A cool lesson that a teacher has taught me is that anything worth doing is worth doing well. My 7th grade band teacher at Fraser taught me that. Every day, he would put an inspirational quote up on the board. I loved almost all of them, but this one is my favorite because it can be applied to anything in life. I always think of this little piece of advice when I have to do something I don't really want to do.
I am proud of most of the work that I do. I believe that anything worth doing is worth doing well. Some assignments that I am proud of are my god/goddess project for English 9A and my in-class essay from English 9B. I got 100% on my essay and a 105% on my goddess project. I spent a lot of time on my project and put a lot of effort into my essay. I hope that I can continue to produce quality work.
When I googled my name, pictures from my etsy shop showed up along with some of my social media pages and a picture from one of my softball games. I hope that more pictures of my softball games will show up. I think that the footprint that I am leaving online is a positive footprint. I am very conscious of what I post online because I know that anyone can access your online footprint. I am searching a lot about college softball, so people would probably assume that I play softball or might be on a college softball team.
If I could choose a job to have in high school, I would want to be a waitress at a small non-franchise restaurant. I think that being a waitress would be a good job for me because I like to work with people and I can multitask pretty well. My mom is a part-time waitress and she still enjoys her job. I think that being a waitress would be a good job to start my career at.
This article is about trained elephants and how they never try to pull the stake that holds them down because they remember that they are unable to because they were not strong enough when they were younger. I would not want to have an elephant's memory because I would not want previous experiences to limit my ability to believe in myself because I have messed up before. My best memory is of when I hit my first out-of-the-park home run. I was in Florida with my travel softball team, the Batbusters for the World Series, our last tournament of the summer. It was our second to last game and I was up to bat. We were losing pretty badly and there were two runners on base. It was a 2-2 count and I got an inside pitch. I swung the bat and BOOM! The ball soared over the right field fence. I was sprinting to first and saw it go over. I slowed down and took the moment in. My team came out of the dugout to congratulate me. Even though we didn't end up winning the game, it was one of the best moments of my life. I couldn't stop smiling. I even got to keep the ball!