Personal Narrative: The Big Game

In the Semi-Final game we played the Wilsonville Wildcats. It was a game where we got smacked in the mouth early, The Wildcats were up two touchdowns early, but we were never out of the game we came back made them play four quarters of all out physical football. We ended up winning that game 63-35. Entering the locker room, the excitement filled the air and the chant “were going to the ship,” began. The whole season lead up to this moment the moment when we knew that we had made it all the

We gave it our all at the practices leading up to Tuesday’s game. The practice before the game was an especially hard one, I remember that my two friends, Lucas and Mathew made a bet about who would win. Lucas didn't believe that the team had what it takes to win, while Mathew had confidence in our team. The night before the game, I laid in bed not being able to sleep, I was too nervous about tomorrow’s game. “What if we lose?”, “What if we win?”, “What if…”, these were all thoughts going through my mind. I woke up the next day, exhausted and sore from yesterday, but confident. That day, time moved slowly. Each class felt like

It was the last inning, the count was two balls and two strikes with two outs. Our catcher calls a curveball, I move three steps to my right. Alex is in the stretch, he starts his motion towards home, the runner on first breaks for second base. The pitch is delivered and the ball is hit directly up the middle and over the pitcher’s head, coming from shortstop, I break to my left, I am about to catch the ball when I glance at the runner. He was sliding right into me, I caught the ball, jumped up, and threw the ball while in mid-air. It was a perfect throw, right to the first baseman’s chest. That was it, the game was over, we had just beaten the number one team in the country to advance to the world series! We all threw

My stomach churned like a whirlpool as I ate the last of my lunch. In a few minutes time, my team was going to go head to head with UCLA in our school flag football tournament and I was super nervous yet excited. To make the tournament more official, Mr. Bentley, our coach, referee, and PE teacher, made us pick college football team names for our team. I dashed onto the field and strapped the flags around my waist.

The minister is currently looking for a new place for the church to be located in. He shared, "I found several places near my house, one was 10 minutes away from the current church location by car."The minister has been searching for 2 months diligently for this new home for the body of believers in Denver. Pastor Thomas will be registered soon at OU, but currently he isn't. "Now things are quite busy here. I will pray about that, and when My co-worker returns from Dover for Kbers training, I will have more help at the church." Shared the Pastor.

The big idea project was nice because we could do anything and use any type of media that we wanted to in order to fight well with our “big idea”. I picked a picture of a beautiful night sky and photoshopped a shadow of a person standing and staring at some constellations that I also photoshopped in. I first sketched out what I thought the proportions should be by just eyeing it out and using hand. I then decided that oil pastels would work perfectly for my picture, which I preferred over soft pastels. I tried to mix together different values and colors of blue in order to make to night sky look more realistic and have depth to it which, I think turned out pretty nice. To make the water look more textured I usually started with a dark blue

It was a Wednesday afternoon, I was a Hostess at John Cutter’s Steakhouse in Las Vegas, Nevada. This had been my job for the past couple months since I had quit working at my first job. It was slow and quiet that day, the door was right next to the Hostess stand like most restaurants and all I heard was a family eating and discussing something uninteresting on the patio outside. My boyfriend got me that job; it made pretty good money for a 17-year-old. It was summer of 2015, July to be exact. Everything seemed content and I was happy at that moment, little did I know that was all going to change very soon.

It all started on a cold, cloudy Friday after school. Everyone was ecstatic because it was the homecoming football game for the high school. Everyone was eagerly waiting to go home and get ready for the big game, but I, on the other hand, had to wait after the football practice because my dad was the coach.

"If you find something really great, don't screw it up, don't mess it up, but hang onto it. You never know how and when it ends." This quote of Stana Katic's is so simple and so clear that the deeper meaning slips by people. I; however, have spent so long contemplating its meaning and how it applies to my life.

No one could take the lead for longer than a minute. But that was only the beginning of the half because towards the end, our lead started increasing by two. Soon our lead turned into four, then six, and even eight. Finally the clock buzzed and we had won the battle. When we all walked back to our bench coach spoke, “Good job guys.” It was like my birthday because I was so glad we had won the game. Once everyone was done congratulating each other, my parents and I left and entered the cold outdoors The lesson I had learned from the game was to not judge people before you know them. This event has changed me for the better because I now know not to judge people too

“5 minutes!” a voice shouts over the loudspeaker. Perspiration drips down my face and my hand throbs with pain. The seconds tick by but are drowned out by the pounding of my heart. I summon all my strength and will my hands to move faster and faster. The speakers crackle with static as the voice shouts, “Hands down.” Eight hours of mind-numbing calculations and stratagem. It’s over; all the work, the sleepless nights, the literal blood, sweat, and tears. What for?

When we arrived my hands were dripping with sweat and my heart was punching my chest. I was hoping the game was canceled, but sadly it wasn’t. As soon as I thought this couldn’t get any worse I met my coach. His name was Sean Grene but we called him coach Sean. Coach Sean wasn’t exactly the nicest of coaches he yelled and screamed and was very intimidating! Now my heart was hammering my chest with a sledgehammer!

Sweat peaks out of my forehead, it trickles down the back of my neck. The sun beat down, its warmth filling the field. It was as if no one was there, the stillness of the air was so calming. Air flows through my nose and out through my mouth. My mind traveled back, the countless hours of drills, hard work, and dedication replayed in my mind. The National Anthem echoes throughout the stadium, and my nerves die down because in my heart I knew that no team was better prepared than our team was.

There was no way we were going to lose that game, we wouldn’t let some team that we knew we were better than beat us. The fourth quarter became so intense, you could feel it on the field. We mounted our come back play by play. Each play involved giving it our all. We smashed into each other which made a noise so loud it sounded like a shotgun going off. Our coaches were yelling plays to our quarterback. Coach knew he had finally picked the perfect play to help us gain momentum. The center snapped the ball directly to the running back whom happened to be me. It was a misdirection play, which was meant to try and confuse are opponents. Well the play did its job, perfectly. I was so tired from playing the whole game that when I was running it felt like I was pulling a truck. Even though I was tired I knew if I gave it everything I had it would help my team so I did. I ran as fast as I could, so fast that in that moment I could’ve been the fastest person in the world. So I just kept going, nothing was going to bring me down. I bumped into someone from the other team but that didn’t even affect me. I kept my legs moving, chopping, anything that I could do to

It was Nov.16th, 2014; my last football banquet at Lima senior, they called up the Biggs aka lineman. I felt so nervous and kind of deprived of the moment. We all went up together; it was intense, I really felt helpless because I didn’t know what was going to happen or expect. I stood on the stage, just sweating, thinking, and looking confused. “This can’t be it,” I thought. “My football career cannot end this way.”