We were outside the dark unpleasant locker room, filled with smelly body odor and dirty clothes. Kenny sat in a rusty metal chair brainstorming with his two friends, Briana and Gregory. They had grown up with Kenny; they had been through the good and bad with him. Kenny was 5’11 and Gregory was about the same height. Kenny had brown hair with clear blue eyes. Gregory had brown eyes with black hair. Brianna was 5’6 with long blonde hair and bright green eyes. “I don't get it, they beat us every year in the lacrosse finals!” yelled Kenny. “C’mon Kenny, maybe this year you’ll beat those guys.” Gregory said, hopping Kenny would cheer up. “Kenny, You're a great player and we all know that; You've made the all-star team and have won many awards.” …show more content…
Christopher scored for his team. Goal after goal, shouting and ranting! By the time it was the fourth quarter, the score was 6-7. “Kenny, head back in and play for attack team.” Coach demanded. I ran back in and got settled. Christopher was running towards the goal once again. One of the mitty's got the ball from him and ran back to the goal we were placed at. My team mate passed to me and I scored. “Go Kenny!” Yelled Gregory and Brianna. The goaly of the other team threw the ball in and one of the my team mitty's caught it. He ran to the goal and tried to pass it to someone else. The ball rolled onto the ground and the other team took it. A few of my team members charged in and tried to get the ball back. Two minutes and thirty two seconds were left in the game. One of my teammates got the ball and threw it to me. Christopher came out of nowhere and pushed me to the ground. As I was falling I swung my stick and the ball speed towards the net. There was a short moment of silence. Goal! I scored! The game was 8-7 and we had the lead. Beep! The buzzer went off and the game ended.
We all celebrated with a great big cheer! The two teams lined up for the good game handshake. As I was walking down the line Christopher smiled at me and said “Good job buddy, you finally did it.” I smiled back at him and quickly said “Thanks, Christopher. Gregory and Brianna came up to me afterwards. “You did great, Kenny.” Gregory spoke with joy. “You sure did.” replied Brianna. We all sat down on the bench, looking at the blue sky, on the bright green field. I looked at Gregory and Brianna “Can’t wait until next year!” I exclaimed, and we all
The state tournament was next week it was the biggest tournament of the year. They had practice every day for two hours up till the tournament. Their first game was on Thursday at 12 pm so they had to get out of school early for it. They played a really good team from the south called the kings. It was going to be a fight if they wanted to win this one. Thursday had came and the team was ready for the game. The Hawks scored just 30 seconds into the game. Frank cheered from the bench. The Kings answered right back making it 1-1 after the first period. There coach came into their locker room furious and said the team could do better. The second under way and the Kings lead 2-1. The Hawks take a time out and answer back making it 2-2. Frank still has not played but he encourages his teammates on the bench. There were five minutes left in the third period and it is all tied up 3-3. The clock was winding down and one of Frank's teammate Cody scores with just a minute left making it 4-3. The hawks win and advance to the semifinals tomorrow against the
Seconds later the ref blew the whistle. My team had won the game! Everybody was elated that I scored, except for Bob, who complained that I had been selfish. We fought like cat and dog, but everybody backed me, because I was the one who scored. A wise man knows when to retreat, and as frustrated as he was, Bob wasn’t stupid.
When the game arrived, they won. Jake hit the winning home run. After that game, a guy Jake didn’t know came up to him and asked him if he wanted to play in the league. Jake said yes, and the man said, “Then come to our next practice at two o’clock tomorrow.”
The coach finally let him in. David passed the ball to Max with only 3 minutes left in the game max shot a 3pointer. Max made the last point for his team and the cougars had won the championship. Everyone was happy, Max’s mom made her way down the bleachers followed by Tracy. His mom gave max a big hug and Tracy gave max a big hug and a peck on his cheek. Max’s cheeks began to turn rosy red just like a rose . Max’s mom asked Tracy if she wanted to go out to eat with them to celebrate Max’s victory but at first she was unsure if she should go because of all the work she had to do but she knew she could find some time. Tracy decided to go out to eat with Max and his family.
Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.
For the spare time that we had during the day, we stayed at the Witties’, the family that was considered our host team. Many people were playing board games while others were sleeping, because everyone wanted to do something to keep their mind off of the game. Then, the team planned a feast at Brady’s, a local restaurant nearby. Everyone ordered multiple entrees, but more than half of everyone’s food was still on the plate by the time we felt the restaurant. Stomachs were turning, and hands were shaking. It was time to get ready for the big game, so the team went back to the big, red house owned by the Witties to change into our uniforms. Many teammates were braiding each others hair, while other were putting on makeup in order to look great for all the pictures
“Party at my house after the game!” I told my teammates jokingly as we got in position for what would be our last game of the season. All my teammates laughed. I felt almost as if the championship was guaranteed and all we had to do was kick the ball around for 90 minutes before collecting the trophy. “Whoot” the whistle blew, signifying the beginning of the game.
Overall, my first semester has been going pretty well. The semester is going like a roller coaster up, down, and fast. I have some bad days and some good days. Through this semester, I have many challenges I faced which I honestly did not want to face. Even though I just wanted to dodge or run away from the challenges, I still face them and fought through them. Some challenges I face this semester, hopefully not in the next, are procrastination, time management, and laziness. I have not only gone through challenges; I have also gone through successes. I am proud of turning assignments on time, passing tests and quizzes, completing my SCR points, and being involved in clubs. Being in Biomed has helped me grow as a student in the area of knowledge.
We had just arrived at Port Huron Central Middle School, so we headed to the locker room before the game started. We got dressed and coach gave us a pep talk, then we headed out. We began with our warm ups to stretch out and get the feel of the court. After the warm ups, the game was about to start. The principal announced all of our names, and played the national anthem. After the national anthem, we all huddled around coach, he reminded us of how we had beaten them the last time we played them “So let's do it again!” he added.
“Guys come on we can win this.” Someone says from across the room. “It’s only halftime.” Devin says. “Yeah what Devin said it’s only halftime, we still have time to win.” I say. “Brooklynn we’re down by eight.” Cameron said in response to me. “Wait really by the way y’all are acting I thought that we were down by twenty-eight.” “Huddle up” I hear a deep voice from behind me say as they walk closer to the team. “Stop, just stop, you guys are winners so why aren’t you acting like them.” Our coach says to us. “But coach the score is twenty-eight to eight so technically we’re losing.” Cody says from the opposite side of the room. “Cody, coach is right we are winners we’re second in the state and seventeen and two.” Sam says.
Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.
My immediate goals as a writer is to use my imagination and to use my own ideas I naturally come up with. I seek to become a better writer now so that in the future, it’ll turn out different, for the better. I want to be more confident in my writing and be sure that it’ll go far. For example, if I decide to continue writing, perhaps novels, I would want to have the time now to practice and be well-prepared. I would also want to do good in high school and get into AP classes, not only to get in, but to maintain an average grade. My long-range goals as a writer is to become a novelist. If I don’t find another job that suits me well, my next choice would be to become a novelist. I would want to learn all of the skills while I still can to develop
From a young age, athletics were a very important part of my life and soccer was my passion. Whether it was playing on boy’s teams and summer leagues, or refereeing tournaments and coaching soccer camps, I was constantly trying to improve my game. When I came to college, I was excited to have the opportunity to continue playing soccer. Unfortunately, I received several concussions and I had some complications that ultimately forced me to stop playing soccer after my sophomore year. At first I was distraught, all of my personal goals were gone and I was no longer working with my teammates toward the goals we set together. However, I realized I needed to find new interests and new objectives to work towards during the rest of my time in college.
All around the country, students are being pressured to figure out the next step they’re going to take after graduation. Those with a higher intelligence might have been asked the dreaded question as early as their middle school years. Adults see this question as a good conversations starter, but as a student, they feel more pressure the more they are asked. In a way it is good to have that constant reminder to be on top of the game. Having this nagging reminder, the student should strive to have their decisions made or at least their options laid out simply to have an answer for the multitude of questions they will face. It’s important to be ahead of the game when it comes to college preparations.
“We won” I yell we go high five the other team and we won 5 - 3