Payoff Day Research Paper

Polar Opposites 15-50, the most lopsided score all year. As the last place team running against last year’s State Champions, we knew we were going to lose. The meet resembled David and Goliath except Goliath would most certainly win. We went into every meet knowing we were going to lose, but that was irrelevant, because to us, cross country was more than just the final score.

The butterflies have been in my stomach all night while I anticipated the alarm clock to alarm with that annoying buzzing sound. As I reached over and hit the snooze button, I could not believe it was 4 A.M. already. I went in the bathroom sat on the toilet to relieve myself and then washed my hands, washed my faced and brushed my teeth. The washcloth on my face felt as refreshing as a cool breeze on windy day. Today, I enlisted in the United States Armed Service as an Army Soldier.

Since teams were completely random, my residents were able to meet with other residents that they haven’t had the chance to hang out with yet. They were all able to bond within their teams by doing silly and fun tasks to achieve a shared goal. When all the teams met back in the floor lounge, I surprised them all with root beer floats. The winning team got their bagels paid for when our whole floor went out to bagel café for brunch the next day. I enjoy this program because it was able to bring together residents on my floor that didn’t necessarily know each other by the halfway point of FSSP.

Nocturnal Animals (30.11.2017) Yesterday was a very stressing day at work; I had many cases to finish, a big crime to investigate and an angry supervisor to deal with. I returned back home and decided not to sleep until doing something to relive such stress. After thinking for some time, I decided to watch a movie. Currently, I am at work and I am thinking why can’t I stop thinking about this movie? Nocturnal Animals is a 2016 American movie directed by Tom Ford, based on the novel “Tony and Susan” written by Austin Wright.

I’m twelve now, this is my second year going to Boy Scout Camp, we’ve been crammed in vans for several hours and are at a gas station. With twenty plus scouts waiting in line, one of the boys decides to use the ladies room as he doesn’t want to have an accident. After the fact, trying to be nice I gently put a hand on his shoulder and start to say “Hey man, if we’r…” I was cut short as he punched me in the sternum. It hurt, I was rather winded but I thought I was fine, so we all went the last two hours to camp.

I was now ready, especially if Ana, the one who invited me was ready for this sport is known for bruises. When we finally get to the park, and Ana no longer wants to do it. She says she is now too afraid of the rumored pain from the paintball impact. Luckily, when we get to the counter before our day of paintball, the staff suggests

My father was so shocked by his anger that he threatened to shoot Paul as he slept. Honestly, those two just can’t seem to like each other even an ounce. I deserved what I got, I mean, I did make a mess. Paul is just extremely stressed over this whole trip. He needs some extra sleep, which is what he got tonight.

I couldn’t sleep from the constant feeling that bugs were crawling on me. About halfway into the trip, my family and I were eating dinner at California Dreaming when we received a phone call from our neighbor informing us of a large storm that was present back home. “It sounds like someone is ripping off my garage door,” our neighbor, Sharee Wagoner, explained. We continued eating without worry until Sharee called us a second time telling us that her next door neighbor’s trampoline was in her pool. The five of us all

My alarm woke me at five thirty that morning. Groaning, I rolled off my cozy air mattress onto the cold, hard, worn, wooden floor. Shivering, I clumsily gathered my toiletries and made my way to the university showers with my roommates. We bathed quickly under the frigid water and then hurried back to the dorms where we were staying. Our mission trip leaders gathered with us outside of the dorms and explained to us what we would be doing on our last day of service

In addition, the lunch is consisted of one ham and cheese sandwich, an apple and a milk. It comes in a brown paper bag and we all know that the child eating that type of lunch, certainly cannot afford to buy a meal from school. I worked for the school district for many years and saw those types of issues every day. Of course I was always the one to dig money out of my pocket, and buy those children hot lunches. It broke my heart to see them eating alone.

I had purple, black bruises around my throat while my mom suffered from broken

I started grid kid football when I was in 7th grade and I am still playing until this very day. I used to play lots of running back and wide receiver and some corner. My coaches really liked me and it was my first year and I already took people that been playing longer than me postions. Then one game we played firth it was a good game.the score was 12-14 they were up. I was on the sidelines waiting for coach to put me in as wide receiver.

The summer before junior year, I spent every weekday at work and then I went to football practice. I was ecstatic for junior year, because it was going to be my year. I was captain of the defense and was on my way to All-State and All-League titles. In July we always go to Camp Rilea for a few days of football scrimmages and practices. It had been a good trip so far, and we were looking extremely powerful for this upcoming season, but on the second to last day we were playing kickball and I dove for the ball and broke my collarbone.

On the first day of tryouts I was extremely nervous. There were so many thoughts running through my head, such as, is there going to be anyone here that I know, am I going to make the team, am I going to be able fit in. All of these things are going through my head as I walked in the dark gym, and that didn't help my nervousness at all. I was in a gym with people that I didn't know and that seemed to be more talented than me.

Mesmerised by a dim light, I noticed my mother quietly weeping in a padded white office chair. She saw that I was awake, and muttered with a noticeable creak in her voice, “Eu queria que você não fizesse isso.” “I wish you didn’t do it.” I lay there, scorched with regret, not knowing how to answer. My parents, who risked everything to immigrate here from Portugal, were now sitting next to their child in a hospital bed.