Freshmen year was a rude awakening of what I was getting myself into. Coach Smolder was the toughest coach I have ever had. Our first day of practice we had to run 66, 40 yard sprints and I did all that just to start kickoff return on a 7-3 playoff football team, but I was the only freshmen to start. Sophomore year came around and it was a great learning experience because I started offensive line and played over ¾ of the game at defensive end which was weird because I’ve always played middle linebacker. I suppose everyone was in a sophomore slump because that year we were mediocre, going 5-5, but I was the only sophomore to play and I even picked up a fumble and ran it in for a 43 yard touchdown, it was our best game if the year.
Growing up Wrestling “I hate wrestling” at least that is what I felt about this sport before I started wrestling Freestyle Greco-Roman. I first started Freestyle in 6th grade and I did amazing that year. My friend Hunter’s Dad was my coach at the time. I went all the way to nationals in Salt Lake City, Utah. I ended up finishing 8th all-American.
The program had not won a playoff game in over 110 years, and went on a 14 year span without winning a game. However, this didn’t stop Courtney from having faith in his new team. His first year there he won four games, and ended his career later on with a 10-2 record, reaching the playoffs and losing by just one point. The film, though it does spend some time on the game of football, grabs the audience 's attention much more effectively by focusing on the internal struggles of Coach Courtney and his three star players, O.C., Money, and
Almost forgot the name of my high school is Adrian Wilcox High, home of the thunder if I remember correctly or lightning one of the two but I digress. After the first period of class, which nothing much really happened but explaining school rules and such. I began to realize that high school feels the same as middle school expect there were four times the students than there is in eighth grade; walking down the halls I can feel eyes of the higher grades scoping not only myself but a majority of the other freshmen knowing we are struggling to find our scheduled classes. Lunch finally comes around I start opening up to other students to make and try to make some friends, I remember lunch and after were my favorite times back then my classes were easy and so chill
The second day of tryouts was atrocious, weather wise. With a combination of rain and chill, it really tested everyone who was playing that day. Out of nowhere, I shot amazingly, ten strokes lower than I did the previous day. I felt great, I was almost sure I would make the team at this point, but I didn’t want to jinx anything. I shot a 55 the next day, which kind of lowered my spirits, but not so bad as I was feeling defeated like the year before.
Instead, he starts off as a scared and nervous kid who could barely hold himself to go to practice. Royce can be seen thinking “I was scared shitless when I first came out, and not of the coaches. Like all freshmen, I was shipped over to JV, Team White, and I was so nervous the first day I had the shits for thirty minutes and was late for my first real practice. I was in the stall bent over and miserable and thinking, No way you can compete at this level. I had my chin on my knees.
As the scrimmage began, Johnson’s emotions got the best of him, as his anxiety made him miss every shot he took. He was useless on the court, no defense, bad passing, and bad shooting. Tryouts soon concluded and Johnson knew that he failed to make the high school team. He left the gym in frustration and anger, As he got home, his mother immediately ran towards him, excited as can be. “Well how’d you do?” she asked him.
Allie 's death was the horrifying event that happened in Holden 's life because Allie and Holden were really close. Holden said in J.D. Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye “I was only thirteen and they were going to have me psychoanalyzed and all because i broke all the windows in the garage. I don 't blame them. I really don 't i slept in the garage the night he died and i broke all the goddam windows with my fist” (Salinger 78).
One minute they were both on their knees, in our small, quiet living room, begging for the Nazis ' mercy, and the next my father was blown backwards. Then my mother screamed that scream, the variety of sound that makes your eyes burn and your soul wince. The next thing I knew I was bursting out the kitchen door, running from that sound. I didn’t know where I was running to, I just knew I had to get out there before I saw my mother shot, or get killed
My mom’s was looking at my dad, crying and saying last words. My dad takes me far away until a who stops him, my dad quickly puts me under a rock with all my stuff, and tries to fight the who, but it was too late, all I saw was a huge blast of fire, along with a flash of lightning. That fire went straight to my face I felt unconscious. I didn 't wake up until 5;00 in the morning,it was Christmas to be more exact. Another Grinnie who survived, put me in a basket and dropped me really quickly at a doorstep at a whos house.
All we could think about was those extra hours of sleep that the morning would bring. We were so distracted by this that it all happened so quickly. We were mauled by an enraged mob of infected, there was no other option but for all of us to split up. Thats where I got lost. Now I 'm stuck here writing in this stupid journal!
we were play 29 palms that week, they are our biggest rivals after yucca and i just wanted to get yellow paint on my helmet so bad. last year when we played them a big boy crushed me and i hurt my ankle. i was really hoping he was a freshman last year so i could get some payback. I woke up the morning of the game put some makeup on and a mask that looked very human like and went to school. i told everyone that i was an exchange student and would only be there for two days.
The Day of the Big Game Have you ever been so nervous for something but also super excited at the same time? This happened to me on the day of my first tackle football game against our team 's biggest rivals (Linganore), in front of my family and friends on a perfect day for football. That is a day I will never forget. For the last few years I’ve had a love for football, but was only allowed to play flag football (no tackle football). I disliked flag football and was so happy when I finally was allowed to sign up for Urbana Hawks tackle football this Fall.
Half way through the scrimmage at practice, I was running the bases when I felt a “pop” in my leg and immediately collapsed and screamed for help. At that moment was when my life changed and my softball playing career almost ended. Driving to the emergency room 30 mins away, felt like hours because I was scared out of my mind.
Even on games where I didn’t start, I was getting a lot of playing time. That really pushed me to be even better for my senior season. After my first season of varsity was over I felt even more motivated to get better. I started lifting weights almost every day, even if it meant I had to go to the gym at midnight and still go to school the next morning. The summer of my senior year all I did was either work or work out, I barely spent any time with my friends.