Thanking the Sir, I grab my glass and sit down to relax but find myself in a slight state of paranoia. A muffled scream is heard and I see some silhouettes dragging a figure towards a room. Thinking nothing of it, I return to peace taking slow sips of my drink. That peace is broken as I feel two strong men grab me, and someone else covers my mouth with some sort of fabric. Before I can even struggle, I feel my heart ache in pain and my body gives up drifting into a state of sleep.
I heard the inspectors heavy footsteps walking around upstairs and then towards the basement door. My heart was beating fast. More than fast. It felt like it was going to explode. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat and could hear it in my ears.
Look around the room ,do you see anyone who looks the same?You shouldn’t, no one is the same. The things about me are different from many other people I like to dance, I love vegetables, and I I also hate liars. The first thing you need know about be is that I’m a dancer. I am really competitive dancer. I have been competing since last year and ever since then I’ve been pushed.
My sophomore year in high school, I was nominated to be inducted into the National Honor Society. It was an honor to be chosen, seeing that the teachers had to nominate you. Now all I had to do was be accepted. Induction into the National Honor Society required an essay telling about yourself and why you should be chosen. I didn’t think I was very good at telling “why” I should be chosen.
During my junior year of highschool I was in the wrestling team. I joined my sophomore year to be with my friends. During that season I wanted to quit because the sport was stuff. It took me awhile to realize that wrestling is a independent sport. You would have to push yourself and sacrifice a lot for the sport.
I felt my heart hammering in my chest. I knew I was next and my anxiety was trying to get the better of me but I knew better. When I heard my name called, I slowly got up from my seat. I glanced around me and caught my brother’s eye.
When I was in the military, I remember training that included: rope climbing, low crawling under barbwire, jumping logs and window jumps. I found it to be so much fun. I liked the adrenaline rush the training gave me when I completed the courses. I served in the Army for four years in my third year, I broke my foot running and jumping to a rope during training. It caused me to develop a rare nerve disease that caused me not to walk for two years.
Honestly, I didn’t think I would make it this far. I didn’t think I would be up at 11 PM answering an insight question that asks me about me. I didn’t think that I would be sitting at a lunch table with my friends, eating and cracking jokes. I didn’t think I would sit down at the dining table singing happy birthday to my younger brothers and sister. I’ve struggled with depression for so long that it constantly felt like there was no point in fighting back.
A few years ago my brother and I joined karate. We both set our eyes on one goal; earning our black belt. Though the road would be long and treacherous, we both accomplished our goal; and in doing so I also learned something that affects me every day . I believe that I can do anything that I set my mind to. One early Saturday morning, I stepped out of my bed for weekend training.
Back then, I was a shy girl who kept to herself, now I try to face challenges head on instead of trying to go around them. It took a long time to accept myself and allow me to be me in all ways, not just Tae Kwon Do. I work hard to achieve my goals, never giving up or giving people a chance to pull me down. I remind myself why I am doing this, because I do not want to be a nobody. I am a somebody and I deserve to be heard.
As an eleven year old, a black belt in taekwondo had been my holy grail. A holy grail that would be only the beginning. From the young age of five years, I knew I wanted to do taekwondo. Through my journey I have fallen . I have cried.
My heart would palpitate while my skin flushed. I could feel myself getting hotter and more nervous as thoughts raced through my head. They weren’t connected, but they felt tied together, stuck. I felt as if my life was on a video reel but the sounds were distorted, and the film was held together by a shaky hand. My teacher looked at me, saying something but all I heard was unintelligible speech, the other students were staring at me while I prayed silently for a sinkhole to open up and remove me from the situation entirely.
A sense of accomplishment is invaluable to a person. Not only does a sense of accomplishment build confidence and faith in oneself, but it also allows one to reflect on how wonderful the journey to the accomplishment was, and how every little struggle and triumph was worth it. In the middle of summer, where time seems endless and the stress of the previous school year has been shed by students, I never expected to find out that I scored a five on both of the advanced placement exams I took. Nor did I have one-hundred percent confidence the goals we set as section leaders of the marching band would actually be met. Yet to my surprise, I had the good fortune of accomplishing challenging things in both aspects of my life.
Completing my Master 's degree was a learning experience for me because I had to juggle my school requirements along with my work schedule and home life. During the two years I took classes full time and worked full time. As the years went on I decided to become more involved in my learning experience by adding a part time job at the Center for Family Excellence as a lead group counselor. When it was time to complete my internship I decided to quit my job to focus on schooling experience. Deciding to have no income for 3 months while I interned at Pittsburgh liberty and Pittsburgh CAPA was the hardest decision I made but was the most beneficial experience.
I check my watch as I race to catch my first ever Austin Metro bus home. My metro bus ride to school in the morning proved disastrous. Taking the southbound rather than the northbound bus had left me confused while waiting for the return bus and embarrassed while explaining the reason for my late arrival to school. It 's 4:33. Oh man.
