I-Pass

get sick it. I feel exactly that when I board the bus, packed full to go to track meets in the springtime. When descending up the three stairs onto the bus, the boys team takes up the whole back half of the bus and the girls team claims the front half. From front to back, all of the athletes squeeze three bodies into one seat. The guys in the back chant and yell, in a wonderful mood before the start of the meet while some of the girls team nap or listen to music or play games to pass the time. Coming

I walk along the bumpy sidewalk as I begin the daily search for food. This morning, like all others I can remember, I woke to darkness, crawled from the hill, and made the usual trek to this harsh, gray strip. Everyday, I have to forage for food for the colony. I don’t complain, though. Life could be worse. One day, I was scavenging by a red flower bush when a terrible shadow came over me and a massive, white object came down and crushed two legs of one of my co-workers. The white object continued

Grass marks stained our jerseys and stuck to us like a wet shirt. I brushed my dark brown hair out of the way and looked at the game clock, 47 seconds remained and we needed to win. The yellow crossbars glistened in the sun and our goal, the end zone right below. One play was all that we needed. One pass into the end zone. The score was 27-21. My team was aching, tired, and wore down. We were still gonna win and nothing would stop us. I called the play, “ Omaha! Omaha!” The receivers scattered to different

society after I am gone. The Air Force/Armed Forces are significant enough to pass on to the next generation because they protect us from our enemies on land, in the air, in the sea, and in space. Without any of the military branches including The Air Force there most likely wouldn’t be the United States of America. If there was one it would be

line the streets and a thin layer of ice after all the plows pushed away the snow. My father and I were driving thru the highway trying to get to my game. The game was at Ramapo College which was 35 min from my house to there with all the detours. As we pulled into the parking lot there was luckily a pretty clean parking spot for us and as we got out we realized that we were very far from the court that I played in, luckily for us there were security guards who were cleaning the snow paced parking

overwhelming, stressful, and even intimidating at times. At what point do I know that I am and will continue to be a successful leader? That can be a difficult question for one to answer, because success, as I have learned, is different to everyone. A great place to begin is to point out all of the things I am doing wrong as a leader. After the reading and understanding of “What Got You Here Won’t Get You There”, I’ve come to learn I have a few of the “bad habits” the author pointed out. It’s a little

opinion. Although it’s a pass, it doesn’t always look too good. The first and second semester of senior year is important for your success and access to good universities. Unfortunately I got a little lazy in three of my classes, one of which didn’t end up so great on the record. Science fascinates me, it makes me think and it makes me strive for a better future for all. I know so much for someone my age because I am devoted to science. I regularly research on my own, and I pay attention in class

On August 12, 2013, I almost lost my best friend; he had smoked for twenty some years when he had a devastating heart attack. I remember the fear and the thoughts of death that made my skin shiver. It was the second week of school on Tuesday when I got a pass at the beginning of my World History class when I got a pass with immediately circled three or four times. The pass made me very confused considering I didn’t know of any appointments I had, and I didn’t ask my mom if I could go home early

The sky was still dark as I got out of my car in front of the school building. The winter morning was silent beyond the crunch of my boots in the snow and the howl of the wind. Immediately after stepping out from the shelter of my car, I was welcomed by the piercing wind, it was relentless. The door was about 30 feet away and had I not been scared of tripping I would’ve run to escape the cold. I shoved my hands in my coat pockets and began my way to the front door. The air stung my eyes each

Draft I took the English 2 STAAR test in late April of my sophomore year of high school. The test determines your reading and writing skills that you’ve learned in the grade level. After a semester and a half of preparation for this 4 hour-long test, I was ready. Ever since I moved to the U.S., I’ve been a smart student. I was always studying every night, went to some tutoring a couple of times to clear out some stuff, and I got the grades that I studied for. I was confident and knew that I was going