I remember it like it was yesterday freshman year basketball tryouts I was really excited as soon as that final bell rang I ran straight to the gym to get ready tryouts were the whole week but I felt like I needed to get off to a good start. I got in the gym put my shoes on stretched and started to get warmed up. The coach walked in the gym I got really nervous he didn 't know me I didn 't know him so I went up shook his hand and told him my name and the grade I was in. Tryouts finally started we started doing drills
We were winning so big, and I thought it was a great game. When I looked around the locker room and saw everyone’s faces, I felt selfish. I had only been thinking about myself and this game being my last. I had not thought about my other teammates who also were playing their last high school basketball game. My coach told me to pass the ball to my teammates, even though I was scoring a ton of points.
“We are going to die! I haven’t even met my future husband yet!” cried Regina as she balled her tears out. “Yeah, but wife for me!” agreed Eric.
All year around I practiced and I could see myself get better but I didn't know if I was good enough to compete in high school basketball. Finally, freshmen year tryouts came, and this year I was confident in my ability but I was also nervous because we had to tryout in front of coaches and upperclassmen I didn't know. Tryouts lasted three days at the end the coaches announced who made the team. The new coach called my name and I slowly walked up to him hoping I was going to make the team.
The narrator claims she can never "total it all," all of Emily's pain from childhood, and she mourns that Emily has had to keep too much inside of herself. Finally, the narrator asks the figure from school only to make sure Emily understands that "she is more than this dress on the ironing board, helpless before the iron"
Oh no! It’s probably Ursula wondering what’s taking me so long. I peered my head out the door and it was the same redhead that was at the
Thanksgiving break has just ended, and now I’m back at school, that means I have to see Mrs. Gulon’s scary face again, and go to her classes, which are pure torture. Everyone thinks she’s an evil witch and I do too, her laugh sounds like an evil cackle, she has really dry lips, and yellow teeth, she has a big scar under her eye, and a big wart on her chin. Her classroom has a cellar in the corner that she locks kids in that angers her, I heard that sometimes she leave kids in there all day. Soon enough primetime has ended and I’m forced to go to Mrs.Gulon’s class.
During the basketball tryouts, I worked hard and tried my best, but there were many girls that were better than me. I didn’t make the team and even though I knew I wouldn’t make the team, I still got upset about it. When the coach told me that I didn’t make the team, he told me to keep basketball a part of my life and that I had a positive attitude. To keep basketball a part of my life, I went to some of the games during the season and to this day I still make time to go to the modified games.
I walked into the school and went into the big, brand new gym, and sat up against the red bleachers. I found some of my other friends and started talking to them as well. Once the bell rang we all hustled to our new classes, because we didn’t want to be late. I had Ms. Yarrow, Mr.Lee, and Mrs.Shizzle. The first day went by great
I remember my very first job like it was yesterday. My first reaction I can remember was to giggle and laugh because I would be working with my friends when I got hired at McDonald’s that summer and it made me really happy. I remember during orientation that Barbara- my general manager, asked me if I wanted something to drink before I started training. I said no because I was so nervous that day I felt like I would pee my pants if I took the drink.
When I was in elementary school I want to get in to our basketball team because during that time I really like to play basketball. I was playing with friend during break time and sometimes after school. Compare to others I am really new to basketball and many other students were played more than me. My skill wasn’t that good and I barely know all the rules of basketball, but I like so much I want to get in the team.
Several students ask who it is, unknowing that it is Jessica before the accident she was in. Jessica tells a lie and says that it is her sister, Anne. People wondered if Anne went to school with some of their younger siblings. Jessica adds to the story that Anne died and leaves the classroom for a burn treatment at the nearby hospital. After Jessica leaves, many students were making twisted stories of what they thought killed Anne and burned Jessica so badly.
If players had to stay for two years the quality of basketball the quality of basketball would undoubtedly be better. Yes, players want to get to the next level as fast as they can, but but if they had to stay for two years instead of one, college basketball would even more fun to watch. Imagine that Brandon Ingram was staying for his sophomore year, and Harry Giles is playing at Duke his Freshman year. They would be so fun to watch, and they would not be the only team like that. It would be fun watching these players grow individually and as a team.
We went to sleep last night after our argument. Zara started crying after I asked her that question so I decided not To Push It Any Further For Her Own Sake. That Didn 't Mean I Would Stop Trying Thought.
After school on the day, that Monk Klutter was humiliated. A girl who saw Priscilla take him down earlier that day realized that not even his henchmen took Monk out of the locker Priscilla stuffed him in. So she decided that Monk didn 't deserve to stay in that locker for the whole weekend his parents would be worried sick about him. Plus she convinced herself that Monk didn 't do anything terrible enough to deserve to stay inside a locker on a weekend.