I tend to overlook the colors in my surroundings because it is instinctual for me to live inside my head. However, there is one specific memory that I can recall in which color made a significant impact on me. My family and I were at Custer State Park on a vacation in South Dakota in my Freshmen year of high school. I remember pulling into the parking lot and feeling completely indifferent to the fact that we were going to a lake. As I rolled out of the car, it took me a second to fully register what I was seeing. The bright blue of the sky stole my attention instantly, but this was contrasted with the bright greens of the trees and the grass. I constantly live in my head, but at this moment in time, the vividness of the colors drew me in and refused to let me go. There was a gorgeous, sepia colored rock formation surrounding the back side of the lake that created an unforgettable skyline. These rocks were positioned in a way that captured the sunlight and allowed it to envelop …show more content…
Once I was on the lake, I drifted slowly, watching my paddle ripple through the water. I penetrated the blues and the greens that were reflected in the lake. Despite the fact that it was my first time kayaking, I felt in control and strangely at peace with myself. I floated to a rock that jutted out into the middle of the lake and climbed onto it. I looked around and the vivid blue sky went on for miles, I saw the tops of bright green trees, and felt an indescribable sense of peace. Then, ever so slightly, the sun began to set. As a result of this, the rocks began to reflect the colors of the sunset: the yellows, the oranges, and the reds. The shadows began creeping up the bottom of the rocks as they continued to set. And with that, I knew it was time for me to leave this place of awe and wonder. Nevertheless, I can never stop myself from longing for that same sense of peace that those colors
Yet another accomplishment has been achieved at Chino Hills High School that only adds to the prosperity and Husky spirit of this illustrious and triumphant school. This year, Color Guard participated in and won a variety of championships including the WGI Circuit-Western Open Class Championships, West Coast Winter Circuit-Open Class Championships with a first place medal, the WGASC Circuit with a silver medal, and the WGI Open World Class Championships in Dayton, Ohio which they took 16th place in out of the world. When interviewing Kaitlyn Parsons (Captain), Mallory Williams, Ashley Kearns, Hunter Adams, and Nina Penzo (Captain) about this prodigious attainment, they each stated that it has been an unforgettable journey that has been both an individual and a team effort. Members of Color guard are split into two teams,
Color guard has morphed over time; from a royal and regimented important civic duty honoring the kings, rulers and dynasties, to a strategic place on a battlefield and, finally, to an honorable activity commemorating the pride that one has in their school, college or branch of armed service. The guarding of colors dates back to ancient times and is mainly documented from the Roman era. The use of the flag becomes specific and the use portrays a clear message by the ninth century in Islam. Later, in the fifteenth century in England, color guard corps emerges as a strategic functioning group on the battlefield and this structure reaches its height in the seventeenth century in Europe and the Americas. Color guard is now firmly planted into modern military, religion and band as more of a display of pride rather than the earlier tactical function.
“Stay in your toaster!” With every move, the flag must stay right in front of our body and right behind our backs. This one simple rule is embedded in every guard girl’s mind. Color guard requires to do various actions at once. For instance, we must remember the sequence of the choreography, march in step, find the right drill spot, and smile. One simple mistake with a flag allows all eyes on you. As the guard girls performs with flags, there’s three different types of girls on the field. There is the hard worker, the slacker, and the hardworker and the slacker combined.
Many people have a concept of what color guard is about. People who dance at football games spinning flags, sabers, and rifles alongside with the marching band. But for me, color guard is much more than just
Vibrant hues of orange and yellow were smeared together and they played with violent shades of red. The rising sun rested in a bed of golden rose, cotton clouds. Its rays of light spilling over the hills like pale orange paint. At least, that's what I imagined this sunrise would look like in a world without skyscrapers and other assorted buildings suffocating the horizon, sucking the life out of the beauty that nature gives us, and replacing it with smoke, oil, and the stench of our ever growing need to expand. Our need, humanity's need to leave no blade of grass behind, to cover every inch of the earth with pollution and man made roads and structures, is what is destroying the beauty that nature provides.
Color Guard: Now and Then Gracie D. Dupre Bethel University U.S. History 212 April 1, 2018 Abstract This essay contains information on the evolution of color guard. From the meaning of the sport to the uniforms, there will be information present. Color guard began in roughly 1805 to 1810, when armies started using flags and banners to represent their regiment.
Who knew that I would fall in love with Color guard and Winter guard. “Color guard uses various equipment, such as flags, rifles, and sabres, along with dance, to express dynamic passages in the music accompanying the marching band show or winterguard show. Usually marching bands and color guards perform during football games at halftime, out of tradition.” The sport of the arts has impacted my life in many ways such as: letting me use a God given talent to spread his word, help to express my feelings, and to meet new people and make a life long relationships.
As we were one hour into our journey, I began seeing the huge Appalachian mountains. The mountains looked surreal. The closer that we got to Lake Placid the larger the mountains were. We passed a waterfall that was crashing down against the clear blue lake. The lake was a puddle that casted a reflection of the bright sun. It took a long drive to get there, but once we got there it was sunny and bright. We brought up our loads of clothing and then went down to the beach on Mirror lake. There was boundaries on the beach of where you could go. The boundaries were marked with a rope and buoys. We had not known about those boundaries, so we crossed them. Each time we crossed them we would get yelled and whistled at. We saw a rock that was underwater. We really wanted to go explore it, so we ended up being complete rebels. We would hold our breath underwater and go explore the rock, and once we ran out of breathe would swim as quickly as we could up to the rope and pull ourselves inbounds. It was fun swimming, but we got tired very quickly. We headed back to the hotel, and took a
The Colored Junior College was established to provide an opportunity for African-Americans to receive college training. The Junior College progressed so fast that by 1931, it became a member of the Association of Colleges and Secondary Schools and was approved by the Southern Association of Colleges. In the summer of 1934, the Houston School Board changed the junior college to a four-year college and the name to Houston College for Negroes. When the university opened its doors in September 1947, it had 2,300 students, two schools, one division and one college - the Law School, the Pharmacy School, the Vocational Division, and the College of Arts and Sciences. Responding to the changing times, in 1973, the 63rd Legislature designated Texas Southern University as a special purpose institution for urban programming. As a result, four more academic units were added - the College of Education, the School of Public Affairs, the School of Communications and the Weekend College.
Professor Fisher, in 2004, said that color affects human beings in many ways, on both the conscious and subconscious levels, every day of our lives. As Professor Fisher stated, color affects us so many times a day, that often times we don’t even realized it’s happening. Think about all the things you have done today, that in someway involved color. For example, think of a stoplight and what each color on it means; without those colors we would not have the technology of a stoplight and therefore our everyday driving wouldn’t be quite as easy.
My eyes peeled open slowly and the bright sunlight flooded into my eyes, blinding me. I heard the sound of running water and felt the cold breeze flow over my body. I looked out of my hammock and in front of me was a beautiful waterfall and several towering, bright green trees. My friends whom were with me shortly awoke and we packed our things and set off on our first true day of hiking in the Appalachian mountains.
Color fills our world with beauty. We delight in the colors of a magnificent sunset and in the bright red and golden-yellow leaves of autumn. We are charmed by gorgeous flowering plants and the brilliantly colored arch of a rainbow. We also use color in various ways to add pleasure and interest to our lives. For example, many people choose the colors of their clothes carefully and decorate their homes with colors that create beautiful, restful, or exciting effects. By their selection and arrangement of colors, artists try to make their paintings more realistic or expressive.
When I want to feel safe and at peace with the world-at-large, I always find myself sitting on an expansive pond resting within a kayak. In my vision the daylight sun has already yielded itself to the calm twilight of the evening, taking the excitement of the day with it. The sharp contrast between the complexities of the world, and the simplicity of this scene set before me is one of the few thoughts that can bring my mind at ease in times of stress.
Did I mention it had been raining? Not that this is unusual, but it was that sticky rain somewhere between mist and the heavy drops that cause radiating circles when they hit a puddle. I hate sticky rain. I could turn on the wipers and the windshield would be cleared, but in a matter of seconds, it is covered with splotches of water that would barely squeak off a windshield with a fresh coat of Rain-X. On this day the sky was gray spun sugar and the sticky rain washed away all colors from the surroundings with only yellowish spheres of lights forcing their brightness through. The dark roads, slick rocks, and stoic trees had a damp dullness surrounding them that made most people want to snuggle on the couch under a stadium blanket and watch a Hawks game. However, we chose to go out and explore in the rain and almost lost our way home.
I headed out to the water after setting up my towel. The shock of the frigid water took my breath away and I was momentarily stunned. However, I quickly recovered; finding my body adjusts rapidly to the cold water. I waded a few feet into it before leaning forward and swimming out. I didn't dare to go too far though, instead turning to swim parallel to the shore. I was comforted by the sounds of the ocean; the rhythmic pounding of the waves represses all of my worries. I looked into the cloudless cerulean blue sky and see the perfection of life. Just when I was starting to get tired and wanted to go back to the shore, I saw something.