"You can do anything for just five more minutes, only five more minutes." This is my mantra—what I mumble to myself as I run the 3.1 miles of complete pain, cross country. This is my mantra—what I tell myself as I lie in bed typing away on an English essay due in a few hours. This is what I tell myself when I am surrounded by noisy, hyper underclassmen—or by fussy babies at the nursery where I volunteer. My mantra has become a useful, inspirational aid to assist me in whatever challenges come my way. Throughout last year and now, I have come to discover that even if goals are not met, or expectations not reached, everything is possible to overcome. This realization in the summer before junior year, marked my transition into adulthood. My first year running cross country was sophomore year. I had …show more content…
Yes, three times a day. When I first explained to my friends who do not run cross country, they thought I was crazy for going. At the Vanessa Behan Crisis Nursey, where I have volunteered for almost two years, I admit that my mantra has helped me through some difficult shifts. Most shifts I relish the days that I can play with children who are over-the-moon about bubbles and chalk. But some days, the volunteers are swamped with the full capacity of children, and I have baby spit-up on my clothes. In these times I wish for nothing more than a shower and a chance for some quiet. (transition) "Only five more minutes, you can do anything for just five more minutes." This is mantra—what I hear in the back of my head as I am singing in my final choir concert, or as I am parasailing in Hawaii, when I swing ??, or as I cheer on the mighty Bullpups at the Homecoming football game with my best friends. It is during these “five minutes” that I cherish fleeting moments of pure happiness, for in high school, I have realized that five minutes is truly a tiny fraction of