Walking down the cold, smelly hallways of Dutchtown high School with my freshly ironed khaki pants, purple polo style button up, and new burnt orange and white saucony shoes, I was ready for school. This was a very unusually hot august day with a high of 98 degrees. As I got off the bus, I felt the sun rays beaming down on my head. I couldn’t get to the cafeteria door before I started to sweat profusely. The 7:25 bell rung to go to class. I walked to my 1st hour class and saw a short, baldheaded, dark-skinned man with a whistle around his neck. Before anyone could even come into the classroom, the teacher told everyone make sure their IDs are on.I sat in my desk and didn't pay any attention to what the man had just said. He began to talk about the importance of physical activity and the effect that it has later in life. Ten minutes into the class, the short man yells “get out of your desks and let’sgo outside!” Fairly confused we all got up out of our desks and slowly headed out the door. The whole class met behind the bleachers of the football stadium. “We will run a total of 4 miles today,” the man yelled. The entire class sent a wave of disgust and disappointment throughout the whole school. Looking like a group of zombies we walked slowly and unenthusiastically towards the high school’s field. The running track seemed as though it was staring at us with the look of death. I looked up in the sky and there was
The Margaret Eaton School (MES) played an important role in Canadian physical education during a period of time known as the “golden age” for women’s sport in Canada. This essay will discuss how Margaret Eaton School came to be and why it is considered one of the leading schools in the development of women’s physical education in Canada in 1901, with the help of Emma Scott Raff and Margaret Eaton. The school started out as “The School of Expression” focusing on theatre and physical culture, and later (1925) shifted its views to focus solely on physical education. I plan to argue that from 1901 to 1942, the Margaret Eaton School played an innovative role in Canada in the development of physical education by offering women a comprehensive
As my car climbed the hill, my heart sunk into my stomach. I parked as far away from my friends as I could and quickly exited the car, not once looking at them. Now it was every man for himself. Emerging into the open air, I suddenly became aware of myself. I could feel my puffy, blood-shot eyes. My palms became slimy. My fingers clinched into a fist and my nails dug into my skin. My sight blurred and my tunnel of vision tried to focus on the front door. Every step seemed more awkward than the last. Eyes pierced me from all sides. I felt naked. My body trembled like a sheep in the midst of wolves.
The hot sun beamed off Remi's body as sweat ran down her skin like rain drops. Today was the official beginning of fall and the sun has yet to show mercy on any soul living. And to make matters even worse the A/C unit was out of order which meant every one in Lakeview Apartment would have to suffer from the unbaring heat.
A warm bead of sweat rolled down my brow in such a slow manner I thought that I had received a cut on my head and I was bleeding from whacking my head on the door panel when I exited out of the cruiser. I wiped it away as I leaned back against the hood of the car, sweating up a storm in the white polo that was supposed to be a uniform.
The conference meet was upon us. I was as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. The tension between the runners soared as we lined up at the starting line. I took a few deep breaths, anticipating the gun. I had a nerve racking deep inside. Bang! The gun went off and I took off stumbling over people, shoving, fighting for space. I was breathing hard already, pushing up the first hill. There was a straight away after the hill. I was afraid to get passed, so I kept my pace with the first pack. Michael, who had tripped over the back of my shoe before the first hill, had caught back up. As the first mile came around, I heard determined coaches exclaiming our mile splits.
The cold water from condensation went through my glove as I wiped the seat. I thought to myself, “What a stupid choice. My gloves are now wet and I have a ten-minute ride home so they will likely freeze“. Then the warmth of the sun hit me. The clouds had cleared and offered up from behind the wall which it had been hidden, my favorite object−the sun! I had not seen it for almost two weeks and to feel the warmth on the back of my neck was a much needed mental boost. The wonderful heat, cut like a hot knife through butter, and helped the humidy level go
“We have to evacuate the town immediately!” shouted the mayor. Everyone suddenly went quiet, all eyes on the mayor. Then suddenly there was a loud BANG! And the sound of glass shattering made everyone turn and look towards the door. Then we realized what was happening. The deadly zombies had made it to Leedey and were now invading the building! I grabbed my three closest friends and we all looked at each other frantically with no idea what to do. I noticed an air vent just about big enough for me to fit in it. We all climbed in the small, dingy, vent and crawled around until we found an opening going to the outside of the building. After we checked to make sure the coast was clear, we crawled out and tried not to panic while trying to figure out what to do next. We spotted some four wheelers parked on the side of the building and all quickly jumped on one. The first thing we decided to do is to go get our sisters, who were at the school. We arrived at the school and the zombies hadn’t
As the hot sun beat down on all of our determined faces, we ran onto the heat-absorbing turf. Sweat was dripping down our entire bodies, and nerves sank into our bodies just to reside there for the whole day.
Sam is a 12 year old boy who loves computer games and reading. Sam and his family live on a farm approximately 30km from the nearest town. His parents are not the “sporty type” and are often very busy with jobs around the farm.
The sun beat down on my my uncovered shoulders, eager to provide the paleness with a personal touch. The sunscreen I had put on earlier was no match for the power of the sun; my sweat was its kryptonite. My once pale shoulders were now turning tan, now under the control of the sun. Leaning back into a sitting position, I wiped my hands around the circumference of my face,
One hot day, John Grindullf was moving to a new school. He looked won at his watch. “Oh shoot! I’m going to be late!” John said. He ran up to the field where the entrance was, but he didn’t notice a bag in front of him. John crashed into the bag. John said, “Ow! S-s-sorry about that.”
I was first introduced to physical therapy in high school when was diagnosed with plantar fasciitis due to an irregular gait while running in cross country. Having to attend physical therapy as a patient I grew interested in the practice and the outcomes it can create for people who face injuries. I viewed physical therapy as a fun and exciting way to manipulate the body in order to help strengthen and recover from injuries. It wasn't until I first visited Ghana in 2013 that I fully understood the difference physical therapy can have on people's lives. I spent three summers in Ghana where I worked at an orphanage in a remote area called Shia Hills. When visiting the neighboring villages I noticed a lot of knee osteoarthritis and slight
My homeroom teacher, Mr. Harris, a six foot tall elderly man stood up from the faded brown chair pointing his wrinkled index finger at every single word on the chalk board in front of me and the tired class. His greyish black mustache slowly rose from his mouth as he said the goal for the day. “Just do something!” he shouted as he pointed at the board. He always had an attitude when he was speaking to the class for some reason. His wrinkled Blue dress shirt and dark brown pants was a perfect representation of his attitude, bland. “I know you all are going to sleep and laugh through the whole day. So do the other teachers a favor and don’t snore loud.” He said turning his face to us. His glasses looked as old as he was. The black paint on them began to chip showing the hidden metal frame as the light from the ceiling shined down on his wrinkled brown face. He rarely smiled but today he chose to because it was a “special day” and boy was it “pleasant”. His teeth were yellow and I could smell his breath from the middle of
It was a steamy, blazing hot day of July. The sun was beating down on the pedestrians like an angry vengeful god. Allen dreaded the heat. His clothes were wet with sweat from perspiration. It was the worst time to be stuck on a highway with a broken car. But oddly enough he was quite happy. He almost decided to just sit there for the rest of day. A hot day of summer was a welcome paradise from the days of hell he spent in jail.
Throughout the late afternoon, the temperature of the apartment rose to a staggering heat. Adorned in my hoodie, I feel I 'm sitting in a sauna. What was I thinking when I elected to