Personal Narrative Analysis

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When I was told I had to write about a time when I was open to the world and vulnerable, I was frazzled. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to write. There was something keeping me from being able to begin this piece. It wasn’t the fear of appearing stupid. It wasn’t the fear of being laughed at. It wasn’t even the fear of being judged. None of those things inhibited my ability to begin this piece. What really made this piece difficult, was selecting just one moment where I embarrassed myself. I had so many moments to choose from. I embarrass myself as well as those around me on a daily basis. After hours and hours of deliberating (and procrastinating) I decided I would make this a riveting and inspiring piece about overcoming adversity …show more content…
Surprisingly enough, this wasn’t always the case. I’m going to take you on a bit of a field trip. We are going to go back in time to a miraculous era. I’m talking the best era ever. I’m talking the era of smartphones, Lady Gaga and Aeropostale t-shirts. I’m talking about 2009. It was the beginning of seventh grade, it was my first year of middle school. I was awkward, I had braces, and for some reason I thought it was cool to wear bright blue eyeshadow. Anyways, for some reason I still don’t quite understand I decided to try out for the field hockey team. I had never played field hockey before, or even heard of field hockey before. I showed up to the first day of tryouts rocking some Carolina blue Soffe shorts and a neon green pinnie that said “I <3 Soccer.” Needless to say, I sucked. I was honestly terrible. I was so scared I was going to get cut from the …show more content…
Instantly I raised my hand and volunteered. I wanted to be on the team with all of my cool friends so bad that I didn’t even care what position I played. As Cady Herron once said “it was better to be in the plastics, hating life, than to not be in at all.” I spent the next two weeks practicing and learning how to be a goalie. Then the big day came. It was game day. That meant I got to wear my uniform to school and show off to everyone that I was on the field hockey team. The day of the game I told everyone how awesome field hockey was and told everyone they should come watch the game. I was so excited! I was about to play my very first middle school field hockey game. It was cloudy out when the game started, but we played anyway. It was tied 0-0 for almost the whole game. Then, with fifteen minutes left it started to pour. We continued to play though because we were in middle school, we were athletes, and we were tough. The ground started to get slippery and muddy but we just kept playing. With thirty seconds life the other team came down the field and shot the ball. I was so ready for it. I hadn’t touched the ball all game. I was so excited to finally make a save. I stepped to the ball, getting ready to clear it out of the circle when the unthinkable happened - I slipped. This wasn’t a tiny slip, it was a big one (think of Charlie brown when he goes to kick the football and Lucy pulls it
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