I walked into the locker room, got changed, grabbed my water bottle, and lethargically made my way to the pool deck; the usual routine. I plunged myself into the pool and started warm up. My legs lazily pushed my body off of the wall to begin this dreaded practice. My legs felt like Jello as I kicked, my arms moved like wet noodles, my sprints didn’t come with speed, and I didn’t even try to hold my underwaters across the pool. Same thing, every single day, never seeming to improve, never seeming to change.
“I’m really not feeling it anymore,” I told my friend, Daniel, later that night, “it’s just getting really old and repetitive. Wake up, go to school, go to practice, go home. Everyday except for the Thursdays we have meets, which
The events of the past few months were twisted around my ankles and dragged around their weight wherever I went. My friends were enjoying the beginning of the school year without me, and the discouraging weakness that comes with
There was no season for me, just another disappointment. After I had heard the news, my mom had to calm me down for 20 minutes, that’s how much this meant to me. This was my first year ever being cut from the basketball team, and I had no idea what the feeling was like. I didn’t like it. I felt as if the rest of my life was over and there was nothing left for me to do.
1. INT. UNIVERSITY HALLWAY. DAY The hallway is cold and lonely.
One day I woke up and got ready for school then I remembered it was the baseball tournament. So I grabbed my bat and glove and went to school. At the end of the day,it was hufflepuff vs gryffindor it was a good game 11 to 2 that was the semi finals we played hard they did to ,did we played harder the finals were in two weeks but we had sweet victory tell the finals.
“Why me?” I asked myself. I had been working harder than anybody else I knew; I trained all year long, I would stay an hour longer at practice than my other teammates, and I would even have double practices a few times a week (one at school and one with my club coach). I was so discouraged, not just one meet but two meets in a row I was unable to clear any
Narrative Rough Draft The hardest part of my daily routine, was the time when I knew I needed to start my homework, but I really just wanted to keep watching shows on netflix. The only problem was the voice in my head that was always telling me “ Don’t worry about your homework just yet.” and “ But since this last episode ended on a cliffhanger, I have to watch the next one to see what happens.” Most of the time I was able to ignore this little voice and do what I know I had to do, but somedays it was harder. I decided to continue procrastinating for another episode.
Baseball Narrative In 1985 the Royals took the crown against the Saint Louis Cardinals in the World Series, and it happened again in 2015 against the New York Mets. On a breezy night in November, my family was watching game 5 of the World Series. Throughout innings 1-5 nobody had scored yet, so the score, I guess, was looking alright. “Kaylea guess what!”
Bridger Haffey Narrative for US101 Throughout the course of this class I have come to realize that involvement and participation is essential to my success in this course. Not only is participation a large amount of my grade, but it is also a means to understanding the material that we discuss in class. Personally, I learn best when I ask questions and get involved in finding connections between themes and ideas. This is not only true for discussion, but also for classes like calculus where it is very easy to fall behind unless I am fully engaged.
When I was six years old, I would not let go of my dad when we first entered the pool for the fear that I would drown. Now I am seven-teen years old and I fear not being fast enough. Swimming is my passion, and my life, but this wasn’t always the case. Since my high school doesn’t offer a swim team, I sought a team outside of my school district. After finding that Banning High school offered an after school swim team, I joined their swim team around the age of twelve.
Making History It was a dreary Friday for the Conroe High baseball team. After a devastating loss to Montgomery the Tuesday before, none of us were looking forward to tonight's game against College Park. It was evident that Conroe had never beaten College Park because they reminded us every time we played them.
My name is Delaney Trushel. I am a recent graduate from the University of South Carolina Aiken and am extremely excited to begin my athletic training journey. I received my bachelor's in exercise and sports science in just three years. During my final semester at Aiken, I was given the opportunity to intern with our athletic trainer (200+ hours). Throughout my internship, I observed different techniques, evaluations, and injuries across multiple sports.
A few years ago, I met a stranger in a far away land named Leslie Squatpump. We first saw each other at a local paintballing park. He was always jealous of my skills, and every time we played against each other I always beat him. After one game he asked me if we wanted to be friends and if I ever wanted to hang out I could go to house. We hung out for a while and got to know each other.
My history as a writer has been a bit of a struggle of slow development. From a young age I had a hard time with spelling and this is still a trouble area for me, even with the help of autocorrect. As I grew in age and as a writer my problematic area became not including enough nitty gritty details. My bad experiences that I recall would always involve the start of writing because I struggle with beginning paragraphs. Also, I tend to use the ending paragraph to just repeat myself, so overall my first and last paragraphs are usually shit.
One day Timmy found beans that were magic, they jumped all over the place. He tried to plant one, but it just popped out of the ground, and jumped right into his mouth, and he accidentally swallowed it. The next day he turned white sparkly the next day his arms and legs fell off he felt very weird and was freaking out, and the next day after that he formed into a complete bean, he felt scared and frightened. Then he couldn’t talk or stand he was a bean.
“Look out!” cried Sadie before everything went black. I always been horrible at baseball. Playing in gym was the worse. I always just stand in the outfield doing nothing.