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"For me giving up is way harder than trying"- Kanye West, Graduation

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My traits as an Enneagram Type 4 may lead me to glory, but lower me to defeat in tough times. In this event, my temper pulled through, showing me the consequences of my actions and what it can lead to. However, it also showed me what I can achieve and how far I can go by keeping my head up. Temperament is a common trait within fours, but it is a trait that pushes us past our standards and out of the expectations.

Enneagram

1984

Thematic Statement

Emergent

Harrison Bergeron

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Thematic Statement: Improving is not just becoming better, but acknowledging your flaws and growing upon them to become a better person for yourself, your family, and God.

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The cold, chilly feeling from the ice blasts the locker room. The loud, annoying music plays from a 4-foot-tall speaker in the visitor's locker room. Our locker room, however, was dead silent. Not a word was said, nor a word was going to be said. Stakes were high, and tensions were rough. People finished dressing, and we began lining up at the door, waiting for the Zebras (referees) to enter the ice while we took a look at Prosper’s signature blue helmets, a scary and frightening look on the ice. Pucks hit the glass, and both teams were warming up. My teammate Cooper said “This is gonna be an easy win”, but I didn't respond. We didn't have time to respond. This game was win or lose because if we lost, we lost our slim chance of qualifying for the State tournament. Coach Zak announced the starting lineup, and I was at Center. I skated to the center ice waiting for the face off. His black, unforgiving face mask blurred his face when he was in front of me. The referee dropped the puck, and I sent it back. The defense passed it across, causing a breakout within the neutral zone while the wing skated it in. I called for a pass “Me, me!” having a wide-open backdoor pass for an easy rebound goal. My teammate sent the pass, but just wide so the puck went deep into the corner. I raced towards the corner at full speed, but something hit me. Something big. My brain felt foggy after I got crosschecked on the head, but I could keep skating toward the bench and got questioned by the trainer. The rivalry had only begun. Afterward, lines were regrouped, and my linemate Hartman commented “The game is way more physical today, more than ever. I mean, you kind of expect it from a High School game, but refs aren't calling clear-cut penalties.” Agreeing, I frantically nodded, still shaken up from the hit. “Yeah, I got hit pretty bad right there. I don't know why he didn't call it when he went straight for my head. This game is getting pretty heated, I wouldn't doubt a fight breaks out when they crash the net.” This was a foreshadowing of a future event. I sat on the bench, looking hit after hit, until the center on the ice, Weston, came in for the change. Taking a look around, I got on the ice and rushed to the defensive zone. The puck was deep into the corner, meanwhile, the defensemen were getting pushed around the wall. Going full speed, I was able to force a tip on the puck up the hash marks, bouncing the puck off the boards to get it out of our zone, and getting to the red line. I looked up, searching for a teammate to pass it to. Upon searching, I said to myself “I left them in the dust. I'll try to skate it in and take a shot for a rebound for them to get.” The defense was ahead of me, with me having to get creative to go through them. I started doing cross-overs at the center ice, going wide and outside of the defense. Upon entering the offensive zone, I began cutting inside where I had 1 defenseman left. Moving the puck to my backhand, I flicked it side to side trying to get them to make a move, and they did. Now, it was just me and the goalie. I shifted slightly right, trying to get the goalie to shuffle creating space between his helmet and his glove. Gliding for a bit, the goalie finally bit, creating the space. I shot the puck and to my surprise, it went right through. Shouting in excitement, I skated to center ice, hitting my signature celebration, the Bow and Arrow. The game continued as usual, until the first scrum started. Like I had said earlier, something was bound to happen if they crashed the goalie, and it sure did. The play had started on their end, with one of their players skating it end-to-end. He had shot the puck, but it landed right at the goalie leading to a whistle. However, his teammate was right beside him, which led him to attempt to poke our goalie before my teammate, Finn, said “Hey! Dont touch my goalie”, to which I promptly added a snarky “Get a load of this guy…” while pointing with my thumb. Our shift ended and we slowly skated back to the bench. When I got back on, I skated backward and got the puck until I took a bad hit from behind when the trouble started. After the hit, I got up and started yelling at the ref. “You better watch the game, ref! I've taken 2 hits to my back and you haven't called anything!” By this point, I knew I had probably already gotten booked for misconduct, but I didn't expect one of the Prosper kids to stack on top of me and dogpile. I shouted “Get off of me” filled with emotion, but then he started punching me. I quickly got up, knocked him down, and dropped the gloves. However, he didn't drop his, which is the ultimate sign of disrespect in Hockey. He lay on the ground, helpless, as I mercilessly punched him. In a odd turn of events, the referee didn't see any of this. In perspective, he probably ignored him starting the fight because I had ran my mouth. In his eyes, he just saw me, punching and beating that kid, to the point where he called a 10-minute major on our team. I wasn't ejected, but I was sat, and the game spiraled from there into a 10-1 loss. In those 10 minutes, the bid for the Texas State Hockey Championship could have been completed.

Emergent

The piece emergent represents the mind's constant struggles with itself, both physically and mentally. The yellow man appears to be escaping from a cycle millions are in, but appears to be sucked back in while trying to escape. This piece has different perspectives on how you look like it. If I put myself in his shoes, I'm exactly like him. Sometimes, I try so hard to get out of a bad habit that I get into another one. This is a common trait within Type 4’s, often choosing to stay silent rather than face problems.

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Harrison-Bergeron

Harrison is a different man in a world full of robots. No one chooses to question, and everybody who chooses to question is put right back in line with the rest. Harrison sees the fabric of society and chooses to cut with scissors all across it. He jumps and leaps into dance, a truly free expression across time. Like Harrison, my freedom is my strong point. Leaping across my mind, we can see that I don't think like everybody else. I enjoy and dislike things other people may dislike, which is my strong point. My ability to tell right from wrong allows me to grow and prosper while being an enneagram type 4.

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1984-George Orwell

I relate to Weston, meddling between life and death, between morality and immorality. We follow Weston throughout the story pondering the meaning of life and how to live it. In his world, everything is controlled and issued by the government. We see small hints of individuality, which I can relate to. Almost like the song that goes “Should I stay or should I go”, choosing between individuality or conformity. Weston explores love in an authoritarian society, a move that got him executed. If I were to judge, Harrison would be a Type 4, because of his silent strength. His ability to try to explore in a limited world is fascinating.

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