Descriptive Speech

It was a cloudy night in November, it was the 2016 Legacy High School football banquet. There was catered Chipotle so the whole team was eating tons of food. It was the season that the bus crash happened. 4 coaches were hospitalized, and many many players were hurt. It was a tough season to play. The awards were being announced. I wasn’t expecting an award considering some very talented Seniors were getting called ahead of me. I was currently a junior, and Juniors don't usually receive these type of awards. The award was all-conference. This is created from the football conference that certain high schools are apart of, and combine to make the best team in the conference. “Austin Mullins, Defensive End” I walked up and Coach Voorhees started

Hurrying to my seat in the back of English, I sit down, and start preparing for class. I pull out my composition notebook from my backpack and start to doodle little sunflowers all over the lined paper. I sit alone in the back of class, but I don't mind because I’m not really a people person. No one wants to sit with me anyways. My table is right next to a large window, so I stare out it often, watching raindrops race each other, or clouds drifting through the sky. The sound of Mrs. Wright clearing her throat brings me out of my daze. Her 4-inch heels click-clack against the tile floor, and she walks to the front to signal the beginning of class.

It was a Friday evening; our team gathered before the competition started in a couple of minutes. We all gave “good lucks” to one another and off we were to the competition. After what seemed like days, it was time for the award ceremony. We are able to see our

On that first Saturday in June 2012, my teammates and I fulfilled our life-long goals of winning a state championship together and proving to the people that did not believe in us that we could do it. On that day, those fifteen guys I had grown up through grade school with were no longer just teammates and friends, they became brothers to me. Another reason Huntington Park is so special to me is because I was the final pitcher in both championships, meaning I had the ball in my hand when the game was on the line. Standing on the mound in front of ten thousand people with all eyes looking at you is a nerve racking feeling but there was no better feeling then being the guy that our coach trusted to bring home the trophy for our team. Lastly, this baseball stadium known as Huntington Park is so special to me because after receiving that trophy and medal for winning the championship I also received my high school diploma at home plate because our team missed the graduation ceremony. There are not many people in the world that can say they received their high school diploma on the same field they won a state championship. Huntington Park may not be a special place for anyone else but it will always be a special place for my teammates and myself. Those two days our dreams became realities and that is something we will all look back and cherish forever. Whether it’s passing by the stadium in my car or attending a Columbus Clippers game during the summer time, any time I find myself back at Huntington Park I still get the chills from knowing I played on that

All the emotions started sinking in as we started to cry with joy. After all the crying, we went to say “good game” for sportsmanship and returned to the mound to complete a bet. We bet Coach Cadena that if we went undefeated for the whole season, the team got to dogpile on him. And we did. All of us returned to the dugout with all of our families and the baseball team congratulating us. Seeing my fathers’ face with a huge smile made me feel so great he got to see me play with four single hits and no outs. I made a contribution to the game that I was awarded second region team. During the end of the awards ceremony, when we hold the championship plaque, all of us had the biggest smiles on our faces and returned home with

I was relieved to see that my group members seemed nice, since I was already the most terrified I had ever been in my whole life. My heart was pounding so fast and I could hardly stay standing. This is what you’ve been waiting for. You need to do this. This day, this moment, would change my whole high school experience. It was the day of the coed choreo dance team audition. A group of three people at a time would go in for their single chance to be accepted into the best team in the world.

When we beat Vinton Shellsburg 6 to 5 in the substate final, I thought the feeling of finally making it was the best I’ve ever had. I was wrong. Making it to state brought the 2016 Saber baseball team team closer than ever before, to something we didn’t even know was possible. We spent everyday together having team bonding. An outpouring of support from the community was followed by an insane amount of news coverage. News vans would record practices, and after multiple players would be interviewed. Articles were written, and a multitude of "good lucks" were sent our way. We hadn't even gotten to Des Moines yet.

My coach, Tina Joy, led my team and I into a special room where we began to practice our routine. We had exactly 15 minutes to warm up out tumbling skills, stunts, jumps, pyramid, and dance. When we got the call that the 15 minutes were up, I began to get even more nervous than I was before. “You can do this, you can do this, you’ll be fine” I thought over and over again to calm myself down. We waited for almost over an hour till we got to perform. My team and I stood in our ”opening” positions right by the mat so we were ready to run on after the team ahead of us

My team and I huddled around a small TV screen watching a playback of a cheer performance. It was ours. That day, February 11, 2017, the Stewarts Creek High School cheer team had just competed at a National competition. Only seconds before that moment, I had walked off the mat believing that our performance would earn us white jackets. In the cheer world, a white jacket means you’re a national champion, which is a big deal. However, from the looks of our performance on-screen, our hope of winning slowly faded away.

A couple hours passed, and I was curious for what our score was. Our team gathered up and made our way to the main stage to hear what our award was. Our team huddled in a circle anxiously, nervous to find out our team's score. The announcer yelled number 14s team score, and we noticed that we were next.

This was our last competition, in which my cheer team was competing for the state championship. Throughout my time as a high school cheerleader, we were never considered “good”, and we never would have thought we had a chance of winning States; after all, we did get last place the previous year. When the music began and we started our difficult routine, I was beyond nervous because my stunt group was not hitting our stunts at the last practice. With my heart pounding, the 8-counts for the stunt sequence began and I threw my flyer as hard as I could in our basket toss and made sure she was stable in the air as she pulled stretches on one leg. Although my group hit, a few stunts did not, and we were unsure if we were going to win the state title. However, when the announcer called “Arthur L. Johnson” as the Group 2 State Champions, everyone was ecstatic because we worked so hard to win that title even though we were doubted by our peers and even ourselves. Challenges are never impossible to

I always knew I had a purpose. Seven simple words were written in straight, clean lines on the top of M’s stack of notecards. They were her introduction, an introduction to a speech that M had slaved over because it needed to be perfect. One by one, she riffled through the cards in her deck, reading and whispering the speech aloud. This was going to be, perhaps, the most important hour in M Freeman’s life. She had agonized over her speech during the entire ride to New York City. It was rare for M to travel to the city, even though she lived only a few hours away. In truth, she never really traveled anywhere. So when the limo had arrived to pick her up, in order not to freak out, M had thrown herself into her preparations, as the empty countryside slowly grew into bridges, traffic buildings, and crowded sidewalks. And now, sitting in a waiting room, M repeated those seven simple words to herself and she was in full interview mode.

One of my friends was bouncing on the balls of her feet, while another was about to throw up in the bathroom. At my first competition, I thought I would’ve been more nervous. We ran through the routine a few times in the hallway, and slowly walked toward the gym where we would perform.

“Smile!” the photographer yells. My soon to be step-mom (Jen) wraps her arm around me. I can feel her hand brushing against the soft, smooth lavender gown that I’m wearing. I lean in closer to Jen causing my hand to sweep against the cold, embroidered beads on her beautiful wedding dress. Her decorative hairpiece was gracefully placed beside the bun of dark brown hair.  Jen’s dress and jewelry spoke volumes (Personification). Again, I make a few adjustments to my dress and flowers to guarantee the photo turns out well. I swiftly brush away a few strands of hair that have fallen on my face, they had fallen out of my big, brown braid. A smile naturally stretches across my face as the happiness is enough to make even a sullen person smile.

That's what they used to call me because I used to add a “T” to the front of my name. Since I could remember I grew up with a speaking disabled that affect how I pronounce my words.