On January 22, 2013, I was sitting in the locker room with Amber and the rest of the team, as I did every morning before volleyball practice started. It was loud in the locker room as usual. Me being a typical teenager, I had my phone in my hands at all times. I remember I was scrolling through my instagram feed and my phone started vibrating; Amy Edwardson, who is like another mom to me, was calling me. As I said before, it was pretty loud and I couldn’t hear Amy, so I told Amber to go outside with me so I could talk on the phone. Not particularly thinking anything of it, I answered my phone with a cheery “hello.” “Please tell me it isn’t true.” she cried. I wasn’t exactly sure what she was talking about, so I answered back with, “What are …show more content…
I saw C-Brad walking in the side door of the gym. She gave Amber and I a heartbreaking look. I gave C-Brad my phone because Amy was still talking. I was speechless and heartbroken. Amber and I ran back into the locker room, C-Brad following not far behind. “Valerie is gone.” She told all of us girls trying not to cry herself. I can remember the girls on the team that were a grade above us, just trying to comfort all of us younger girls. I remember everything that happened that day and the few days following her. Everything was in slow motion though. Everything was depressing and gloomy. I remember the few weeks before as well. Valerie, Amber and I were all in a huge fight over something so idiotic. We were in a bad part of our friendship at the time I guess one might say. We weren’t talking and if we were it was just hateful things. I remember mine and Valerie’s last conversation. It’s something I will forever regret. I regret fighting with her the way we were when she passed away. Losing Valerie will forever be one of the hardest things I will ever go through. People need to learn to cherish the friends or any loved ones they have. No one knows when they’ll see them again. I know I will see Valerie again one day and that’s the only thing I’m okay with her being
What is victory? What is failure? How do we know what state we’re truly in? In “Locker Room Talk” Stephen Dunn explores the conception of men boasting about their sexual encounters alongside women and persuades the audience boastful men who are presenting their victory of not yielding to the attractiveness and capability of women by not falling in love have actually failed through rhetorical strategies such as purpose, audience, and genre; pathos, logos, and ethos; and angle of vision. Dunn supports his stance on the journal by providing evidence and examples that emphasize the fear of falling in love to the general audience. Moreover, Dunn persuades the general audience through a reasonable, emotional, and credible approach on why men boast about their sexual encounters alongside women such as “Frankie made it sound dirty, something great you do with a bad girl” (Dunn, Locker Room Talk) and “A young man was telling his friend what he did to this particular young woman the night before, and what she did to him” (Dunn, Locker Room Talk). From Dunn’s angle of vision, even though boastful men feel victorious in their effort to not fall in love Dunn experiences sympathy for their actions as portrayed at the end of the passage “He thought we’d be happy for him” (Dunn, Locker Room Talk).
I never thought I would have felt so much regret over a high school football game. This game, which happened to be my last high school game, has given me an entire new perspective on the game itself. This one particular football game got in my head emotionally and mentally and it definitely impacted me physically. Knowing that I got hurt and that we lost the game still haunts me to this day. Just thinking about how if I didn’t get hurt we could have won the game just makes me wish none of that would have happened.
When it comes to the sports industry, there are many different jobs within organizations and businesses. Prior to interviewing someone, I did a large amount of research on jobs within the NCAA. My ideal interview would have been with the athletic director for the University of Florida, because my goal is to one day become an athletic director. However, Jeremy Foley is a very busy man and was not available to meet with me. Therefore, I interviewed who I believe to be the next best person. I interviewed the coordinator of volleyball operations for the University of Florida Gators, Alesha Busch. Although Alesha does not deal directly with the National Collegiate Athletic Association (NCAA), she abides by the organizations rules and deals with them through the University Athletic Association (UAA). The reason I chose to interview
It was just another school night in the seventh grade. Our recreational tackle football team had a practice at 730pm until 9. It was a very swampy night and from that I felt myself very sluggish. At the time, I was a backup running back. I was always left on the sidelines facing the chills of the cold wind during games. I typically didn’t get to see much playing time on the field, but that night I got my opportunity. I was receiving kicks during a punting audition and all I was doing was catching the ball and throwing it back, nothing unique. One throw after another, my coach began to praise my arm strength. Seeing me pass the ball was a true eye-opener. That night, I went from a backup running back, to the starting quarterback of my rec
With a score of 44 to 37, the Varsity Football Team won against the Midway Panthers last Friday night at Waco.
I remember when I first moved to America. I remember how scared I was to move to a whole new country and didn’t know a soul within 400 miles of me. Everything was brand new and I was basically a newborn child in this world at the age of 4. I remember how we met, we bonded over the sport of soccer. I remember how we became the best of friends, and how we would carpool to Pre-K together. Then, she had a game for her church. I remember it was freezing because it was early January. She scored a goal right before half time, and then was taken off for the rest of the game. I remember seeing her panting on the bench, then I saw her lie down the bench. I figured she was tired, but then I saw her convulsing on the bench. I didn’t even realize what
In my freshman year of high school I made the freshman baseball team, a couple weeks into the season I received news that I was being promoted to the JV team. I was so excited I was gonna be able to play at the next level. That night I played in my last game on the freshman team and I broke my thumb after a bad hop. I was devastated when the doctor gave me the news that I’d be out for the season and in a cast for the next month. Soon after my coaches heard the news, I was sent back to the freshman team. After playing out all the hypothetical ways approaching the next few months could have gone for me I decided right then I was going to go to every practice and game to help my team even though I physically wasn't able to. At the team banquet
The game felt like a million hours left in the last quarter of the game for b-team. We waited on the sidelines for b-team’s game to explode as, we watched. The a-team started to drink water and stretch a little for the game.
This story happened in my freshman year on October 14th, 2016. In this story, my fourteen year old best friend, Jadon Wulff, passed away. But the lesson I learned from this will stick with me for the rest of my life. Here’s how it started.
My plans when I get older where like every other child's. I want to be in the NFL. To get where I am you have to start at a young age. I showed up at practice everyday and on time. I also studied the play sheets and went through all my routes. I studied day and night to be where I am. It wasn't easy. There was no time to play games get in trouble do drugs or hang out with friend on an everyday bases. You have to tighten up be a man. It's not like I woke up one day and I was starting running back I had to do what's right stay in school not miss a day because that one day could have been the most important day ever and I wouldn't have even known. You know why?? Because I was and didn't show up to school. Don't be that person I used to be.
My elementary days were coming to an end. We were graduating soon. I discovered everything I wanted know from Annie. I was actually one of her best friend. Someone who would never betrayed her and sincerely congratulate her on every success. After graduation, she gave me a hug and told me she will miss me. She was the first person to hug me. Sadly, I never saw her
I just got it last night and I have already gone through it. What am I going to do? I go through all of it like it is candy. I need to start pacing myself or this is going to get out of hand. I get more tomorrow but if anyone found out, it would be bad. I need to make sure no one is around this time. Last time, I almost got caught. Maybe I could get him to give it to me before the football game.
When I was a freshman, I tried out for the dance team. It was a terrifying experience. I felt as if everything was going against me. The minutest thing appeared so menacing at the time. I didn’t only fear the actual tryout, but I had to imagine how utterly frightening it would be if I made the team.
Leadership was a word I was not familiar with when I started playing high school softball as a freshman. As the season started I wasn’t even aware that I had a role until the assistant coach said every player has a specific role that will impact the whole team as it progresses. This opened up my mind and made me realize that although I was just a young player who still needs experience in high school games. I was still being relied on by my teammates and coaches on my specific job on the field and the classroom. Although I was frightened with the role I had, I was supported by my family
The crowd was in uproar we had won our first home game of the season. A clean victory that I felt a part of after putting in the grueling hours at practice throughout the week. After our coach congratulated us on the victory and gave us a few words of wisdom my teammates and I headed to the locker rooms to change after a hard fought battle.