It was an otherwise uneventful Saturday. My friend Brendan was supposed to watch football with me but his dad surprised him by taking him to the Michigan-Ohio State game instead. I turned on the television to see if I could catch a glimpse of them and was amazed at what I did see. The game had not even started and the crowd was full of palpable excitement, adorned in gold and blue. Fans, no matter what their age, were ecstatic to be there. I watched the entire game, as Michigan went on to demolish Ohio State and from that moment, I aspired to be a Wolverine. When my college process began, I started researching the principles of Michigan. I focused on the Ross School of Business because I knew that I was interested in pursuing a degree
The day did improve, somewhat, as it went on and everyone was quickly enjoying themselves again as we attended the women’s Gopher game to watch my older cousin, Taylor, play. Throughout the game, I could still sense the agitation between Alex, my dad, I, as we covered up the awkward silences by burying our noses in our phones in between the periods. To end the afternoon on a high note, the Gophers played an outstanding game and beat Wisconsin in overtime. We all left the stadium in high spirits, reminiscing over the great plays and unforgettable overtime goal. At the same time, we were exhausted from a long day and ready to head home and watch the girl’s State Tournament championship game.
My family and I were in Ohio visiting family when we got the news that my uncle had tickets available for us so that we could go to the game. We left early on Sunday morning with a plan of seeing a quality football game. However, there one thing that would this more difficult than we had hoped. It was a cold day in Kansas City, and it started to ran as we came in.
“This has got to be a freshman game attendance record,” my teammates said. Our coach was even astonished, “I have never seen this building so packed.” I immediately stopped the drill I was doing and just watched. My eyes lit up wider than a kid in a candy shop who just received his allowance. Then the noise began to rattle the PIT into an environment of bedlam.
Fans slowly forced their way out of the stands, with mobs of people cramming their way into the stairwells. As the Navy football team’s shouts of victory rang throughout the stadium, the message to be a faithful fan and experience different things, despite the inconveniences, also rang loud and
In early September my family and I took a trip up to State College, Pennsylvania for the Rutgers Penn State game. Even though it was not the outcome I wanted for my Scarlet Knights, we still had a great time. Just being there for only a couple minutes, I quickly learned that when you travel for an away game with your desired sports team, you are going to feel like the minority. Kickoff was at eight o’clock in the evening, so that meant my day started at eleven in the morning in “Happy Valley.”
My First College Football Game Clemson vs. NC State was the first college football game I had ever gone to; I remember how excited I was to watch Clemson beat NC State. My step sister Emmaline was a student at Clemson obtained six free tickets that would normally cost five-hundred dollars. My family and I had just driven four hours to watch our favorite football team compete. I expected Clemson to win with ease and was thrilled to finally see them play. Little did I know that it would be filled with new experiences, intense moments, and even become a yearly family tradition.
My whole life long, I have been trying to find a place where I can truly fit in. I have also been worried about what I would do when I grew up. I was torn between my passion for horses and my passion for performing. There was no way I could give up one for the other, so I searched the net for Christian colleges that had majors in both equine studies and vocal performance and there it appeared: Asbury University. It was manna from Heaven.
My body cried like a newborn babe, afraid in an unfamiliar place. Immediately, my fresh eyes were greeted by waves of black hair, friendly smiles, and the Japanese language. I had arrived in Japan. I did not know the language or the customs, but I dove right into the dark pool. I was determined not to let the unknown drown me.
The Tide detergent bottle gradually moved back and forth, as my father’s elbow creaked, refusing to cooperate. “It’s my own way of physical therapy, you see,” my father boasted. “If I keep it up, I think I’ll be able to move my elbow by the end of the month.” “Yeah,” I whispered, keeping my voice low, because I knew my mother was shut-away in the other room. The lights were off, the door was closed, and she barricaded each ear with a pillow to block out any sound that might further trigger her migraine.
Soon after I crawled out of my hole of self-pity, I thought to myself, “First thing’s first, I need to get a job so I can support us.” And that’s exactly what I did. I now work at Speedway, and even though it’s not exactly my dream job, thinking about Izzy makes every mess I clean up, dish I wash, and every insane ranting customer worth it. I wake up every morning, and put on my uniform with pride, and gratitude that I have a way to provide for her. Having Izzy has forced me to learn pivotal values in life, such as responsibility, self-worth, selflessness, hard work, and keeping a positive attitude.
It is homecoming weekend at Southeast Missouri State University. Students fill their coolers with drinks and snacks, grab their lawn chairs and start making their way towards the tailgate. Everyone is getting pumped up for the big game. It comes time for the game and the stadium begins to be filled with students and parents ringing their cow bells. As the crowd calms the game starts.
It was the last inning in our all-star game, and we were losing 10 to 8. Our team had 2 outs and we couldn’t get the third. Our pitcher was doing bad, throwing all balls, while all of us in the field were tired, ready to fall asleep at any moment. There goes another walk. They score again.
Goal Number One I didn’t know it yet, but the way I viewed the game of lacrosse was about to change drastically. It was a normal day for me. I was in eighth grade, and I was getting ready for school.
“Four AP classes is a lot,” my parents warned, reading the list of courses I would take in the fall. “Are you sure you can manage that?" I felt fearless. “Of course,” I assured them. “I can handle it!”
College is a place where students learn more than a particular subject. A student has a chance to learn more about himself or herself, as well as others by discovering their strengths and weaknesses, thinking critically, and communicating effectively. A few weeks after starting my first term, I found out that I am one-fourth of the way to my degree with 29 credits that transferred from colleges in Arizona. It is now time for a plan of