The Day Of The Homecoming Football Game

Traditions have been around since the beginning of time. Traditions are passed down from generation to generation, things that we are a custom too such as Fraternities and Sororities and in High School the one thing that was a tradition for us was Homecoming and Spirit Week. Throughout my high school years, we have tons of traditions for example we have spirt week that leads up to Homecoming. Some of the things that we did for our Sprit Week was dressing up in our favorite sports team or dressing tacky which is called Wacky Tacky Day. Wacky Tacky Day is where you dress up in the tackiest stuff you can find in your house and hopefully you’ll make it in to the year book for spirt week.

In town, the rain was so intense, I could barely see ten feet in front of me. When I got onto Highway 14, everything around me was pitch black. The rain had stopped at the moment so I decided to go the normal speed limit, 65 mph. As I approached the curves, I thought to myself, “ I should probably slow down due to the conditions of the road.” I pushed that thought to the back of my mind, which was a huge mistake. A few seconds later I lost

We were driving north bond on US 36 highway when my sister lost control of the steering wheel. She tried to gain control again, but it was much too late, the car was already swerving left towards the median. The car drove off the road and flipped in the air three times before landing on it's roof and coming to a complete stop on the other side of the median.

I was traveling on Interstate 4 headed west. I was attempting to exit the Exit Ramp 9 to head towards Interstate 275 south. It was a two lane exit and the other vehicle on the right hand lane kept coming over as we pulled all the way onto the emergency lane the other vehicle did not stop until it struck my vehicle. There is damage to my rear bumper, rear taillight, and the trunk is misaligned.

It started like an ordinary Friday night; the school football team unsurprisingly suffered another loss. After dropping a friend home, I began a fateful drive home. Driving through the an unfamiliar neighborhood, I found myself following a black Land Rover. Very suddenly, the SUV stopped. I thought it was strange but I stopped, giving maximum distance between our vehicles. Out of nowhere, the Land Rover jerked backwards, accelerating at me so quickly I could not react. The SUV hit me, tearing off my bumper and denting my hood. From my point of view, it was clear to see

Throughout our lives, we learn many different lessons. Whether it is a lesson learned from your consequences, like doing drugs, or getting a speeding ticket for driving too fast in a school zone, everyone learns lessons in their lives. One lesson that I have learned in particular is when I didn’t ask permission to go hang out with friends. My parents were both at work, and I couldn’t get contact either of them, so I decided on my own that I should be able to hang out with some friends because I had nothing to do, and they would never find out if I got back home in time before they returned from work. This was probably the stupidest thing ever, because for some reason, my parents came home early, and they found out, so I had to face the

On October, 17th 2014 I attended University of Florida’s Homecoming Game Event Gator Growl. This event took place at Flavet Field at 7:30 pm. Here I saw the performance of the alternative rock band Foster the people.

One sunny August afternoon 5 years ago I made a brash decision that I regret to this very day. A choice I look back to this very day and question: “Why in the world did I do this?”

"Shoot! I am going to be soooooo late! I am going to have to fly to make it to school on time!” I said to myself out loud as I frantically tried to get my books in my backpack and my feet stuffed into my shoes. As hard as I try, I am never that person that regularly shows up to things early. I am always cutting it close, and sometimes even a little late. Today was no exception to that philosophy.

In the summer of 2010, my family took a vacation to a state most people would consider unpopular. Most years, my family’s travels took us to the beach for sun and relaxation. However, this particular year my parents thought it was an opportune time for our family reunion where our extended family lived; Fargo, North Dakota. Not only was I unimpressed with the location but also disgruntled by our cross-country travels by minivan. Although I was underwhelmed by the thought of the excursion, little did I know it would change my outlook on life forever. After just two weeks away from home, this lesson of a lifetime prompted me to reassess my values and discover what mattered most; my family’s genuine love and support.

One minute I am driving home, just as I would any other day. In my own little world, jamming out to some Pierce the Veil song that I only get to listen to when I am by myself. I was contemplating on whether I should stop by Wendy’s for a baked potato or not. Instead, I decided to save money and just go on home. In a blink of an eye, though, I turned, against all of my better judgement, in front of some white car and never made it home in one piece. Well, I did, but my car did not.

"I don't understand why we have to know the full freaking names of all eleven founders," said Taryn.

Scenarios like this happen all too often on our highways when people, often drunk, drive against the traffic on the wrong lanes of high-speed roadways. While this kind of accident accounts for only a few percent of all collisions, they cause a disproportionate number of deaths.

We were cruising down the small thirty-five mph zone. Suddenly, a tan mid-2000’s Buick started crossing the turning lane coming right at me. Suddenly time started to slow down. It almost seemed like time stopped. I watched the vehicle come at me. I slammed on my breaks and laid on my horn in hopes he would stop. He didn’t. He just kept on coming. He slammed right into the front of my 2006 Chevrolet Malibu. The same car that my husband had hit and we had to buy. It was beyond me. All my airbags

I slammed on the brakes. My car skidded to a halt, stopping just a couple of inches from the car in front of me. That had been my third near-accident in the same week. I was not tinkering around on my cell phone, nor had I been applying make-up. There was no homework in my hands, and I had quit reading notes during my commute. The only task at hand was driving and there were no distractions in sight. How could I have let it get this far?