be like if one ever took up yoga. She commands new poses in rapid succession, progressively getting crazier as the class goes on. Breathe in, stretch every fiber of you in all directions. Breathe out, and turn yourself into the human equivalent of tangled up headphones. Repeat for far longer than anyone ever should. This would all be somewhat bearable if it weren’t as hot as St. George in August (I looked it up, that’s accurate).

As I stepped on the bright red and black mats, I could hear my heart beating through my chest. I sat there stretching my arms while attempting to memorize my techniques. The thought of forgetting a technique or part of my form paralyzed me with fear. Uncertainty ran through my head. Questions like, “what if I freeze and don’t know what to do?” and, “what if I can’t defend myself from the black belts?”. I began to regret spending time outside instead of practicing more. I knew I had to perform the techniques as best as I could. A few minutes passed, all five of the black belts

On 10/02/2017 at 0017 hours, units were dispatched to 627 Central Ave for a report of a Domestic involving a knife. I responded at emergency speed, priority one. Upon my arrival, I located the accused female in the bathroom.

I turned around and pulled my hair back as I checked it to see if any more been ripped out. But that was when I noticed Mrs. Perez lying on the gym floor. A few girls were already crouched down next to her and one was calling out her name as she fanned a hand in front of her face trying to give her oxygen. I looked at her lying there motionless and a sense of dread and shock begun to fill me. Did I do that? I thought. No, I couldn't have. I never touched her unless… unless she had caught an elbow when I was hitting Keri. I then heard someone say to somebody else, “Go get the school nurse,” and then a couple of girls took off running for the hall.

In our workshop for Stanislavsky, we focused on a warm-up technique he used that revolved around relaxation. Relaxation, according to Stanislavsky, is the best way to focus both our minds and bodies so that we are prepared to employ the highest amount of concentration on a scene. Therefore, for our workshop, after dimming the lights, we all laid on the floor. First, we went through our bodies relaxing every muscle as we went. I found that I was tense in areas I never even realized. After this, we, led by Anjalee, journeyed on a type of out-of-body experience as we attempted to both see and hear the world on a large scale, which required great concentration. This concentration was only heightened due to the relaxation exercises we had just undergone. Personally, I found the relaxation and the concentration techniques very successful, but only for being relaxing and heightening concentration. I still do not quite see how they truly would help my acting.

Examine a body art/live art practitioner in depth, using two pieces of their work as case studies. Using these pieces, contextualize the artist within the history of body-based/ live art performance. An Analysis of how performance artist Martin O’Brien uses abjection and pain in Sanctuary Ring (2016) and Mucus Factory (2011-2014) In this essay I will speak about the use of abjection and pain in Martin O’Brien’s performance works.

When I was younger I had always been described as mature. Although I wasn’t anywhere near being “mature”, it was a word always used to describe me, well-mannered and mature. While my brother was goofy and social, I was shy and serious. We were twins yet total opposites. As a child, because that was the word almost always associated with me, it crae unusual, almost toxic idea about myself. I had to be mature to be what people liked about me. So, it never occurred to me to be able to not take myself seriously and say something like “Oops that was dumb” and laugh it off. For some reason that didn’t make sense to me to say silly things like that.

I been through a lot to be of assistance for this awesome police officer in Chicago, Illinois. I went through being distributed from Cupertino, California to Chicago, to being manufactured in South Korea, being made into many different parts to be an intermediate good, and being different parts as a raw material. I’m starting with who I am ,I am a iPhone 7 Red.{I know, I know, I am fancy} I am with this officer where I go all around Chicago with my owner Officer Jentson and we go fight crime and help other around our community. I came to Officer Jentson through the FedEx mail. I originally came from different parts of the world. Before I got to Officer Jentson I was in Cupertino, California going through the distribution process, that process

I arrived at practice with my shoes laced, hair pulled back, and the mindset that I was unstoppable. I could play against every member of my team and come out the victor on any given day. It was the first day of practice that week, and challenge matches were scheduled to begin. The team went through our daily shuffle of drills, conditioning, and running to prepare for what was lying ahead. While warming up with my friends, I felt great, talking about homecoming, boys, and a variety of irrelevant events. I felt ready. The odds were in my favor and nobody could stop me.

At the beginning of my freshman year I was attempting to develop motivation as well as seeking purpose and determining value. Whether in school or during sports or other activities and events in my life, I was constantly searching for motivation towards a goal or achievement.

It was just the beginning of February. The winter cold, brutal, and yet normal for the people living in Michigan. My best friend Brian, his uncle Craig, and I were driving back together from Craig’s up north cottage. Brian and I were riding passenger with Craig in his Chevy Silverado pick-up. We were coming back from the annual Perchville Polar Bear Plunge that took place in Tawas, Michigan. A lot was on my mind since it was the second semester of my senior year, and graduation was right around the corner. I had no idea what I wanted to do, or where my future would take me.

all the people, you widely look around and see everything is already going to be so much fun. We finally pull up, and found a spot, and we started walking up to the entrance we had to get tickets first it was definitely a nervous experience we finally get to the gate, and walk in, and we started deciding which side to go on so we decide to start at the mummy that’s something I got to talk about. Ok so we go and get in line, the line was long. So we waited and waited and finally got a chance to go on but before we got on, me and my friend saw this one sign that said, high speed roller coaster and we lost it! I have never been on a roller coaster before. So anyways we got to the front,

A major kick to the ego and I'm brought back down to reality; Where my yoga practice is still just beginning; Where I am struggling to envision where this path will lead me; Where I make mistakes and learn from failure; Where I am conscious of my authentic nature; Where my deeply connected self is separated from ego and status. Sometimes all I need is to recognize the years of persistence and dedication behind someone who I call a teacher to realize the pupil I am and will proudly continue to be.

Walking into the class, I expected it to be an easy beginner yoga class with a lot of different stretches and poses. Boy was I wrong. As I walked into the class, there were about thirty people already sitting down in their poses on their mats, with their shoes off, and two sets of weights to the side of them. Seeing what I was supposed to get and do, I headed towards the back of the room, grabbed a mat, laid it out at the back of the room to avoid making a fool of myself, and went over to the box of weights where I grabbed two sets of weights

On November 19th, 2016, My family and I were going to Western Michigan University. We were heading off to watch the football and hockey game, my father told me it would take a few hours. Hours went flying by it felt like we were in a race car, we finally arrived hours later. We went straight to the dining area, it smelled like fresh made pasta and many more thrilling smells. As we made our way through the crowd, we found a table to sit at. Afterwards when we found a seat, we went darting off in many directions to look at all the food stations. Few minutes passed by when we all swarm like bees back to the table. We all seated and started eating, we talked about what we got for food.