Personal Narrative: A New Team

Tonight was a game that determined the outcome of the season. Tonight they had to win. Tonight was the night where they had to improve their record. York High is a tough team full of many talented athletes, but lacking the knowledge of the game. Or so we thought. Walking into the locker room, you could feel the intensity of the guys. They knew that their season depended on tonight. It was their last night as freshman football players, it was their last night to make a name for themselves. They tried to play it off as if they weren't nervous, but I could tell otherwise. Dani, the injured guys, and myself had the water filled and ready to be loaded onto the bus in no time. Now it was just a matter of getting all the guys onto the bus. At 3:30 the bus arrived, and that meant game time would soon be approaching.

Every once in a while each of us needs some type of an awakening to the sense that it is not always going to be a “my way” journey thru life, but instead, a “best for the team” journey. I say “team” because what will work for one group may not work for another, so we must have the ability to adapt to our surroundings. Furthermore, this awakening is not restricted to work only, but will reach out to our personal lives also. Personally. I have worked with people of different nationalities, religious beliefs, political standings, and social/financial standings. In each case a mutual respect for each individual lead to the success of our task whatever it may have been.

High school. The place where your supposed to find yourself, determine who you are and who you want to be. Some people take this opportunity for good and some take it for granted. Those who abuse this opportunity end up broken and lost and they never find their true self’s till they have lost everything they ever thought they had.

Overall, my first semester has been going pretty well. The semester is going like a roller coaster up, down, and fast. I have some bad days and some good days. Through this semester, I have many challenges I faced which I honestly did not want to face. Even though I just wanted to dodge or run away from the challenges, I still face them and fought through them. Some challenges I face this semester, hopefully not in the next, are procrastination, time management, and laziness. I have not only gone through challenges; I have also gone through successes. I am proud of turning assignments on time, passing tests and quizzes, completing my SCR points, and being involved in clubs. Being in Biomed has helped me grow as a student in the area of knowledge.

Walking into the coffee shop where everyone else , including me now, confronts people in their lives and continues to discuss important topics. The decorations around me are plain and simplistic, nothing special about this place whatsoever. I wait patiently for my invite to show, mentally preparing myself for the conversation that I want to have so desperately. I think of the topics I want to bring up and the ones I want to focus on more than others. Nervously, I continue to wait and talk myself out of thinking that they wouldn’t show at all. A few minutes filled with deep breaths later, finally they’re here. I walk over to the table we agreed to meet at, and sat politely before greeting them and waiting for a response. I cleared my throat and looked at my lap, trying to refrain from saying anything I’d regret. Taking a deep breath, I tried to remain professional while addressing the topic. Finally, my attention was brought to the person seated in front of me, to the world in front of me. With all the courage I could muster I stared dead into its

So, I made a wrong turn today - literally. My brother called to cancel plans while I was driving, and I ended up somewhere in the DEEP south. (cue banjos) But I am wholly confident that God uses every of my wrong turns for his good.

Session held at the SVABA center. Activities: Elefun snakin' Safari, blocks p, self-help skills p, reading, video time, Thomas & friends, outdoor activity, walk to Lowe's and snack. While playing with Elefun snakin' Safari and Thomas & friends, DI and Matteo worked on playing cooperative with more than one child. Matteo did an amazing job sharing toys and taking turns. During self-help skills, DI and Matteo worked on potty training and cleaning face. During potty time, Matteo need it several verbal prompt to follow the steps. Matteo did an awesome job during

The wistle blew and I stepped up to the free throw line loking at the players jostling, beads of sweat glistening on their necks like raindrops. Inhaling, I rose up and took the shot, tetering on the rim, it fell off. Screaming, I called for the ball and shot, arcing and missing by a lot. Wellpinit got the ball and ran up the court and got a nice jumper in before we could

I think our group had very good team chemistry and worked very well together. We were able to help each other and encourage each other in the whole process. During the late night in Upper Sayles or on 4th libe we were able to get the work we need to finish done but at the same time have fun. Some challenges we encountered was finding time to get together to meet up because we all were very active in extracurricular activities. I was difficult to have class work for two other classes, campus jobs, varsity sports, club sports, and dance practices and yet make time to meet, but we met this challenge and found time. Also at time during the project it was discouraging when we had to change the direction of the project also the pain staking efforts

My best collaborative team experience was in an extracurricular club where we had to design an underwater robot for competition. Like any other challenges, the robot had parameters that it must follow such as a weight limitation, the amount of motors that it could use, and the cost of materials could not exceed twenty dollars. My teammates and I brainstormed and mapped out any and all ideas for our robot before we critique the designs. Afterwards we looked at which plans were realistic in that the robot could be built in the 6 weeks we were given for the challenge. Once we came to a consensus on our plan for the robot, we all agreed to meet every Tuesday and Thursday to work on constructing it. Every member contributed to the final design

My first team project was not a very good experience. Out of the six total students assigned to the group, we only ended up with four. One of the team members only participated the minimal amount that was required and another one did none of the work, she just agreed to whatever was posted. The lack of participation made the project stressful and a lot of work. I believe that communication is one of my stronger strategies. Even though my first project turned out well, because of that experience I typically don’t like online projects. I prefer a team project that does require you to meet in person some of the time. I think when you must face the person it makes it harder for you to slack.

“Ready let's do this!” Those are the last words I heard from my coach until I got hit. This all started as a normal practice, until my Alex (my coach) asked me to something new. The thing she wanted me to do was a front flip while my bases threw me in the air while holding on to my backspot Izzy’s hand. So they threw and as I was coming around my hand and Izzys hand somehow came undone and her elbow came down my head was coming around and they hit. When I got hit I kind of blanked because my coach told me that I kept going after I got hit and I don’t remember that till this day. So after my bases let me down I started crying because it hurt really bad and after I sat on the ground I felt my head where I got hit and it felt like I have a 5 inch bump coming out of my head. So my best friend Laura went and got me ice from the trainer. When she got back with the ice I put it on my head and I suddenly felt tired. I told my coach that I was really tired and she said that I had to stay

We trailed by eight points at the half with two of our most aggressive players fouled out. Coach Kipp threw his clipboard with anger, and the clipboard slammed against a locker.“Pick it up! Come on let’s go! No more fouls or I’ll be playing Kile over here!” Coach Kipp was aggravated. “We should be in this game! Now get out there and start warming

Slam! I ran out the door to my car. This was my first day of senior year at Lincoln High School. This was the year I had been waiting for. I was envisioning my year. I would be basketball team captain and starting point guard, finally asking my crush out, landing a spot on honor roll--what could be better? I could not help but grin as I plopped into my car and threw my backpack into the leather passenger seat. It was a cool August morning and dew was scattered about on the patches of grass in my yard.