Personal Narrative: Rolling With The Tide

Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.

I woke up and took one bite out of my pop tart but that one bite was all I could eat. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. My dad told me, “It is a true honor to even make it this far so go out there and have some fun.” Once I heard this statement, I knew I was ready to go. I arrived at school and boarded the bus. The car ride was an hour and fifteen minutes of hearing the squeaking of the wheel on the bus. My teammates were getting their heads ready for the big game.

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

culture. As a business student, I am no less influenced by money than the next

Summer of 2014 was off to a good start. Exams were over, the sun was out, and all I wanted to do was nothing. My wonderful bubble of apathy, however, was quickly burst by an astonishing ultimatum brought forth by my parents. Get a job, or we’ll put you to work here. At first, I argued, but as with every other time my hopes of laziness were quickly dashed. Immediately, Wagshal’s came to mind. A small gourmet butcher shop down the street, Wagshal’s had become a familiar place that we had been going to for years. I knew most of the staff there, and figured they might have a job for me. However, I learned that they were opening up a brand new produce stand this summer and were looking for teenagers to sell the produce. I eagerly applied, figuring

As I sat down to write how I have improved and what my weaknesses are it took forever for anything to come to mind. I kept thinking, “Well I did improve on this, but I would still consider it a weakness.” I was staring at my blank page on my laptop and my outline I did not come with any ideas. I excel at writing, and punctuation; however, I struggle in writing a thesis, comma splices, and word choices.

It was a Wednesday afternoon, I was a Hostess at John Cutter’s Steakhouse in Las Vegas, Nevada. This had been my job for the past couple months since I had quit working at my first job. It was slow and quiet that day, the door was right next to the Hostess stand like most restaurants and all I heard was a family eating and discussing something uninteresting on the patio outside. My boyfriend got me that job; it made pretty good money for a 17-year-old. It was summer of 2015, July to be exact. Everything seemed content and I was happy at that moment, little did I know that was all going to change very soon.

It was an early afternoon in September and I was going through my usual study plan for the SAT. My mom walks into my room with a sheet of paper.

On a normal,sunny day after school school,I hopped off of the yellow-orange school bus and walked home.When I got to my house ,my parents greeted me and then said,”Mia,we have to move in about three months.”My heart dropped like an apple from a tree.I was filled with dejection.

A Lasting Impact My heart is pounding, Anxiety is taking over. The trauma won’t escape me, Even after a whole year.

    Ever since I was a little kid, I had always wanted to travel. I have always wanted explore and discover the exoctic places the lie in other corners of the earth. Throughout my childhood I have watched many TV shows of people traveling the world and visiting famous landmarks I would hope to see one day. One of my favorite explorers, and survivalists is Bear Grylls, his adventures make me want to get out and explore the world on my own. I would one day like to be able to travel all around the world, and experience different cultures.

Turning the page and trying to be better each day can be a challenge. At times trying to make such transformations were difficult. As an only child, I did not have brothers and sisters to turn to so quickly for help. I relied on myself and sometimes that was not the best thing for me to do. Surrounding myself with people to help me was the first thing that I did. I watched other peers throughout my last years of high school like class representatives, teachers, counselors and their staff. Although I did receive some help from my parents, the majority of ideas that I began to input into my head came from others such as my peers. I felt like I could relate better with people who were my own age and held certain positions, whether it was

Beyond that, this is a really tricky puzzle. With the dilemma of the switch which changes the tracks, I would be indirectly killing one person to save five people. However, when pushing a bigger person off a bridge, I am directly killing him (let’s be real: I’d also go to prison for doing that).

When I was 5 me and my family were camping at Fresno with some friends and my friend and I were riding four wheelers all day until we got tired. We would race, hit jumps, and we would try to learn some new tricks.