Due to intense five-hour weekend practices and other improvements, we have reached new grounds this year. For the first time in sixteen years, our school's team was able to advance to the third round of the regional Mock Trial competition. Although Mock Trial requires a huge amount of work and dedication, the final result is well worth it. After spending many hours with the team, I can confidently assert that everyone supports each other.
When I joined the wrestling team in grade nine, I had no idea that it would be one of the best decisions I have ever made throughout high school. It is a sport that I fell in love with from the moment I stepped on the matt for my first practice. Being the smallest and only grade nine to join the team that year was very intimidating. However, after my first practice, I was no longer overwhelmed by the group of 15-20 wrestlers because they became my family. Our coach is a strong believer that in order to be successful as a team, it is important to support each other like a family.
During the four years that you are in high school, almost everyone will come in contact with extremely joyful and great experiences as well as a few confusing and lousy ones. I, of course, encountered both. One experience in particular that has had a lasting effect on me is my participation as both a competitive cheerleader and sideline football cheerleader during the first three years of high school. To give some backstory, I was a competitive gymnast for seven years. Once I got to high school, I discovered we did not have a gymnastics team, but my high school did have a competitive cheer team where I could tumble and compete (two things which I love) at the same time.
Softball has always been very important to me family. My mom played in college and both of my parents played when I was growing up. My sister and I both started around the age of twelve and played all throughout high school. I decided to go a step further like my mom and play in college. I was so excited to meet all kinds of new people and play the game we all love,
Even though it was a little tough, it was completely worth it. On the third day of tryouts, the decision had been made and one by one, we went in to the gymnasium to find out our fate. Luckily, my hard work had paid off and…. I made freshman team!
The Summer of 2014 changed me, along with California, I went on a mission to Seattle and spent 2 weeks back packing. I went into my junior year with full forces studying hard for my ACT, becoming president of clubs, running varsity cross country, taking second in tennis and realizing I wanted to break out of Montana and go out of state for college. My past was my past and I would not change it for anything because it made me who I am today. I had found that same sassy, and independent two year old mentality I had
Alas, I’m not a total loser. My sophomore year I went undefeated in my cross country league. Happily I did eventually win the Student Council Presidency my senior year. But on the whole, I wouldn’t bet on me to win anything.
That fall I joined the cross country team and lettered varsity. Later in the spring I joined my high school’s musical, and a year later I got the lead role. These were two things I ended up loving throughout my high school career that I never would’ve had the courage to try if I had stayed in my comfort zone of playing softball. I knew I had given up a major part of who I was, but what I didn’t know was all the other new experiences and people waiting behind that door. The injury itself was a brutal ending to a big part of what I thought made me who I was.
Being involved in the marching band was a big wake up call for me. Practice was every Monday and Wednesday from 6pm to 9pm, on fridays we performed halftime at football games, and on saturdays it would either be a 9am
Rebekah Woods, a third year front ensemble member and eleventh grader quoted the movie Drumline, saying, “One band, One sound.” Band members have similar mannerisms, such as walking in time when not in band and making simple songs or beats outside of practice. Around each other, band members lose most inhibitions they have at school and enjoy the presence of other band members before practice. The 2015 Mighty Trojan Marching Band
When tryouts for the school 's first year of having an archery team arrived, I, nervous and irresolute as ever, took from my coach for the first time the bow that would be my counselor and companion for years thereafter. For the next six years, I would go on to be the only person to be a part of the Prattville school system 's archery program every single year since its inception. As friends left to college and new lives, I remained, making new friends and developing faster than I ever had before, my morale buoyed by a hardened love for archery and its potential to bring together the most unlikely of companions from all walks of life, my conscience learning to evaluate not only the intricacies of my aim, my posture, and my breath, but also my mind, the often raucous command post of my youth. Over the years, my team has competed in five national archery tournaments,
When I started high school, the club that excited me the most, was National Honors Society. So, at the first chance I got, in my sophomore year. After being a member for a year, I quickly realized that I wanted to take on a leadership opportunity in the club. So, I took a shot for the stars, and campaigned for being president of Honors Society. Though I had some competition, I put my all into composing a speech, and I won the presidency, and I have been president since.
I’m a person that is constantly doing something. Whether it’s marching band or working at Kumon, nothing satisfies me more than getting things done. I’ve been this way for as long as I can remember. To me, I can’t will myself to be stuck doing nothing unless I’m sleeping or eating- it just isn’t possible. Although it’s a trait that some may not admire, it’s something I appreciate in the plethora of my personality traits.
Out of all the things I would do in high school, nothing would impact me more than joining the North Rangers Marching Band. It would give me more skills than any other aspect of my life that would prepare me for a future and allow me to evolve from a shy child to an adult with skills that prepared me for my future. I went into high school as a shy kid, with no true direction, at least until I discovered my schools marching band. Although coming in two years behind most of me peers, I knew that this was where I was meant to be, and with that, my mind was set and I was determined. Throughout the next two years, I would face countless difficulties with this that felt at times like tests of my willpower and what this band meant to me, but luckily I would push through, and in the end, would be left with a stronger person.