Life in high school was never a breeze, but I did have it easier than most others. Although I was always more into the sports and activities side of school life I still maintained a 3.0 GPA. Plus, the basketball team I was on provided an easy and almost instantaneous camaraderie with my peers, which allowed me to bypass the typical nervous and shy meeting of new friends that the majority of students endure. The best thing of all, though, was the scholarship I was awarded: to play basketball at UCLA after graduating high school. I had always believed I would be granted one, right from the day I joined the team, just as I always maintained and believed in high aspirations for myself, but to actually achieve it was still surreal and staggering; by no means did I take it for granted. I treasured the fact that I had been noticed as a stand-out player, but I was also acutely aware that it did not happen purely from my belief in myself. The scholarship was the end-result of hard training, five days a week I hit the court, finding weak points in my game and working to improve them until they became strengths in my game. When I wasn't on the court training, I would spend as much of my free time as possible watching live and televised games and reading technique advice from the professionals. Each day I realized what I had achieved and I became a ball of buzzing excitement for the future. I had no fears or reservations about leaving my current life behind; I like change, and seeing the future unfold was exciting. Whether it was fate, karma or sheer bad luck, my life took an unexpected turn...
Some would say the turn was for the worst, but I cannot agree because out of any event comes the opportunity to find or create something positive. I remember the incident vividly: walking across the road on my regular journey home, turning around at the sound of a house alarm to see what was happening, followed by the squeal of brake pads rubbing against tires and the indescribable pain that surged through my body as I made contact with the hood of the car that rendered me unconscious.
Autobiographical Narrative of Colonial American Life The rise of the colonial era in the 1600s and 1700s was a time of reckoning and awakening for very many of us. Living in this time in the divided regions of America had its fair share of challenges for every person. It was worse if you are an immigrant from other worlds or had come in as a slave worker. These challenging times dictated
The driver's head was bloody like mine, but he was conscious. He didn't look at me, and didn't say anything. I noticed that the car had four passengers; it might have been a mother and father, and two daughters, both very close to my age. The eldest was on her cell phone. "at the intersection of State Street and Main. There were three cars involved," she breathed gently. "Are you guys
Narrative Contrast of the Male and Female Enslaved Experience in America: Comparison and Contrast of the Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass by Frederick Douglass and Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl by Harriet Jacobs Female and male autobiographical narratives invariably take different forms because of the different, albeit culturally constructed, nature of male and female experience. This is true of narratives of free people even today, but even
Life in Colonial America My name is John Smith and I have lived in the American Colonies for more than ten years now. I was born 40 years ago in the year of our Lord 1710, in Yorkshire England, the fifth son of a poor farmer, and of my four elder brothers, only two survived childhood. But since my father had only a small plot of land to work, he
By "story" I do not mean that the ways in which they understand (and enact) their lives are somehow false, fiction rather than fact. Rather, I am using the word in what might be seen as an essentially Jungian way: Each person's biography can be seen as a narrative, a story that the self tells about the self and to the self. It is the most fundamental story in
During the Kuomingtang era, women's role in society expanded substantially. Jung explains that her mother worked within the communist underground and married a young communist who eventually became an official in Chengdu. The role of women in this era was expanded to the greater liberties permitted under Kuomingtang governance. They shared in the burdens of their husbands and had greater control over their lives, and their relationships. However, they were
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