Personal Narrative: Religion Teacher With Katelyn Malizewski

Every group, club, and sport that I am a part of has shaped me into the human that I am today. Throughout my life, I have participated in several extracurriculars and adventures. While some have been a flop, others have pushed me out of my comfort zone and added different dimensions to me. As I have grown, my soul has evolved to be quite happy, selfless, and spontaneous. These are characteristics that can be attributed to some very special groups that I have made a part of.
As my love of kids kicked in, I became a religion teacher with Katelyn Malizewski in August of 2016. My crazy class of enthusiastic learners about Christ always brings happiness to my heart, like a good belly rub to a dog. The class of nine is comprised of mainly kindergarteners
Sometimes getting hit by a pitch, laying down a sacrifice bunt, getting in a tight pickle, and walking a batter are things that don’t look good on paper — could even hinder the chance of getting a scholarship — but are what the team needs at the time. Off the field, selflessness can translate into being the bigger person. Being the bigger person consists of growing up and being mature, such as: biting my tongue when someone says something I don’t agree with, not interjecting on someone when I know they are putting their own spin on the truth, and just dealing with people I’m not particularly fond of. Even doing a favor or task for someone else when it’s not the most convenient for myself, or giving up my own happiness for another’s are examples of maturity and
They are like my favorite tie blanket, and comparable to beating Rebecca Sletten in steps on FitBit. They make my days so good, and fill my nights with more adventure than the Backyardigans could ever imagine. They are the definition of spontaneous, which is one of my most favorite things in life. Without them I’d be going to bed before four in the morning, and would yet to have lost my Buffalo Wild Wings virginity. One could call us stupid teenagers, as we are comparable to those seen in the movies who have their feet on the dashboard, hands out the windows, good music blaring, and slushies in an arm's reach going down some curvy road in the wee hours of the morning. I have a very rare and special group of people who love to take good pictures, race complete strangers, and nearly drown in their own tears while laughing. My brain has jumped from desiring spontaneous moments to constantly looking for