My eyes were closed; replaying all of the moves and techniques my karate instructor taught me in my head. All the blocks: knife hand, back hand, spear cut. All the kicks: crescent moon, high kick, back kick. All of the good distracting areas: solar plexus, right side blind spot. Everything.
I opened my eyes and watched as the crowd was starting to cheer the two people on that were sparring vigorously and aggressively on the mats. In a few moments, though, I knew one of those people would be me trying to get my opponent to the ground with as much techniques and power as I possibly could.
Those few moments passed and the two that were just sparring had finished and my opposing team had won. So far, they;ve won every single sparring match. This terrified me. I’ve never actually sparred a classmate nor’ made physical contact with another person body as I was going to be forced to do right when I walked onto that blue mat.
Closing my eyes once more and breathing in deeply I thought about all the reasons as to why I had to do this; why I had to win for my team. Letting my breath go I stepped onto the mat and instantly the biggest thought of all came to mind. That little boy, Martin Richard. The little boy that didn’t even get to see his ninth birthday; the little boy that was killed while running in the Boston Marathon due to a bomb exploding.
I would win this sparring match for him. In my mind I’d picture that little boy running on and passing that finish line, with no harm in his way. He’d be indestructible because, in some strange way, that’s how our nation was. He represented us, in my mind. Young yet valiant, strong and powerful. He’d pull through that marathon as our people are pulling through this terrorist act. He is us making us a whole. Making us one.
[ Esteban Julio Ricardo Montoya Del a Rosa Ramirez voice] Thees ees a deesaster!
You guys I can’t help but scroll down on my newsfeed (on twitter) and die of laughter. Why? Because of the jokes we, Americans, are making about North Korea threatening to bomb us. Like seriously. Can you not? Go home North Korea, you’re drunk.
To This Day Project
This video means a lot to me. I can’t quite explain why but it just does. The very first time I watched it I cried like a baby but that didn’t stop me from watching it ten million more times. I am currently subscribed to this man to get more updates on this project because of how brutally honest this video is. Just, please, watch this and let it sink in. Please.
School frustrates me, a lot. There are many reasons for this but the main reason behind my frustration is the high amounts of work and pressure the teachers apply to the students. Now-a-days students are expected to attend school for 8 hours a day, for five days a week, and then go home and do a high amount of homework that relates to what we did in class that day. Most adults think that this isn’t a problem for us because n the old days there wasn’t as much technology as there is today and people automatically assume things are easier for us because we have more technology but all it does is make teachers pile more work onto students. I have four older sisters, three of which are graduated, and when they come over and visit they always see me doing homework and they complain and make comments about how when they were in school it wasn’t as bad as it is, today.
Music. It’s something I have a strong positive passion for. Whenever a beautiful melody is playing in my ears I feel at home; I feel at peace with my surroundings. Even if the song that is playing is upbeat and crazy I keep calm and collected while listening to the story that is being told. Sometimes when I am in most depressed mood and there is no one I could turn to it’s music that’s there. I could go on and on about how much music means to me but I don’t want to bore you with the things many people have said. On that note I will say that music is something my life revolves around literally. If I ever lose my headphones or they break I find a way to listen to it even if I have to blare it out of the speakers on my laptop, the speaker on my phone or on my iPod; I must have the sound of music around me. There, honestly, hasn’t been a day where I have not listened to music, even if it’s just one song.
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