Sophomore's dream

All athletes can recognize that being a part of a team is hard. It is incredibly difficult to select a group of teenagers that will (1) all get along, (2) work together seamlessly, and (3) respect their coaches. The formula for the perfect team is unknowable. One negative spirit always exists to drag the team down, to deflate their motives, and increase their egos; but that does not have any effect on the sportsmanship of a team. Sportsmanship does not rely on the cohesiveness of a team. It does

I consider myself relatively adequate in terms of my writing skills. In highschool I spent a majority of my freshman year reading classics and analyzing the themes and motifs in said novels. My main issue was development because I felt that most statements or inferences could be made in terse arguments. By sophomore year I found my struggle to be the absolute opposite with issues in condensing my writing pieces. While I did spend a majority of my highschool experience dealing with various writing

To be honest, I had nervous expectations coming into a new year of youth group because I had just gotten out of an unsuccessful summer romance with a fellow sponsor that I volunteer at TIC with every week. However, my fears were unnecessary; the added expectations of this internship helped me focus less on the awkwardness of the failed relationship and focus more on my youth ministry efforts. When I was a freshman sponsor, there was a Dordt senior sponsor who interned under the church and was paid

“You have to read 10 hours this week” said my first grade teacher. In elementary school reading logs were what all the teachers made us do. Every week I had to read a certain amount of hours. I however, never read the amount of hours I was supposed too. I would just fill out the log and tell my mom to sign it. At that time it sounded like a good idea but then came freshman year. Mrs. Daugherty changed my whole perspective on reading and how important it is to read. In elementary school reading

grade for the past eight years. Varsity football was a lot different than freshman team football, and being the smallest kid on the field going against lineman did not help. During my sophomore year we started reading guards, and I got really good at it. From the fifth game on I was the leading tackler for our team. Calling plays for the defensive was a little nerve racking for the first couple of games, but our defensive coaches helped me immensely, and the support from the upperclassman boosted

Scott Hudson, a high school kid trying to get through his sophomore year with great grades. Farah Ahmedi, trying to cross the border of Pakistan to escape the war-torn Afghanistan. Sam McGee, a man whose worst enemy is the cold and wants to be cremated. These three characters have all undertaken a mission with determination. Farah Ahmedi is a young girl with a prosthetic leg trying to escape the war-torn Afghanistan with her mother. According to the text, “Ahmedi and her mother decide to flee their

I did great my Freshman year while living in the dorms and loved my chosen path of becoming a teacher. My academics suffered when I moved off campus after Freshman year. During my Sophomore year I had a disagreement with my Education professor on how to teach a class and dropped his course. He did not believe that anyone could properly teach a lesson outside even when the topic was parts of a tree. This decision lead to an even greater downfall in my academics, since now I had zero direction and

You and School List three teachers who know you well. Tell us why these teachers stand out to you. Ryan Cox: English teacher and the Girl’s varsity swim coach. I have known him well since freshman year. He has watched my progress in swimming and has always been a funny person to talk to. Our sarcastic nature have us in synch, and I think we have a mature, coach-athlete relationship. He is very supportive, helps me focus on my goals, and has been a significant part of helping me reach them

Have you hit a time where everything you worked was so close, but it slipped away? That was my sophomore year, the day of conference track. I did fair through the season, but was always working hard to a better 400m runner. The real challenge was one making conference, which I didn’t even get to compete in the conference freshman year. When the time came I ran a good race, but was literally one place and one second from lettering. That was a major goal, so it hit me pretty hard when I have been

That moment when your nerves are going crazy, mostly in his stomach as the butterflies scattered bouncing around the walls of his gut. "Is everything okay? Will everything go as you planned?" He couldn't stop thinking about what might go wrong. Images were racing as he thought about his teammates going to war without him. He just can't understand why he had to let them handle it on their own. He's played with them since the eighth grade, and when he's needed the most, all he can do is sit, cheer