I have been a troupe 1224 member of Estancia Drama since my sophomore year of high school. As a child, I took daring acting and modeling classes. My parents had difficulty taking me to them because I hated being on stage. I felt uncomfortable and afraid of everyone judging me.
We went around the neighborhood and my brother tagged along. We were wandering for a while when they decided to bike down the grassy ditch behind our houses, and I hesitated to accompany them. They went first and I stood above the drop, knowing very well this wasn’t a good idea. Taking one last deep breath, I pushed forward and started to make my way down.
My involvement with Best Buddies and UT SEEK (Student Engineers Educating Kids) has strengthened my appreciation for people of different backgrounds and conditions. As I discuss in my primary application, Best Buddies has opened my eyes to the struggles of disabled adults. By sharing time with my buddy and the entire
¨Never Give Up¨_ -Ethan Friend There was one day in the summer of my 7th grade year, it was a little different than others because I was about to head to Orlando, Florida to play baseball. This was a very exciting time for me and my entire team because we had worked so hard to get to this very moment at this very tournament. After a short flight we arrived in Orlando. This was a great sight because you could see ESPN World WIde of Sports complex from a mile away. This was a start to an absolutely great time and tournament in Florida.
On a hot summer day when I was around the age of thirteen, my family and I were having a cook out in our back yard. While the food was being grilled my Uncle Scottie volunteered to drive the children on the four-wheeler. This for us children was the most exciting thing ever. Before the four-wheeler left the yard, he checked the gas. We were running low on gas however; there was enough
Narrative Essay problems with format It was a normal Friday in March except for the fact that I got my license. So my friends and I thought about what we were going to do now that I have my license. Well, we cruised around town thinking we were hot stuff and that we were better that most kids in school since I had my license before many of my friends. We decided that we'd go off-roading since I had the huge truck. It was a hunter green 1979 Ford F-250 Custom. It had huge 33-inch tires, a loud crackling exhaust, and a unique 2-inch thick oak plank flatbed. It really was a beast. So we roared around the backroads hitting bumps and flying into fields just causing a little mischief not doing too much harm. After a week of horsing around
Imagine being on the back of an older brother's bike, arms hugging his chest tightly and flying down a hill, wind flowing through hair billowing out behind and lungs sore from shouting for joy. The next day is made up of begging for a bike and the passion to be the same one flying down that hill, wheels turning too fast to see and the landscape shooting by too fast to make out more than a blur. Soon, a bike is given with a bow on top, cherry red and oh, so beautiful. The next week is spent learning how to ride it; falling down, trying to balance, falling down again, and still, can't balance. Finally, enough practice allows the freshly polished cherry red bike to perch at the top of the hill, an eagle ready to fly, and then down it goes, seemingly soaring over the pavement.
There is nothing better than waking up to a beautiful spring day in the California valley! Not too cold, not to hot, just perfect! For riding bikes that is. As soon as I had finished my breakfast and gotten dressed I was flying down the road to good ole Greenhorn Creek Circle. Greenhorn Creek is where I and some friends always went bike riding. On this particular day a friend named Rowdy brought his bike ramp. When I arrived I saw them jumping it. When I pedaled up another friend, Vaughn, suggested
Goodbye It is amazing how many things we take for granted. We make plans for the day, and don't think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my cousin's death. I don't think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news.
Roller coasters may seem fun, but they’re even better when you are with your Dad. I was at Disney world. I was about to ride to the greatest ride of all time, Expedition Everest. It has always been my favorite ride. This roller coaster is on top of a mountain
I remember my family and I finishing our yummy, grilled peanut-butter sandwiches that my dad would always cook. I walked out outside, it was a beautiful, sunny day on a Saturday. It was about 70 degrees. The breeze felt amazing like you could just be outside for hours. Kids were outside playing on their play sets, seeming to not have a worry in the day. I've always wanted something that I could actually ride instead of just a fake four-wheeler that little kids had. When I first got one, I of course begged and begged my dad to take me for a spin. I wanted to learn, and I was very happy to get to ride this big, blue bike. He was always busy, but he made
“Wahoo!” I yelled while speeding down the steep hill. “This is so much fun!” I yelled to Carson. As we reached the bottom of the hill, I said “let's go again!” We walked our bikes up the steep dirt hill. Rocks got in our shoes as we walked. When we reached
When I was 5 me and my family were camping at Fresno with some friends and my friend and I were riding four wheelers all day until we got tired. We would race, hit jumps, and we would try to learn some new tricks. The next
When you were still in the kindergarten, friends were the people who romped about with you, played mischievous tricks upon everyone. When you were getting bigger, perhaps at primary school, friends were the people who helped you in your homework, who sung with you at the school choir. Had you
It was Tuesday, July 18th. I was a nervous wreck. In desperate need of clothes to wear to impress... her. I begged my best friend Todd to join me at Woodfeild mall. He gave in and we went. Todd and I shopped for hours. Nothing looked good enough for...her. We were running out of time. I made-do with four short sleeve shirts from Champs and two pairs of sweatpants shorts from h&m. The total came out seventy dollars. We walked out and got into Todds car. I was shaking the entire ride home. Will she like it? Am I going to look fat? What about my acne? What if she doesn’t end up liking me? Nothing else crossed my mind as we pulled up to my house and I was dropped off. There was around an hour and a half until I had to leave. I walked inside