Speech : ' The Last Move '

I was delegated the position of President of the club in the beginning of sophomore year. By this time, all the upperclassmen had graduated. A club of nineteen, was now a club of three. In addition, the teacher who facilitated the club for three years, and appointed me the position, left our school. To further add to the situation, the newly chosen Vice President left the club unexpectedly. Now, there were only two people left in the club. I had a lot of hard work ahead but thought of it as an opportunity to grow this club in new ways. I wanted to encourage students with no experience to join. I wanted to encourage students who could not afford a ski trip to join. I wanted to encourage

Martin Luther King Jr. gave arguably one of his most influential speeches on 3 April, 1968 in Memphis, Tennessee. This would be the last speech he would give to the American people before he was killed shortly after. The speech addresses the unfair treatment of African Americans and how they should respond to it. He talks about how he wants people to peacefully join together in full force in order to fight for equal rights. King talks about all of the successes the Civil Rights Movement has had so far and what his hopes are for future success. He explains all of the events he is thankful he had the opportunity to experience. It acts almost as a goodbye to all of his supporters and a reassurance that everything will be okay no matter what happens in the future. Throughout the speech he appears very confident that the Civil Rights Movement will have the success that he has intended. The speech was, in many ways, unique due to the fact that it seemed as though Martin Luther King Jr. knew that it would be on of his last speeches he would have the ability of making. It Throughout the speech, King uses ethos, pathos, and logos in order to effectively get his point out to his listeners.

It all began on November 3, 2015 during my first middle school basketball tournament. The grey brick walls of the gymnasium looking more like a prison than a school. The school’s “Lincoln Park Elementary School” sign had graffiti and missed a couple letters from the name. The court was terribly small, but we began by playing the superb team of Jam on It. We were blown out and I headed back up to my mom and dad in the parent filled stands. The game wasn’t even fun to play and we looked like third graders playing them. I looked up to my parents as sad as could be.

During the fifth grade, an event occurred that really shaped the way I am. It was the Math Is Cool competition. I was a very shy person, afraid of people around me and dared not to work with anyone. My classmates knew that I excelled at math and wanted me to be a part of their team. Time passes by and it gets closer and closer to the first practice for the competition. A part of me wants to be a part of the team, but a bigger part of me says “no” because I’m too shy and afraid to do so. Everyday, my classmates would try and talk me into it. After some time, I finally gave in and gave myself a try. After many practices, it was time for the actual competition.

It all started when my mom walked in my room and asked me if I wanted to try out for a summer hockey league in 2017 that was a 2004 and 2003 birth year team. I wasn’t interested at first because I didn’t know any of the 03 players as I am an 04 player. Then she told me I probably wouldn’t make it because the 03’s are really good. So I decided why not right? Then at the tryout there weren’t as many 03’s as I thought there was going to be. I then thought they

Scouts. I thought it was fun for a while, but then it got boring and I

My parents mainly wanted me to interact with the other kids during that stage in my life I did not talk much. Consequently, their plans did not work out, but then I wound up leaving for another church that was closer in distance. Then my parent puts us in the girl scouts, so we could interact with kids out own and my father wanted us to learn about leadership at an early age. Before they discontinued the Girl Scout’s in my community, I wound up traveling to with them and went to the museum of the founder of the girl scouts and I stayed with the troop until I was 10 years old. Another discourse community I joined was the children’s praise dance team and choir at the age of 7 years old. There were two reasons why I joined these communities. First reason, my parents suggested to be involved in some activities. And the second reason, a hefty portion of my family had some type of Fine art background; meaning they are very gifted and most of them made a career out of it. I wanted to find out if any of these activities were going to suit my interests, but a few years later I wound up quitting the dance team. Let’s just say it was not my cup of tea. Later, when I turned 10 years old I joined my school choir, hoping that I would at least get better, and the following year I joined my school band. But after a few years, I rounded up not joining the choir in high school

The worst year of my life was in the seventh grade. It was a time of unforgettable and painful moments which took place throughout the school year. This taught me a significant lesson. The summer before seventh grade, my parents informed me that it would be beneficial to join a sport. When I did not find one that interested me, the color guard was counseled to me; which to be honest, I resented. My mother had a strict policy that once an activity is started it must be continued throughout the entire season; for this reason, I did. My color guard instructor was one of the most bounteous woman I knew. Moreover, she was an admirable and gracious woman who cared deeply about her students. When school started, I was a self-effacing, lonesome girl,

I have been a member of the Olivet Boys and Girls Club for nine years; starting at nine. Throughout those years, they have taught me the many things that I put into play today. Spending most, if not all of my time at the Olivet’s, I tend to call it my second home. My mother used to always yell at me for not being home all the time. I just loved being there all the time. Through all the support of the Olivet family, I have been able to overcome many obstacles. For example, many may think that because of my height I would have picked basketball as my go to sport; however, that was not the case at all. Luckily, I had a unit director who would not take no for an answer and kept pushing me.

It has made me wonder why I did not get more involved or put myself out there more. Why did I not attend that volleyball game or why did I not join that club that I thought looked interesting? Do not get me wrong, I have been to a lot of games and a have gotten myself involved here and there, but not as much as I wish I had. Eighth grade year my friends and I were in photography club, which was basically just us taking pictures of each other and goofing off the whole time. In freshman year, I joined the track team, but with my luck they put me on hurdles. Have you seen how short I am? Who puts someone with legs as short as mine on hurdles? Sophomore year I signed up for a photography class that was all seniors. When I first walked in I was terrified because I really did not know any of the seniors and there were no girls from my grade in the class, but it turned out not to be as bad as I thought it was going to be. Last year I took a creative writing class just to see how creative I could get and it was actually one of my favorite classes I have ever taken at Chapelle. So out of all my years at Chapelle I have at least done one thing out of my comfort zone, but this year I am looking to give it my

When I was 13 i moved from Decatur Il to the city capitol of Indiana (Indianapolis) hoping to get a better life in education and sports.All my life i dreamed of me going to a big college and becoming a professional basketball player later on in my life.My mother told me it will be a lest likely chance you will become a pro basketball player in a city we used to live in due to our “reputation”. Once We Got To Indiana I was sad but i was excited at the same time,Thoughts ran through my mind like “are the students are going to like me”?,”Will i become an outcast”?. I went to this private school in the central of the city named Lincoln Jr High. Once i got there i was focused on my grades and basketball that’s all i thought about. Once basketball tryouts began i reported to the gym

King closes with the mind set of optimism. He uses allision by using a line from my country tis of thee. From that he continues with the use of repetition. King repeates "Let freedom ring". He is using this phrase as a figure of speech saying let freedom be loud enough for all to hear including colorado, california, georgia, tennessee, mississippi, and very mountain side. King then continues the use of repetition "free at last!" these words also being his closing words. By the use of "free at last" he shows a sense of purpose, respect, and acommplishment for African

So when I was five my parents took my to a bowling alley for the first time. At first I didn’t like it because I didn’t know how to bowl, and I was really bad at it. But after the second game i was getting the hang of it. I actually started to like bowling. my parents told me that I get my liking in bowling from Aunt Tracy. So everytime my aunt would come in to time we would go bowling. When I got to high school and learned that they had a bowling time. I was so happy and ready to tryout. One day after tryouts my dad took me out to eat and was really happy that i was actually trying out for a team in high school. This was the first time i have ever tried out for a team. so i was hoping that i made it. . During dinner I got an email. when

The sound of blades colliding echoes through the dark caverns. Monstrous shrieks of pain and deafening battle cries all combine to create the sound of the battle. A lone adventurer stands stalwart in the face of evil, parrying blows and returning with lightning speed to end even the stoutest of enemies. He continues to fight even though he is clearly outnumbered. His valiant hold of his position forges fear in the very souls of some of his opponents, but not all are so easily disheartened. The forces of darkness continued to rise against the single man, and he fought as hard as he could and it seemed he could go on forever. Suddenly he is struck from behind, and while not falling there, he is severely weakened. Severing

In 5th grade, my friends invited me to the park near our neighborhood after school. At the park, they played group games, like freeze tag or virus. It was a blast like recess in school. My parents approved of it at first because it was exercise and I was making friends. During school I was always thinking about going to the park because it was the highlight of my day. What made it more enjoyable was the winner after each game. If someone had won a one the game they get to choose the next game we play. I started going to the park either in rain or shine playing with my friends. When I got home, I throw my backpack inside the house and leave to the park running. We originally stayed at the park for around 1 hour, then it expanded to 3 hours. My parents started noticing my grades dropping and warned me. I did not care because I was having fun. It lets me be a kid and forget about school. I started noticing I was paying attention in school and spent most of afterschool at the