Personal Narrative: A Career In High School

Like an easygoing vacation, life was relaxed. Everything that I did felt easy. I did things that I was asked but nothing more than what was expected. I had some setbacks, but learned to push them past me knowing they probably would never amount to anything. School was great and I put little effort into it, but still got decent grades. Within softball I was working at an acceptable pace, but every now and then wondered what I could achieve with just a little more effort. I lived up until 7th grade with thinking I was doing just fine. Sometimes it became an issue because I would want to be better at things but I did not want to try hard.

Life was a summer breeze that blew through your hair without breaks or hesitation. The more I thought about

I wanted to keeping moving along but I did not want to put in the time. I loved the game but sometimes I just wasn’t into doing it. I kept that same mindset when it came to being an overall better person. I could be kinder and not make a comment about everything people say or do, but I did not want to try. Again I went about this mindset with grades too. I wanted good grades but I did not really need to work hard for them. I almost wanted them to come natural to me. I was fine with a low grade because I did not see how it would affect me so I wasn’t bothered the

I wanted to be good and I wanted to do my best so I had to make sacrifices. There is nothing better than being rewarded and working hard was going to give me the rewards I wanted. Life was going to be different but I would now have a new meaning and a new purpose with life. Hard work is defined as a great deal of effort or endurance. That is what I needed and how I was going to get better. Maybe life would be a little harder but to be better I had to work hard. Hard work is going to get me somewhere and nothing is not.

I started working hard in everything I did. For softball instead of sitting around I was out hitting on a tee or throwing into a net. “I’m going to be hitting off the tee, if you need me!” I would shout already walking out. After working almost everyday my progress which started slow became as rapid as a cheetah and my improvements were being noticed. I was working towards being one of the best on my team. I became committed and dedicated a lot of time to working on softball. Not only was I noticing it but coaches were too. Coaches would acknowledge me with, “Awesome job kid!”

I would smile and reply with, “I