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I was going to go! I promised myself, and my coach, that I would! I was really sweating, my face was seriously turning red, like I was eating a fireball! All of my teammates and coaches were all staring at me. I was so terrified and I felt like I was in the ocean with sharks surrounding me and going to eat me any second! “OK, this is silly” I told myself. ‘I 'm going for it!” I started to run in very slow motion and sped up, I started putting my hands on the ground and I could just see eyes staring right at me! I began to put my hands back, well they were touching the other side of my body, well very quickly lifting my body up from the ground and…… Finishing!! I could already see my friends coming to me and putting their hands out so give me a REAL BIG HIGH FIVE! Well my coaches were coming right after them! I seriously jumped up and down with the most excitement I’ve ever had! I was trying to get that for years I felt like! And guess what? I did it! Gladly,that was the last rotation before we got to go home! I was so thrilled to tell my mom

The Omaha Platform of 1892 didn’t immediately bring the results that the Populists were looking for. However, it did eventually lead to some precisely notable changes in the governmental practices America knows today. Take, for example, the Graduated Income Tax demand made in the Omaha Platform. The Populists asked for a change in the way workers were paying taxes, considering at that time, taxes were paid by the population of each state, not by how much that population earned. Furthermore, the taxes were not managed by the federal government, they were collected by the individual states. There was an obvious problem with this type of taxation and the Populists demanded that the issue be solved.

I kept thinking, “Come on Arika, you have to get up and finish this game,” but I physically couldn’t. I finally rolled onto my back and opened my eyes. All I could see was the blue sky and the smell of dirt and sweat on my skin. Now at this time I can see my coach squatting above me, but my eyes kept fluttering like crazy. My body was numb and my head was pounding so hard that I felt like my brain was going to explain out of my head. Finally I got to sit up. My head was still spinning. Tim, the athletic trainer, and my coach helped me stand up and walk off the

I told myself, "come on Lina you can do it," next thing I knew it was two strikes and three balls. it's now or never Lina strike three the ball was over the fence and into the street but it was as if it turned around and headed right for me I put my glove up and felt something hard hit my hand I caught the ball but it was already too late the girl already hit a grand slam(she got four people in including herself)my eyes started burning I tried to hold them back some very strange back but I felt something sliding down my cheek I ran into the dugout and I could not stop my feet. I got to my mom I held her like there was no going back, all I felt was a warm body hugging me. I slowly looked up and cried "I don't want to play I disappointed my hole team."

It was a Wednesday night during the summer when something happened to me that I will never forget. My volleyball team was in Hutchinson for a summer league. I was not able to play because I have Rheumatoid Arthritis so I went to support them. I was ecstatic because we had gone undefeated that night. While they were playing, storms were building up just outside of Hutch. When I walked out to my truck, I noticed that the storms had come closer and closer. Also while I was walking, it started to lightly sprinkle. When I left the Salthawk Activity Center, it started to downpour. Little did I know, my night was about to be turned upside down.

I step up to the plate, I hear my teammates cheering me on and my coach saying “give it a rip!”.

My uniform colors were navy blue and gold and our mascot was a lion. Then, I just stood there in the locker room fidgeting with my hands because the anxiety started to accelerate. After The Lady Lions dressed into their uniform we went into the gym to practice before the other team arrived at my school. About twenty minutes later the team we were playing against arrived. They were the Bulldogs. The school colors on their uniform were red and white. Coach Adams called our team over and told us where everyone would be standing on the volleyball court. Coach Adams also told us to call the ball because it will prevent an accident and told us to have a good

As we traveled from Winner to Rapid City, we made many stops, from Pine Ridge to the Bad Lands. As we pulled into Rapid I started getting excited but also getting a sick feeling to my stomach, like stomach had butterflies but also was in knots. As we got to the Civic Center, I was more nervous than excited, then I saw some old hand game friends and went to scrimmage with them. As my team and I were scrimmaging my sponsor was in a meeting, a few minutes later, being team captain or head guesser, I

I ran as fast as I could, I was tired but knew that I had to keep going. The sun shone down ferociously making it very bright and torrid. I felt sweat drip from just above my brow into my right eye. My eye began to get a burning sensation just as I turned the corner. My muscles ached, but I knew I had to shift into overdrive and pick up the pace. I started to run faster and faster. I began to get the feeling like I was about to throw up, but knew that I couldn’t stop now. I continued to sprint to the finish, and just as I crossed the finish line I looked to the clock and noticed that I set a new PR. The feeling of happiness that swelled up inside me took me back to the practice on the tuesday of the previous week: That day it was hot as fire

We rushed out onto the field for the last time. The chilly rain was pouring down. The field was soaked. With every step I took there was a sloshing sensation in my cleat. I put my game face on. No ball would get by me. We were going to score. We were going to win. For the next twenty five minutes, I watched a back and forth in the midfield. Several times I stopped the ball and passed it forward to Kaylee, only for the pass to be intercepted before we were able to score. And then, just as the clock was running down to under five minutes left, I stopped a hard pass just outside our circle. I dribbled for several

My team jersey, a small yellow t-shirt embroidered with our schools logo, “Asian Public Schools,” hung loosely around my body. I had on my white ironed shorts, my white

I was running to catch up with my team we were about to go on I was running late because I did not land my tumbling pass so I had to redo it. We have our team pep talk everyone is buzzing with excitement and we are nervous, my sister stands on my left and my best friend on my right we hold hands and jump up and down trying to calm down. I can hear the music coming to a stop and soon I hear the announcer “Let’s give it up for the team from Middleville Michigan!” Goose bumps run up my arm and the lights shine right in my face, I put on the biggest smile and get ready to start. I can never remember what happened during the routine, I was so excited and everyone told me we did amazing and everything stuck. As we run off the mat we are handed a trophy, and I grip it so tight that my knuckles turn white. Ever since I was little, it has always been my favorite part to see a trophy in my hands knowing I did a great job and I had fun while doing it.

My coach ran up and gave me high five and he smiled at me. I thought that I wouldn’t be able to do it until I gave it a go. I learned that if I tried hard at something that’s very important to me, I can accomplish anything I set my mind to it. This year I overcame my fear of not being able to serve overhand, and learned to block out all distractions and just play the game. One day when I was serving in a game against the hardest team in our league, Mr. Robison decided to pull me out for serving.

It was around 3:30 on a cold winter afternoon, and my brother and I pull up into the Highschool parking lot. As he pulled up to the door of the school, I thanked him for the ride and he sped off to return home. I opened up the doors of the school, and worked my way down the steps, to the wrestling room to weigh in, and wait to leave. As upon entering, I was greeted by other wrestlers roaming the hallways. As I entered, I threw my things down next to someone and sat down. With the butterflies in my stomach starting to emerge, I was still content. The group of us sat in the large room joking around, and talking. Then it was all stunned to a halt when my coach yelled at us to “listen up.” He instructed us to gather our things and get

Friday night arrives. Slowly, I slide my jersey on over my shoulder pads. The realization fortifies itself. Who am I? Where am I? Any and all possibilities replay themselves over and over like a broken record in my head. Standing as still as a portrait, my hands shake like maracas in a mariachi band. Moms, dads, sisters, cousins, …sit watching. Beads of sweat courageously fall from my forehead to my chin. Anxiety changes me. I take the field. Standing patiently, I stare at my teammate as if we were taking a field of battle. He violently stares and screams at me, “We are who we are.” The crowd roars so loud that you can’t think. Whistles blow, and it begins. I slowly jog forward until the ball is kicked. Contact creates chaos. As I’m