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Dustin Vaughan had a terrible game on Sunday night. He didn’t look comfortable in the pocket threw picks & just was all over the place with the ball. Showers showed poised while being very calm while in the pocket. When moving outside of the pocket he always kept his eyes downfield to look for open wide-receivers. The fact that Showers can play special teams and make tackles he wouldn’t be a waste to use for the 46 game day roster if coaches decide to use him. I also considered that the Cowboys could go back to keeping two quarterbacks and hoping they could land Showers on practice squad.

When I was little, my grandfather taught me how to swim. I remember the time we were

I am known to be extremely clumsy. With that, it’s expected that I often end up in awkward situations. In the past I have called numerous teachers “Mom,” fallen down while walking up stairs, almost fallen off a cliff; and it can be assured there were many more instances where my embarrassing clumsiness had led me into awkward, sometimes life threatening, situations. One moment that stands out in particular takes place in every marine animal welfare activists’ “favorite” place, Sea World.

When I got back, my tub water was almost all over the place. I turn my water off and took off all my school clothes and put them on the counter. Then I put my phone right next to my bath even though it might not be smart. I put my bath salts in the water, then I grab the bath bomb and put my foot in there to check the temperature. Its a tad bit too hot. Both of my feet went in the water and eventually my whole body did. I drop my bath bomb and watch it dissolve which made my bath water turn to a pale pink color. As soon as I lean back, my phone rings. It's my Aunt Jane.

Every year, a certain event takes place that is just as important to my family and I as Christmas, Thanksgiving, and the Fourth of July. However, most of America doesn’t even know this event exists. A five day festival held the first week in August in a small town along the North Shore. In 2015, this little town in the upper northeast region of Minnesota was named “America’s Coolest Small Town,” by Budget Travel. This small town is known as Grand Marais and is home to around 1,341 people. In the 1930s, Grand Marais was a small village with a primary focus on logging and commercial fishing. Many of the community members in this small village decided to gather together for a shoreline picnic as a way to get to know one another and have a good time. This shoreline picnic is now called Fisherman’s Picnic, and has been a tradition carried on for 86 years. The Grand Marais Lions and Lioness Clubs along with many other community organizations work for months preparing for the 10,000 to 15,000 people in attendance each year. Tourist around the country come to partake in this small community gathering that offers a variety of unique events and great food.

As I ventured inside through the entryway. This immense yard used to be quite recently included space looked well past my desires. Two little condos developed were standing confronting each other on each side, in the center was a wellspring running new water. The entire inside of the house was changed, no all the more venturing outside to get some crisp water. It make life considerably less demanding for the ladies to do their day by day shores.

I sat at the front of the boat with my two sisters and our friends as we pressed through the rough water, heading towards Three Rooker Bar. It was satisfying to relax there and feel the warm summer breeze blow through my hair. I watched the seagulls, as they circled in the air then plummeted down into the water to come back up victoriously clasping a fish. Occasionally the boat would hit a huge wave and send the salty sea water splashing up into our eyes.

In the world are people that is difficult for them to work in the job that they have.

I gaze at the time, two minutes before class gets out. Im waiting for the red hand to magically speed up the time as I sit here on a metal chair in my college writing class. I take a sip of my water bootle hoping time could move a little faster. My stomach gets a warm tingle of hunger, and it grows. I look up ahead waiting for the signal of the professor or other students that class is over. A couple seconds pass by until I'm awoken back to reality by the sound of books being shut, and backpacks are being unzipped. I do the same as everyone else as I start heading towards the door up in front. My stomach is upset but I'm still debating on getting food or try to drink water until I get home. I head to the student center, still wonder if I should

In my arms, my daughter took her last breath. Her once-strong, -lively body was now as frail as those of the elders from our home village. And her eyes—her black, playful eyes—were peacefully closed, never again to open. I listened hopelessly to her mother’s song of mourning, sung in our native Cherokee tongue. Her voice was smooth and soft, but intermittently interrupted by brief sobs. Across from me stood my son—now my only child; his eyes, streaming with tears, focused intently on his dead sister, as if they were willing breath back into her small, lifeless body. Could it be that the shamans were right? Had my family been cursed by our ancestors for leaving our homeland? Should we head home, only to return to land-hungry white

Before the sun vanishes, it projects an outstanding image. While showing the vivid colors of a wine-red, a salmon orange, and a lemon yellow, the sun still appears to be creating an astonishing view. The colors mix like the time I mix my cookie batter; it's allowing an extremely good mix that tastes and looks like the best thing in the world. Looking at the sunset, just makes me smile and appreciate all the little things I have in life. The I-dont-care-about-anything-but-this look just flashes across my face, while I continue to stare at the pleasing sunset causing me to think about all the tremendously good memories with my friends and family. It's granting me the chance to ponder on the opportunities that I have had successes on. Pushing

I was sitting in my kayak on the Ocoee River. My mouth was dry, my heart was pounding, I don’t think I’d ever been so afraid in my life. Not only was this the Olympic Trials for whitewater slalom, it was also by far the biggest whitewater I had ever raced on. I’d been in my kayak everyday all winter pushing myself, trying to be as prepared as possible for this huge race. I was one of the top paddlers in Washington state, easily winning the small, local races which qualified me to be here. Now I was feeling completely out of my league compared to many of the racers here. An honest assessment of my skills made me think I had about a fifty percent probability of making it all the way through without flipping. The best paddlers would go on to race

I was in a forest studying the weather and animals. Everything was perfect the skies were clear, flowers were blooming, the sun was brightly shining, nothing could ruin this moment. All of a sudden I spot a rainbow tail. I started to follow the creature’s rainbow tail making sure not to make any noise. The creature stopped at a pond to take a sip of water.

Up next……Glaciers and lakes! I’ll rent a car for the four-day trip in the Rocky Mountains. For traveling the Rockies, driving by ourselves would be the best because we can frequently make short stops anywhere we like for a drink, or to see the views along the road, explore deeply into the trails. Or just simply hanging out will already be nice enough. Mother Nature’s masterpiece will take our breath away. The lakes are so pure just like priceless jewels that drive away all my headaches and bring back the piece of quietness to my mindLike glaciers taking millions of years to fill a lake, my parents have taken all of their efforts to bring me up from an innocent child to a man. I love the names Victoria Glacier and Lake Louise. Victoria Glacier

It was a hot summer day, I was in the water at Lake Nawsomento. The water was brisk and refreshing it was a great mix of hot and cold because the air was hotter than a sauna and the water was as chill as and ice cube. The mountains that surrounded me seemed almost like paintings rather than real mountains. I was just about to try my first time skiing ever, my teacher was also in the water with me giving me correct technique and strategy. He telling me to keep the rope in between the two skis. Here I go, I tell the driver to “hit it” and I am off I try to get up on the skis but as soon as I almost get up I take a nosedive into the cold blue water. I try again but I just fall on my face again. I am getting frustrated, annoyance also starts to