Memoir Monday: Patience

I remember the time I realized that patience is an advantage. It was Christmas season, and I wanted this present badly. I kept asking for it again and again and again, until my mom told me that the more I insisted, the less chances were of me getting it for Christmas. So I stopped insisting, and started being more patient. When it was Christmas Eve, I got the present I have been asking for, but then was more patient and stopped.

That was the day I learned, that patience is a virtue.

Obama's inaguration

I entered the room, it was full with all the middle school. Alan, Brandon, and I were back from recess, and found ourselves with a crowd of students looking at the projected image of Obama.

"Their gonna shoot him" Alan said.

The image turned into a video, and everybody was silent. Obama was reading the same oath Abraham Lincoln had read when he went into office.

Obama said his final lines and everybody started cheering.

Memoir Monday: My First Time Playing Baseball

If you ever say the word summer your first thoughts would be, going to the beach, pool parties, and baseball. I would think that way too, except for the last one, until August. August was the first time I played baseball, real baseball, not the backyard catch game. I wasn’t good the first time. Ground balls would go between my legs, I would barely grace the ball when I batted, and fly balls would sail over my head. I didn’t give up because it was the activity I enjoyed the most. Now, after practice and dedication, ground balls rarely go by me, I put the bat on the ball consistently, and fly balls are destined for my glove.

This proved to me that any goal can be accomplished if you have dedication.