Operation Varsity

other areas of the shop floor. This lack of supervision has led to a number of concerns. Specifically, the issues of horseplay, extended breaks and operator disruptions, which all lead to a loss of production, are clearly visible during daily operations. These problems, while on the surface may seem trivial, the loss of production and absence of concern for operator safety need to be addressed. If the working group throughput quota is being met, some leniency could be afforded for the extended

High School vs College Amy Shamard High School vs College High School vs College The transition from high school to college is not only an exciting and challenging time, but also a great milestone in one’s life. There are several differences between the lives of high school and college students. Some individuals will be able to jump right in and adjust to this change seamlessly, while others may take years to adapt, or never even grab hold of the whole college experience

I handle stressful situations in a very mature way. I do not let the situation stress me out, or make me give up. I try my best to find and exhaust every option there is possible in order to find a solution to the situation. I also try my best to be calm during the stressful situation. My time management skills are very good. If I have a big project I have to complete for one of my classes, I will make a list on which steps I should complete in chronological order. I set deadlines for myself on

court evenly. I stood nervously with a smooth leather ball in hand, reciting drills and methods I learned off the court in my head. The thrill rushed through my nerves the next day when I went through those same gym doors officially on the junior varsity volleyball team. A passion arose in me when something that I was close to not trying at all, was a part of my everyday activity. The fact that the negativity I encountered about trying for

The ride home from church wasn’t much different from any other day. My mom was lecturing me about sports. This time it was about soccer. We would be starting games this week and my mom was worried, just like she usually is. “Are you sure you want to keep doing this?” She annoyingly asked me. I had gotten used to this because of the countless times before that she asked it “There are so many other things you could do with yourself. You are in band, clubs, and have some amazing grades. You don’t

anywhere past high school. Reason and theoretical thinking kept me from being serious about section and state competitions, and for that reason, as well as my lack of athleticism, I seldom received playing time, especially on varsity. Instead I discovered myself on the junior varsity team most years, and although most students and coaches viewed me as “not good enough,” I would not allow myself to look through that lens. In my mind, JV was an opportunity. Naturally a leader, I sought to lead the younger

I walked into the high school gym 15 minutes before it started. I was ready to kill it. I could already smell the fresh new volleyballs for the upcoming season. It was the last day of junior varsity volleyball tryouts. “Hi Amber!” exclaimed Taylor, the junior varsity coach. I waved, sat down, and got my shoes and kneepads on. There were many upperclassmen in the gym ready to make the team they had all made the previous year. Honestly, it was pretty intimidating being a freshman surrounded by all

my class worked through addition and subtraction exercises. Throughout all of my early accomplishments and disappointments, I always took pride in the effort I applied to important events and even everyday assignments. This past year, I played two varsity sports, played for a club soccer team and the state soccer team, and maintained a 4.0 gpa through it all. Even when I was swamped with homework and practices, I still found time to push my mind and fitness an extra mile. I aspire to lead, not follow

Team Player It is a cold, wet October morning in Slippery Rock, PA. The school bus carrying 50 sleeping high schoolers pulls into a gravel parking lot, joining a crowd of buses and vans already lining the edge of a vast grassy field. A never-ending white line is painted on the short-clipped grass marking a trail. It follows the outside of the expanse, along the parking lot, beside the road, up and down the hills and valleys, and through small patches of trees and brush at the far

team with me. All of the JV and Varsity teams had performed their kick routines and everyone was waiting for the judges to announce which teams would move on to the finals. Finally, music started playing from the massive gym right outside of the hallway we were waiting in, our cue that the results were finished. Every team that had competed kick, including both of our Sheyenne teams, wandered out onto the gym floor and took a seat in a circle.    "In Class A Varsity," the emcee began, "only six teams