"I 've fallen for your eyes, but they dont know me yet." "Nice to meet you." I address all the boy 's calmly even though my mind is spinning. I remember them vividly now. Every year around the time in spring, my school administrator makes the whole high school take one big picture together for the school yearbook to show our so called, "School pride."
My observation paper is going to be about my trip to Kansas City Sporting. On my way there I was thinking on how I should speak more and not be shy to talk to people. So on the first day of tryouts everyone there was very friendly I met every single coach and every single player that plays for that team. At first I though everyone was going to be rude and not even speak to me but it turned out the opposite. When I got on the field I was expecting for everyone to be friendly on the field as they were off the field.
Charlie went to Bill’s house. They eat lunch. Bill tells Charlie that her was his best, most gifted, and most special student he has ever had, but not in a creepy way. This makes Charlie cry because his Aunt Helen was the last person to call him special. It was the day of graduation.
Across the workplace you can hear the buzzing talk about football across the day, from the moment we start work till our shift ends. Our work days go by fast as we joyfully joke around about the performance of each-other’s teams. Since the start of our league ten years ago we have become more organized, we put together every detail about our league from the draft day to the end of our leagues season which we end with a super bowl party. The conversation amongst my friends somehow always leads back to football, when I ask for help with consolidating a pallet, instead of a yes I hear, “hey how about them cowboys”. I was astonished on how simply we all started as a Fantasy Football League with strangers, which has evolved to become more like a family.
It was time. The moment my twenty committee members and I had been waiting for: the committee reveal. Both my hands were tightly gripped onto the hands of my friends as our eyes filled with eagerness, and our throats had swelled from angst. ‘Did we break the record?’ was the common question thought amongst my peers that remained in this classroom, scattered with committee items and food for the night. The past school year of 2016-2017, twenty upperclassmen worked alongside club advisors and me to create the infamous night at Manasquan High School: Squan-A-Thon.
I was in a classroom with my soccer teammates waiting to be called in the announcements to get in the bus. We had become district, bi district, and area champions that year and we were on our way to play the regional final in Tyler, TX. When they called us up to board the bus we made our way to the front of the school where the bus was waiting for us. At our surprise the whole school was in the hallways cheering for us with posters that had our names and numbers on them and even with the school band leading us out. Cameras flashed, students cheered, and teachers clapped.
The next day, it was a time when the relocation plan is to be discussed. Paul and Joey and their families and maybe a thousand other people have gathered in the gymnasium. Dad positions himself on the stage. The county commissioners want him there to help them focus on Old Charley Burns as the guilty party. The meeting starts with Mrs. Gates thanking all the school staff who have been working hard since the disaster occurred.
I would often sit alone in the loud and disturbing cafeteria because I feared rejection from other students. My junior year of high school, I decided to run for Interact Club president. I genuinely enjoyed being a part of the volunteer based club that met every Thursday. When deciding to run for president I felt as if I was bringing new ideas to the table in order to help our community better. I stood in front of what felt like a below zero, freezing meeting room, which was filled with the smell of everyone’s “nutritious” lunches, and gave a speech on why I should be voted in as the club president.
Darting through the long, bright hallway, I laughed outrageously with my friends while trying to get to the noisy, yellow buses. It was April __ and the students at Southern Nash Middle were finally being released from all classes. Everyone was extremely ecstatic because we out for a week for spring break. As we loaded upon the bus, everyone jumped in their seats and began talking about their plans for the week. I talked to my friends who sat across from me and listened to them talk on and on.
When we finally got back I told my dad what happened and all he had to say to me was “At least it did not come off.” “So nothing bad about it?” “That 's right, we live we learn.” It was only gushing out blood for a minute. The next morning when I woke up everybody was packing up when I asked my dad what was going on his answer was so intense it slapped my head around until I understood that he was leaving to New York for two weeks! I was in shock he had never done something like this before without bringing my sister and I. We packed up, and headed to the cars everybody gave me their candy, and snacks. I asked my aunt if she could let my cousin Gabe come along in the same car as me she answered “yes and I 'm sorry about your dad leaving to N.Y.
(Watch President Monson 's announcement here --> https://www.lds.org/youth/video/welcome-to-conference?lang=eng ) I remember hearing the news that Saturday morning at my high school. I was attending a mandatory rehearsal that day and was unable to watch the first session of conference. When word got out at rehearsal I remember many of my female classmates jumping up and down and bursting into tears. I will be completely honest...though I was absolutely thrilled for everyone around me, no part of me wanted to jump up and down or cry. These girls dreamed of serving a mission and that opportunity was now within reach.
I always would remember a quote that my coach told me and the team “Do you want to be history or make history?” When the game was over everyone looked up at the scoreboard. The score was 20 to 14. When I turned around and looked at everyone I saw many down faces and tears. Coach Newton called the team together in our locker. One of the players took the game so hard that he did not want to come together with the team.
The moment I tweeted about being on the set, within a couple days, I had more tweets on my twitter page than I had ever had before. The Hearties are loyal and excited. At least 10-20 fans have actually put me in a group of “new people” on the show and told everyone to follow me. I know right now that some people absolutely hate Roy, but they are still supportive of me. I’m kind of like one of those characters you love to hate.
Two days later they all was at Corey house and all of them got an unexpected call and they all answered and it was the band director Mr. Hamyer and he said that they all made it to the human jukebox, all of them started to cry because that was their dream an Corey, Kendall, and Carlton finally did it! First game came about, they was so excited they was more excited because they play the instrument they played the instrument in high school. As time went by the game ended and the 5th quarter came about where they battle. They finally battle the other band and the last song they got to twirl and that’s when they knew that they made
As a baby, I was still just the same Ohio State fan. I would chant and cheer for the scarlet and grey. I made a slight pronunciation issue that I will forever laugh at because it said Ohio Steak instead of Ohio State. I was defiantly the laughing stock of the family on Saturday’s and now no one can call me a fake fan because I was rooting for the Buckeye’s before I could even pronounce the words correctly. In the winter of my kindergarten year, a major snowstorm struck in Ohio.