You shoot up from your warm bed. You rub the sleep from your eyes and glance at the clock, which strikes 6:10. It seems as though your heart skips a beat. The cozy blankets try to keep you enthralled in their warm grasp as you jump from their reach. The bus to Buffalo leaves in twenty minutes and you should’ve woken up an hour ago. You frantically toss on your oversized sweatshirt and leggings and race to the kitchen, in hope that you have time to sneak a quick bite to eat. As you run in, you see that your mother has made you two slices of toast, crisp and crunchy, spread with a thick layer of creamy, melted butter. While running around the house, munching on the perfectly toasted bread, you quick grab your swimsuit and bag, which …show more content…
The frosty morning breeze snaps at your ears and nose as you step away from the warm aroma of the bus, so you rush inside to the sports center. As you scurry in, you are stopped abruptly, meeting a large crowd of strangers gathered in the main entrance. There is barely room to squeeze past anyone, as every swimmer in New York who qualified for States, was in this one building. You finally find your way to the pool. After walking past several team banners, you finally see the banner labelled “Auburn Stingrays” and you spot your mom and dad off to the side, setting up a blanket for you to sit on. You toss your bag down and hug your parents for a final good luck before the meet. After you part from the hug, your hair is tousled by you dad, and they turn to go find a good seat before it gets filled up. “Ten minutes until warm up!” shouts the head coach of the team. You realize that you haven’t even had time to put on your swimsuit yet. You zip open your bag and grab your sleek swimsuit with a blue swizzle to resemble a stingray tail and run to the locker room to get …show more content…
You’re lining up now!” You turn and look at the whiteboard, and sure enough, a big 19 is spread across the top. Although it pains you to do it, you remove your heated, comfy layer of sweats, exposing your newly formed goosebumps, and head down to the pool. When you arrive at the table, a woman checks off your name and tells you to sit in the fourth chair down. It’s only been an hour, and the woman looks as though she has been working for three days straight. You don’t recognize either of the girls sitting next to you. It turns out that the girl to your right is from Watertown, and the girl to your left is from Cortland. You strike up a conversation with the girl from Watertown, and it turns out that you have a lot in common. Gradually, the line would inch forward, and you would be stuck sitting in someone else's chair, in which they had left a pool of water in, so you resort to sitting on the very edge of the chair. About two races before your own, your coach walks by, and starts talking to you, knowing that you are very nervous. “Don’t worry about it, you will do fine! Just remember, the faster you swim, the faster you’ll be able to dry off and get warm again.” You nod and laugh shyly and continue to anxiously wait for your race.
Your first race has finally come. You climb onto the stepping block, and your legs are so unstable that you might as well just fall into
It wasn't Stony Brook's fault, they said and did all the right things. The media finally hopped on board, there were articles, ESPN love, and radio appearances. As much as a team tries to control the outside noise, it's never as easy as it sounds.
Pennny is a colorful fuzzy ball of fur. Pennny has butterfly wings and big rainbow eyes. She wears high socks, her hair sticks up and she wears a bow in it. She also carries a pink and purple magic wand. Her fur is blue and she also wears a silver neckless with magic dust in it.
Imagine taking one step into a chlorine-filled arena. The humid air rushes onto your skin. An immense smile spreads across your face. This is because you know everything is about to change. In less than 24 hours you will be holding a glistening gold medal in your hand, standing up on the podium while the Star Spangled Banner blares for the whole world to hear and tears will stream down your face. Taking one look back at your coach, Teri McKeever, you realize if it wasn’t for her you would not be here. Graciously, you run up, swing your arms around her body, and embrace her in a powerful hug that says it all. Swimming is a very intense sport and consumes every second of a swimmer’s free time. However, putting in hundreds
outs, and a lot more examples. People from the surrounding areas would gain from this
Ithaca College, known as IC, is a private college located just an hour’s drive south of Syracuse, in Ithaca, New York. The school was founded in 1892 as a music school. While it has always specialized in liberal arts, Ithaca College also offers a number of programs in business, science, and communications. It is popular for its degrees in journalism, performing arts, and health sciences.
During the spring of 2015, I missed all of the time cuts to make Speedo Sectionals, forcing me to compete in a much slower meet at the end of the season. There are few things I have experienced that are more crushing than trying my hardest and falling short of my goal. Despite the heavy disappointment, I used the opportunity to harden my resolve and use my strengths to my greatest advantage. Along with my coach’s help, I used my ability to think strategically and hone my technique through focus on the smallest details from how I would approach a swim mentally to how I would warm up. My coach had many important and useful suggestions and lessons from his past experience that required me to be an active learner that could apply his information.
Lonestar College is the first college that I study in the United States. Everything is new and completely different from my hometown but especially it is very impressive. It was very difficult for me to integrate and to properly handle everything, Lonestar College has helped me a lot, and since then Lonestar College has become very close to me as a second home.
In today’s society, a good quality education is an important and valuable necessity. As a college student at Lone Star College, my college experience has greatly influenced me in an enormous amount of ways. By attending college, I have not only had a chance to receive a quality education and degree, but also an opportunity to socialize and interact with various people from different cultures. In addition, the professors on campus have been extremely helpful towards teaching me to succeed in both inside and outside the class room. Furthermore, my college experience at Lone Star has greatly influenced and encouraged me to be successful and achieve my dream of becoming a doctor.
“Final call girl’s four by eight-hundred-meter relay” called the official. The Ontario Track girl’s four by eight-meter team trooped up to lane one, in unison. I would not have wanted to be racing with anyone else but my relay family. We had trained all season for this one race. Every workout, asthma attack, tear, and shin splint has lead up to this one race to break a twenty year old school record. As we jogged with the official from the bullpen to the starting line, the crowd had uproars of excitement for the athletes. An immense smile grew across my face, not only from the ecstatic crowd, but from the anticipation to race. I approached the starting line, in the first lane, while my teammates arrayed along the fence with the other second,
I have to say that today’s discussion was pretty much interesting. I heard a lot of stories from my classmates.
Hofstra University is a prestigious, intellectual community. Hofstra’s students are well-rounded intellectuals who have a passion for their studies. As Vice President of my class for two consecutive years I have become a well rounded person through my encounters with my fellow classmates and community. Through community service activities such as Safe Halloween, Senior Citizen Prom, and many food drives with the Student Council and Philosophy Club, I have engaged myself in not only the community writhing the halls of Bethpage High School but also in the Bethpage community. Hofstra University offers numerous clubs and activities which will enable me to continue my involvement in my community. I would love to attend Hofstra University to continue my other activities as well. Mock Trial Club and Yearbook Club have become two of my biggest passions. The dedication to these clubs and preparation necessary to achieve something within these clubs are completely different
Never running in muddy and cold weather like this, I became even more nervous, hoping I would not fall. Only thirty minutes before the race, I began stretching. After stretching, I found my chute and realized I would be sharing it with three other girls. We talked until the official came over to talk to all the girls. “Girls who participating in the 1A race, you have 1 minute until the race starts,” the official explained. Quickly I took off my outer garments until I was in my shorts and jersey tank.
Today was the first meet of Xavier Thomas senior year. And he is the best swimmer on the team. But Xavier isn't the only senior with many scholarships. He has a best friend who will help him. Her name is Chloe. She has been Xavier’s girlfriend for three years, and she is the fastest girl on the team. Today, Xavier and Chloe’s team, Cosby Titans, are facing off against the Clover Hill Cavaliers. The nerves get to them, as they walk onto the pool deck, the cheers from the crowd fill the air as the team steps onto the blocks for warm ups. Chloe and Xavier lead their separate lanes into the cold and shivering water. Both of them were looking sharp as they finish their warm up. As their soaked bodies hop out of the water Chloe and Xavier looked competitive and ready to race.
"BEEEEEP!" Turning off the familiar but annoying sound of the alarm, lying in bed until the last possible second, I admit: this is the big day. All those practices and early mornings will be rewarded today. Finally crawling out of bed to get ready for the meet, I grab my goggles, a towel, water, and a quick breakfast on the way out the door. Checking in with the coach before finding the rest of the team as the pool area becomes louder with every passing minute while more and more people arrive at the big event. Sitting and resting, I try to save all my energy for the race. I put my headphones in and turn music on as I try to begin to focus. Talking to friends to try to calm nerves. It is time.
I heard the faint high pitched beeping of my alarm clock as I opened my sleep covered eyes. I attempted to roll out from under my covers but immediately retreated as I felt the chilly spring air touch my skin. While I was mustering up the motivation to get out of bed, I glanced at my alarm clock. “11:00 AM” it read in boxy, glowing numbers. Had I really slept in that long? I finally rose from my bed, traveling down the stairs to make myself some breakfast. “Hi, girl!” I greeted my dog where she was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. I smiled to myself as I turned on some music, opened the fridge to retrieve some eggs, and turned on the stove. It felt like a fine Saturday morning until I remembered that I had a lacrosse game later