Second Grade Research Paper

Ever since I could remember, soccer had been in my life. If there was a soccer team that needed a coach, my father was always the first to volunteer. There were almost too many strenuous weekends spent hours away from home for soccer tournaments to count. My entire family, consisting of my parents, my siblings, my dog, and myself, packed in a mini-van heading to a city that I had never heard of for soccer games. But when I entered high school, all that would soon go away. I kept playing the same sport that I always had, although now I had to wake up at five in the morning for six hours of high school soccer practice in the smoldering summer heat in order to make the high school team. High School sports were more competitive than anything I had done before. I put in as much effort as I could to make the Varsity High School team, staying out past dinner to practice even longer. I was utterly divulged in soccer and trying to be the best I could be. Soon, I would regret placing a game over spending time with my family.

“We’re going to be late!” screamed my mom. “Yea, yea I’m coming. We have time.” I snarked back. It was was 5:20, tryouts weren’t untill 6. I had plenty of time to prepare.

Tryouts ended the day before and now we were waiting in line for cuts to see if we made the field hockey team.We were waiting in the halls of the school as each person went into a classroom one by one to see if we made it.

The varsity baseball team had just finished a long day of practicing base running, hitting and fielding. It was very hot out and the sun was making us even more tired. Sweat soaked my shirt and dripped off the brim of my hat. I had been up since 6:30, spent all day at school, and practiced baseball for 2 hours. I was so exhausted that I just wanted to go home, take a shower and go to bed. Then my coach called me over and said “Hey Kevin can you help me with the field?”, The last thing I wanted to do was stay after practice to hose down the field and fix the hole in the pitcher's mound.

If Middle Football is Going to Last People Need to Get Their Head in the Game.

“I can tell this movie does NOT have a happy ending!” she continued her protest followed by a gasp, “Does someone DIE in this movie?! Wait! It’s the cute kid isn’t it?! If the cute kid dies you are grounded!”

Junior High is a scary thought. You are little and going to school with the big kids. It wasn’t to bad after I got used to it.

After the movie, we walked to the parking lot. There I saw people in the parking lot, hitting a car with baseball bats. I just looked away, knowing that if I kept looking they might start beating me.

Back when I was first learning math, in 2nd grade, I remember being very confused. See, I had moved from Arkanson Nebraska to Carroll Iowa, in the time between preschool and kindergarten. I definitely, remember learning to read in the first class when I came to Carroll. I vaguely remember counting, learning to add and subtract too. Then in all my memories of first grade, it seemed to me that I had never had a math class. All of a sudden in 2nd grade, teachers were asking me to multiply and divide. At the beginning of the year, my teacher set a piece of paper in front of all of us then set a timer for one minute. When she started the timer we were supposed to do as many problems as possible. I didn’t do one, I was preoccupied with the time limit and would freak out that there was a whole sheet full of problems that I couldn’t get done in that one minute. It was very stressful. Meanwhile, all the other students were having no trouble

We decided to pass the ball around to help kill time. I saw many familiar faces many of the girls I grew up playing with on rec leagues were going to tryout. At exactly 5:30 sharp the tryouts commenced. We started with a simple 3 lap jog or so it sounded. At the pace the older girls were taking those three laps they might as well have called it a three lap sprint. After the worst three laps of my life I was drenched in sweat and breathing as heavily as a dog after it chases a squirrel. After we got past the sprinting and stamina part I began to show what I could really do. I tried my hardest on every drill that they had us do so I could ensure myself a spot on the team. After that there was still one day of tryouts that would be the following day. The next day we did mostly the same stuff we had done the day before but you could feel that everyone was trying their best to impress the coaches that were judging us. As the tryouts came to a close I hoped that had done just enough to catch the eye of one of the judges. After the second day of tryouts the coordinators told us that know who did and didn't make the

Everyone has a different opinion about Middle school, because we’re all different. Middle school is a weird time for anyone I think though. There are outsiders, nerds, emos, jocks, band geeks, theatre nerds, trouble makers, and a lot more. It’s the kind where you first start out to be in your groups we all have a purpose, but in middle school and high school we take it way too far I feel.

    You were dared to go watch the movie on a Saturday night by your friends. Funnily enough,you were already planning on going to the movie.

Home- one of the most childish and boring movies I ever saw. Thinking back to that moment I don’t even know who actually forced me to sit down

Attempting my goal was difficult. Right before the movie started I screamed because it made a loud noise when someone shut the door. Throughout the movie things would jump

One rainy night in November, I arrived to the church gym for my first basketball practice of the season. As I walked in the doors creaked and you could smell the gym floor. As I already heard the basketballs hitting the ground, bouncing up and down. My friends Brittany and Destiny walked in right behind me through the door. That was when we realized we were the only girls surrounded by all guys. As practice came to a start we began to run, it felt like we were never going to stop. Up and down the court as we ran suicides, you could hear the squeaking of shoes as we went from the next line back and then on to the next. Before we started scrimmaging, the two captains were boys. Brittany, Destiny, and I stood in amazement as we were the last three standing there. You could see by their expressions they didn’t want any of us on either team.