Personal Narrative Analysis

My entire history of education can easily be viewed as a rollercoaster. Growing up I had moved around the school district a few times, figuring out which school fit me best. When it came to college all I could imagine was playing sports, I relatively shut my brain off to everything that did not have to do with sports or getting high grades. Hearing that Washington State University wanted me on their rowing team was one of the greatest days of my life. I loved rowing, I had always done it, I did not really know life without it. I traveled to Pullman one weekend in the later winter months of my senior year to test out the program, and it was everything I had hoped for and more. I was inspired by the coaches and their determination to better my skills, and I was infatuated with the team. I mean these girls could easily be related to me, we were so similar in every way. I felt at home.

After arriving to school in August at my peak of happiness, things went south to say the least. Two of the coaches who made me fall in love with the rowing program at Washington State left within my first week of practice. Following the coaches leave, about half the team who I had met over my visit and continued contact with over summer had quit as well. In a state of confusion and anger I decided to keep my head up and try it out for the remainder of the semester, though quickly realizing the program just was not for me anymore. A few months later I applied to Western Washington University, as their assistant coach had been the start of my entire rowing career, and I knew the team had performed well each year. I was not ready to give up the sport I love quite