"Is Brian Ballard here?" With confused looks my history class searched each other for a response. Slowly I raised my hand, "Do you mean Brityn?" The Sub squinted down at the role sheet. "Ummm yes". Butchering my name once again, "yes Britney. Is that you?" Yep. Im here. You know how it goes. If you had a nickel for every time this or that happened to you, you would be rich. Well if I had a penny for every time I had to correct a stranger of my name. No not Brit-ney, it's pronounced Brit-tin. I would be a millionaire. But this was a new level. Brian? Really. Name and gender changed in a matter of minutes.
What's in a name anyways. For me, growing up included an endless string of nick names. Adults not wanting to sound illiterate calling …show more content…
I am 17 years old and I live in Moab, Utah. This is my story. Ever since I can remember my favorite thing has been to try new things. From food to activities I have always loved to be the kid who took the dares. When all the rest of the 4th graders were squealing in disgust I was the one kid who threw the dead cricket in my mouth and chewed away. One of my proudest moments. When I first heard about the mountain bike club I was in the 9th grade and it was the first year for them. I didn't think much of it because I was already knee deep in other activities. High school was going great and I wanted to keep trying new things. As the next year rolled around some how ended up at a mountain bike practice. Looking back on it I honestly can not remember the exact reason how I got there. But now I feel I was meant to …show more content…
Last year, my second year racing, I had the coolest experience happen to me. On the Sunday before a race I had to speak in my churchs's sacrament meeting. On the days leading up to the race I worked hard and prepped for the coming race. On Saturday day of the race after setting up our pit zone two people came up to me from a team in the valley wearing U of U shirts. After asking if I was from Moab they asked me if I had spoken in my ward last Sunday. I gave an uneasy assurance that I had and asked who they were. Although I can not remember their names, I will never forget what they said. The women spoke saying how touched she was by my talk and told me it was one of the best sacraments she had ever had because of it. Quickly I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming such a fantasy. Could this be true? Had my five minute spill about faith really have been more than just an duty. For me that talk was just another thing to stress me out. An obligation that took about an hour out of my morning. I never would have guessed that I was able to impact people with so much force. Enough for them to confront me and let me know. After that experience I learned a very valuable lesson. I have grown so much. I am am powerful influence. I can do
What's in a name anyways. For me, growing up included an endless string of nick names. Adults not wanting to sound illiterate calling …show more content…
I am 17 years old and I live in Moab, Utah. This is my story. Ever since I can remember my favorite thing has been to try new things. From food to activities I have always loved to be the kid who took the dares. When all the rest of the 4th graders were squealing in disgust I was the one kid who threw the dead cricket in my mouth and chewed away. One of my proudest moments. When I first heard about the mountain bike club I was in the 9th grade and it was the first year for them. I didn't think much of it because I was already knee deep in other activities. High school was going great and I wanted to keep trying new things. As the next year rolled around some how ended up at a mountain bike practice. Looking back on it I honestly can not remember the exact reason how I got there. But now I feel I was meant to …show more content…
Last year, my second year racing, I had the coolest experience happen to me. On the Sunday before a race I had to speak in my churchs's sacrament meeting. On the days leading up to the race I worked hard and prepped for the coming race. On Saturday day of the race after setting up our pit zone two people came up to me from a team in the valley wearing U of U shirts. After asking if I was from Moab they asked me if I had spoken in my ward last Sunday. I gave an uneasy assurance that I had and asked who they were. Although I can not remember their names, I will never forget what they said. The women spoke saying how touched she was by my talk and told me it was one of the best sacraments she had ever had because of it. Quickly I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming such a fantasy. Could this be true? Had my five minute spill about faith really have been more than just an duty. For me that talk was just another thing to stress me out. An obligation that took about an hour out of my morning. I never would have guessed that I was able to impact people with so much force. Enough for them to confront me and let me know. After that experience I learned a very valuable lesson. I have grown so much. I am am powerful influence. I can do