A picture that is very meaningful to me, is this picture of Bailey and I from our freshman year. Although it is not the best picture of us, I feel like it represents a lot from our journey of our freshman year. The picture was taken at our fall sports banquet for volleyball. We are standing side by side holding our letters. It seems like so long ago, yet it was only two years ago. I remember our last day of volleyball tryouts when we found out that we both made varsity; It was a day that i’ll always remember. Bailey went first and then I followed right after her. When it was my turn, the head volleyball coach told me I scored really well during our tryouts and that she wanted me to play on her varsity team along with Bailey. I was beyond excited and I remember all I wanted to do was get up and scream, but I played it cool and just went with a big smile. …show more content…
It marked the beginning of our freshman year together. Even though it feels like this picture was taken forever ago, it also feels like it was just yesterday. I never believed people when they said that high school flies by, until this year, my junior year. I was just beginning in this picture. I would have never guessed my life would be how it is now. In a year, I’ll be walking across a stage at my graduation. Where does time go? This picture resembles how close Bailey and I use to be. It was taken before boys were even apparent in our life, or before there was any tension with school or everything around us. Lastly, this picture represents how hard we worked to get where were. It was so accomplishing making varsity as a freshman. Our first day of practice was rough because all of the upperclassman on JV were pissed at us. One time during a water break, they basically told us just to quit because we weren’t going to get any playing time. They obviously didn’t know what they were talking about because we played every single
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It’s Friday night and the St. Rita football team is playing Mount Carmel in our homecoming game. Everyone is cheering and having a great time. The St. Rita football team is winning and everyone is exited. As I look around and see how much attention the football team is getting, and how when people think of St. Rita they think of our sports teams. How we have a great sports program.
“The two opportunities I was able to go to the State Tournament were definitely my highlight moments.” Degler said. “It’s an experience you don’t always get to have, and we had a good group of girls who played hard and it all came together for us, we didn’t know it at the time but it’s something you look back on and remember.”
and I was getting ready to board the bus for a state football game against the Becker Bulldogs. The police escorted us to Saint Cloud State under a lot of care. Even though I was a freshman and didn’t play much varsity, I was getting to see what it was state is like. My coaches gave me the opportunity to come along to dress and I couldn’t thank them
The head coach sat us down and told us that if we were to come to North Andover High, she would guarantee us all spots on the varsity team as freshman. This was a very tempting offer
We had a lot of fun even though our brothers team wasn't doing too well, after we left that first game I couldn't stop thinking about that really cute girl I sat next to. I thought that it was a fun experience but I didn't think it would go anywhere, but boy was I wrong.
The softball team has gave me unforgettable friendships, the ability to play with such inspiring athletes, and has given me skills that I can carry on due to coach Sal. The first year I had started on West High’s softball team was sophomore year. I remember going to the try outs, feeling awkward, due to me not being close to any of the girls since we were twelve and eleven. All the girls that were my age, the ones I was friends with when I was younger, were all on varsity. Since it was my first year back as a Falcon, Sal placed me on JV.
¨Now coming up to the plate for the Horned Frogs number 17, Mario Rivera!¨ In five years I pray this is the chance I will get to have, to hear my name while walking up to the plate, name in shining lights,people cheering my name. I pray that this opportunity comes to me as I dream to play baseball for my favorite college, The Texas Christian University Horned Frogs. Just imagine it the chance to play college baseball for the college you have have keeping up with since eight, boy do I hope I can have the special opportunity to accomplish something that big. First of all, I think this would be a great experience for me because I know many adults who have exclaimed the college baseball experience to be a joyride of fun as you travel coast to
In the piece there are multiple trees scattered around the lower third of the painting. The shape of the leaves are an elliptical shape, some are more circular than others. Most of the other trees are green as well, however, the one of the right is a yellow-green. The leaves are darker near the bottom which gives them a sense of form and value. On the leaves, there are small circular dots.
When a picture is really looked at, there can be so many thoughts and questions flowing through one’s mind. This still animation, from an unknown author, is that of a simple situation but everything can be analyzed to create a better image of that painting. This picture can incite a storm is coming, a feeling of relaxation, there is proof of what time of year and day it is, and there are some clues to the women’s personality. In the top right corner of the photograph, it is easy to see that there is a large accumulation of clouds.
What we learn from Foucault’s analysis is that the painting’s spatial structure indicates there are particular figures somehow residing outside the painting and yet are, in a seemingly paradoxical manner, literally included in the painting. There are of course two paintings, the one that we see as the spectator of Las Meninas and the one that is being painted by the Velázquez within the frame. Looking closely, we observe through the mirror at the back of the room King Philip IV and his second wife and niece Mariana of Austria, the apparent subjects of the painting within the frame. Unexpectedly, we see the painter himself, in the process of representation, and we also see a spectator, not unlike us, the viewer of the process, standing in the doorway. These, as theory tells us, are the three requirements of any work of art—the artist, the creation itself and the audience—and are here included not simply as representation of representation, but rather as an introduction to modernity.
I adored Torri at the time and wanted to be close; however, our distinct age difference set us apart. When the picture was taken Torri had just graduated high school, and as for me I was graduating the sixth grade. On that magnificent day the sky looked like a watercolor painting filled with warm, vibrant colors.
At the beginning of my high school career, I made it my goal to become a member of the varsity volleyball team, which I eventually achieved. When I made varsity, I was thrilled to be able to compete with exceptional teams within our conference;
My special photo is with my best friend Nathalee. In the photo she is giving me a piggy back ride, we are in our Alemany school uniform on the lower baseball field. We both have the biggest smile of friendship on our faces, you are able to tell we are having some fun after school on the fields in our first semester of high school. Nathalee had long brown hair that swept the floor and I had short hair with long slightly pink bangs. It was our first year of high school so Freshman year, we looked like babies.
While my classmates soaked in complacency, I yearned for greatness. Fast forward to senior year and my life has been lavished with practices, weightlifting, agility training, tournaments, and games 52 weeks a year- my freshman dream as a reality. I became always “available” to get my name out in the volleyball world, sacrificing my time with friends and family as a consequence. Eventually, I reached a point where I lost my identity and my medals no longer made me proud of how far I came.
The soft wind danced its way through the city suburbs, nudging another lifeless, amber leaf gently from a withered oak tree towards the deep carpet of rusty, reds and russets. Anxious commuters with furrowed faces buried into their raincoat were rushing towards the subway seeking refuge from the blustery day panicking to get to work on time. No one was smiling, no one could. The sunny welcoming summer mornings had gone; leaving behind a deep sense of nostalgia floating amongst the dying remnants of warm summer days.