Personal Narrative: Bazinga

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In kindergarten, we had sports day, a day where all the kids participate in athletic competition against other classes. The main event was the relay race. I was a pretty fast runner so I was put second to last in the relay. Though I gave everything I had, my clumsiness caused me to trip and fall. I immediately got back up with a bloody knee and passed 4 people and managed to be the second in the lead. Bazinga. I like to think that I have always had a lot of perseverance and determination. I think this part of me is what also helped me win the JV Volleyball Kanto Plain tournament with my team in my sophomore year. Whether it is in sports, academics or dealing with problems, I am not the type to give up, and I’m proud to know that I am a strong person. …show more content…

It felt so good to be the older one, instead of being an only child. One night, my mother was in the working in the basement, and as I was sleeping, I heard my one month old sister crying. I groggily got up and went to my sister’s crib. I was overcome with an overwhelming sense of responsibility. I picked her up, sat on my bed, and rocked her to sleep. Bazinga. Ever since the birth of my little sister, I have become more responsible than I ever had been. Being almost 10 years apart made me feel like I had the obligation to take care of my sister and make sure she’s okay. Since then, I have handled situations that require more responsibility. I believe that academically, I am pretty responsible. I try to get things done, and if I don’t, I take responsibility of my actions and handle the consequences the best I

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