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What I learned on elm street ‘’Hey Jibril are you ready’’ I responded with a smirk and said of course these kids won’t know what is coming. The small building held several grades and had one of the worst courts in town. When the coach blew the whistle a Tall skinny man who had strong arms and stern face led the tryouts and the gym erupted into squeals of shoes on hardwood and the crack of the rim every time a shot was taken. The practice was held in a small gym, It was tattooed with baby

Than, tie the players inside legs together (the person on the left's right leg and the person on the right's left leg). After you have successfully tied the players legs together, use the rope to mark the starting line and the finish line. Have all the pairs of players line up at the starting line, on your mark have all players walk as quickly as they can to the finish line. The winners will be the pair that can cross the finish line first. This builds teamwork because you need productive communication

the meeting then received a packet which gives you the story. The story is used to help you figure out the answers to the first clue sheet that they give you at the starting line. Once the clock turned seven, it was our time to get ready to make our way to the starting line. There were members of the Arizona Rough Riders at the starting line who gave us wrist bands and the first clue sheet for our long journey. I got my flashlight out and inspected the first

It was a cold, dark morning when the phone rang. It was boisterously loud and the clock read six o'clock. The deafening noise jolted us again, and there was only one way to make it stop. Chris picked up the phone and in a tired, drowsy voice, answered, "Hello." "Wake up call," I could hear Coach on the other end of the line. "Wake everyone else up in the room and the bus will leave at seven." "Okay," and with that, Chris hung up the telephone. I could hear him bury his head back into his

From observing myself in a game situation these are what I consider are my strengths and weaknesses for Netball and why I think each one is a strength or weakness. Strengths Weaknesses > Shooting > Shoulder Pass > Bounce Pass > Chest Pass > Pivoting > Footwork > High-running Pass > Reaction Time > Agility > Speed Strengths: Strength 1: Shooting is one of my strengths as I think I perform it correctly. By correctly I mean having a balanced

moment, and I was ready to do anything to prove myself. When our event was called at last, all the boats in our event got in a line for a staggered start. Joey and I gave one last motivational talk to one another, and we slowly inched our way to the starting line. As soon as I saw the flag drop, we dug our oars into the murky water and pulled with all our might. With each stroke, our morale grew. We were moving with high intensity, gliding across the water. It was not far into the race, when we began

has been in the league for so long and Hernandez and Thompson are exciting young players that could have a future on the Dodgers. Puig, Pederson, and Ethier are all out of the question staying with the Dodgers for a couple of more years and will be starting for the most

Narrative Essay Sitting in my frigid bleak classroom I found myself constantly looking out the window staring at the rain that had been barreling down all morning. This frightened me a great deal, for I was prepared to compete in my first official Cross Country race of the season. I waited for this day for quite a few months. Unfortunately, previous back-to-back injuries prevented me from fulfilling my dream of running. These injuries were so severe i had to go into surgery just to be able to walk

Learn The Hard Way Learn it the hard way. That is the way I learned the old adage “no pain, no gain”. It was my first dirt bike race. My heart had been pounding like a drum in a high school band for three days before the race. The race was in the middle of nowhere in Tucson, Az. I arrived on a Friday, my race was on Saturday. It was sunny out, but there was a slight breeze blowing the tent around, making it hard to set up. Friday evening was the practice run, where

Terry awoke to the loud pounding on the broken door of his cave. He swam outside to find nothing but the darkness of the sea at night. He slowly floated back into the safety of his small, frugal cave. The next morning, Terry swam outside only to find the large, green, daunting eel staring directly at Terry. The eel’s name was Hector. Terry had seen him before, swimming around the reef. Flashing his razor sharp teeth at anyone who came near him. Hector had confronted Terry and stated, “I am the