As I walked into the immense arena throngs of brightly dressed people shoved passed me in an effort to get to their seats. The room was alive with excitement and anticipation, as everyone in the room knew that at the end of this night a few lucky groups would leave home with the greatest honor any team could receive. Brightly colored lights circled the room and loud music thumped through the speakers as me and my team finally got to our seats and awaited our future, whatever it may be. After a few minutes of controlled chaos, a hush fell over the room and the announcer began to welcome us to the end of our journey in the destination imagination season. As the announcer listed off the competing countries and states, my mind began to wander …show more content…
My hands shook in nervous anticipation, and possible scenarios flashed through my mind. What if we had actually failed and done something we weren’t supposed to in our presentation? What if we got disqualified? When we returned back to Austin we would be considered failures, and maybe we wouldn’t be allowed to compete again! I looked at my teammates and could tell that they were feeling the same sense of uneasiness that I was. Once again the blue screen flashed, this time with the big words First Place. Time seemed to stay still, and the wait seemed so long that it almost felt like the computer system or the mike the announcer was using had broken down. The tension in the room seemed to build up more and more, almost to the point that the room felt like it was going to burst open as soon as the fateful words left the announcer’s …show more content…
“From Texas,” the announcer spoke, annunciating each syllable as if he were a preschool student learning to read for the first time. My heartbeat seemed to increase by one thousand times, and my brain didn’t seem to be processing information fast enough. Finally, after the announcer felt like he had waited long enough and the crowd seemed like they would attack him if he didn’t finish, the announcer spoke the words that determined our team’s fate. “First Place goes to Grisham Middle School!” Time was like a liquid that had suddenly frosted over and was melting ever so slowly. My team and I shot up from our seats with the energy of a rocket and raced down towards the stage from the 48th row of seats with the speed of Olympic runners. When we reached the stage, I looked up and realized something that would change my life from that point onwards. Every single one of the 40,000 odd people in the room was using their 80,000 hands to clap for us. We were the best at the challenge in the world, and all the countless hours and after school days of work on our project had paid off. I glanced up and looked at the beaming spotlight on us as we walked onto the stage, knowing that this memory would last a
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My apprehension only seemed to grow as the time dragged on. Suddenly, I heard our school name. Adrenaline rushed through me as we ran out onto the mats with gaudy smiles on out faces. The music thundered behind us as we jumped, stunted, and danced. It felt like it was over in a heartbeat. The experience as a whole left me utterly exhausted; so much in fact that when it came time for awards, I was quite frankly too worn out to care. We had done our best and there was nothing we could do to alter our fate at that point. Still, I couldn't help but attempt to play back our performance in my head. "We were nowhere near as natural or well put together as the other teams." I muttered. As it turned out, I was correct. We placed last in our
We were this close to being stripped of our "Undefeated" title. The band sat there in the bleachers, stunned as the announcer pulled up the scores and was ready to reveal first place. Blood rushed through my veins and the butterflies in my stomach were more active as ever. After all of our hard work, it would have been a shame if we did not conclude the season with a bang. The announcer raised her microphone and everything seemed to come to a halt.
42. For each of the following mixtures, explain whether it is a solution or a heterogeneous mixture. For the solutions, identify the solute and the solvent.
The Delaware State University staff announced the beginning of the award ceremony. The room fell silent as they unveiled the trophies, our entire team hoped for the best. Mouths were gaped wide open at the sight of them. Everyone in the room could feel the tension rising. Name after name, trophy after trophy was handed out to the awarded teams and after each one, our hope diminished, slowly, agonizingly, like something we thought was so close yet every moment that passed it felt farther and farther away. The number of trophies were slimming as we got closer and closer to the end we were grabbing at whatever hope we could.
We were all incredibly nervous but knew we had done everything possible to prepare for competition and that it was all in God’s hands from that moment on. We loaded up the bus at seven ready to go with ear buds in and our minds zoned out. No one was saying a word just “Get your minds set girls!”. As we walked into the park, the nerves started to really set in as we saw all the other teams getting ready to perform. One of Mickey’s little helpers escorted us to the back of the stage with my coaches alongside for us to practice as well. We prayed and practiced and prayed and practiced until it was go
The red curtains open to reveal a blinding bright spotlight and a packed arena. Getting to the National Championship an immense amount of preparation. We had two minutes in front of the judges. We put our hands in the middle of our circle. For the last time of the season, we chanted “LHS cheer!”, and then we were off. The crowd was silent with anticipation. The routine felt like second nature and we ended up doing well. We made it to finals and ultimately took fourth place in the nation. It the first time in five years that our team had placed. It was a long journey getting to this point.
Our target was to break, or to make it into the elimination rounds. After a long awaited anticipation, we found out how many of our teams broke. My sister and I had broken with two other teams from our school. As we walked into the last round of the day we realized we were up against the 1st place team from the most recent tournament. The round had ended as the sun was setting. Although we did not manage to convince two of the three judges and lost, we participated in an aggressive debate. We shook the other teams hands and went back to the awards room. Everyone took their seats as the awards were announced. My sister and I were baffled with joy when they called us up for the 6th place team award. We were both ecstatic for each other, pride shinning in my eyes. "Good Job! I'm proud of you baby!," I told my sister. Additionally, I earned the position of the 5th place speaker. We left the tournament, accomplishing something we were proud of and had an important realization that day. We knew we could do anything we set our mind too and all it took was hard work. Debate would be something I will continue to participate in for as long as I
On February 28, 2005, I experienced one of the most exciting events that anyone could ever experience – winning a State Championship. The day my soccer team made history is a day I’ll never forget. However it is not just that day we won the title, but the whole experience of the preceding season that got us there. From start to finish, my team’s 2004-2005 season taught me that the platitude is true. You can do anything you set your mind to.
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
“The ODC Time Turners” boomed the judge’s voice over the loudspeaker. Cheers and hoots filled the air, as butterflies filled my stomach. Walking in a line down the auditorium stairs with my teammates, we took our places on the stage. The entire room vibrated with excitement. This was it, the finals. It was time to show everyone what we had all worked so hard to accomplish.
The cameras were rolling. The stadium was brimming with thousands of people. As a scrawny eight-year-old, I was petrified, along with the other ten junior-peewee Pop Warner cheerleaders on my squad. The stench of sweat and cheer shoes surrounded us, although I barely sensed anything through my fear. I could almost feel the pressure building up around us; it was nerve-wracking. We had come this far, making it to nationals; now it was time to bring it on. After waiting in the back hall for what felt like hours, I finally hear the announcer call, “And next up in our Pop Warner Junior Peewee division is… the Kankakee Valley Kougars!” I, along with my diminutive team of eleven, ran onto the blue mat whooping and cheering. The booming music fills
As someone in support of statehood for the Commonwealth of Puerto Rico, this case holds special significance. I am a firm believer that Puerto Rico has been treated unjustly as a territory by the United States, and this has resulted in poor living conditions for its citizens. To deny a sovereign power to enforce laws within its territory is only one of the many issues the Commonwealth faces. For these reasons, I write this brief of amicus curiae in support of the Commonwealth of Puerto Rico.
Junior high was not kind to me, being known as the nerd of the school… well, let just say it was not pleasant, everyone took advantage of me and teased me, but out of all the hell fire junior high brought the only foundation I had to keep me afoot was my lifelong friends, Abby and Janice. We grew up together and did the same things together we were called the three musketeers. Our group was complete everyone brought different thing to the table. Abby was known to be the blunt and fiery girl that many people adored because of her honesty, Janice was the pretty and trendy one whose personality could make anyone want to befriend her, as for I …well I was the smart, caring, clumsy girl who would be there for my friends ,as well as them protecting
Had we place or did the other teams beat us. We all sat in a circle waiting for tem to call our category. About thirty minutes later, which felt like forever, we walked back out onto the blue mat for the awards. We all sat as we listened to the crowd cheer. We sat in fear wondering if we would even place. What if we didn’t? Would humiliate ourselves? As we heard the crowd cheer and scream for each award. We waited, for what seemed to be an hour, for our category to be announced. When they did we were all so nervous and excited we sat there shaking. They announced fifth, fourth, third, and our name hadn't been called. Did we not place, or had we won the our whole division? Then they announced second, Cheer Extreme Eclipse! The crowd cheered as my team stood