It happened on June 11, 2015. My lacrosse team won our regional quarter final game the previous day—I scored my personal best of five goals and was named Player of the Game. As a reward for the win, my coach gave us a three hour practice the next day that was strictly conditioning—leaving the seniors 30 minutes to go home, shower, change, and drive to our Senior Dinner at Bowdoin College. I raced home from practice, my sweat sticking to the car leather seats, music blasting, and the wind in my hair. I had the future on my mind: playoffs, graduation, summer, and college.
That one ticket would turn out to be the start of a solo around the world adventure. This one lesson would turn out to be the start of a two year working experience with adaptive sports and adults with disabilities. Studying anthropology as my undergrad I was always interested in people, in humanity. Traveling solo, working my way around the globe taught me how to be resourceful, courageous, independent, and open minded. After traveling I moved again to Colorado where I got a job working with adults with disabilities and also volunteer every week with the adaptive sports program.
However, with my platoon mates pushing on one another, I was also motivated to strive harder and push on to complete the Route March. When I stepped into the parade square after the last 3km, I felt very contented. I hope that the 24km Route March on 10/11/2015 would go very smoothly like the 16km Route March with nobody falling out. And I hope that everyone would be at the floating platform for our POP! Never did I actually think that the 17 weeks would pass by in a blink of an eye and I would say that I actually enjoyed the whole of BMT and the PTP, together with my buddies, section mates, platoon mates, company mates and last but not least, Leopard Company Commanders.
I had been backpacking before, but when I had heard of Philmont, a scout camp out in New Mexico, I was exceptionally excited. My crew and I had picked a trek we were going on, and then we trained. I trained for four to five months before the hike. My dad and I 5 other scouts were doing the trek which would go to Baldy Mt. and The Tooth of Time.
The 41 Pound Bluecat It was a warm, breezy summer morning at Milford Reservoir. My dad had just woken up and he came to wake me up. We got dressed and got the boat ready and headed out to the boat dock. When we got there I got in the boat and got the life jackets out. My dad got in the truck and backed me into the water.
Situation Analysis: Coach P, the coach of the Army Crew team for the United States Military Academy at West point was in a dilemma on the selection of Varsity and Junior Varsity crew while the crew season was coming to an end in May 2002 with just one week before the commencement of the National Championship race wherein over 100 schools were expected to compete. With his vast experience of nine years of coaching and selection of the top eight rowers based on long series of objective tests measuring individual strength, technique and endurance using the ergometer machine, which had helped him in producing consistent result of creating a winning team, he is now faced with a situation of his best eight rowers team- Varsity consistently losing
They both entered together and had won, after the last reminding kite was cut, Hassan had offered to retrieve the fallen kite and promised to bring it back to Amir. During that interaction, it was the time Amir saw Hassan smile, until 26 years later in a photograph (Hosseini 71).
I got up at eight o’clock and went with my dad to go fishing on my uncles boat. One hour into fishing, I made one of my favorite catches. It was around ten o’clock in the morning, and on the boat there was my uncle, my dad, and my grandpa. It all began when my grandpa got a bite and so he was struggling as he was reeling in his fish. Since my pole was near his in the water, I was told to reel my line in so that it would not tangle with my grandpa’s.
He invented the game and it was a huge achievement as he watched it grow to be favored by many. William G. Morgan was born in 1870 at Lockport, New York. He spent his childhood years going to a public school and working at his father’s boat yard. In 1891 Morgan went to Mt. Hermon Preparatory School in Northfield, Massachusetts, and that is where he made a friend.
'I'm Charles Baker Harris...I can read.' (Lee 8) With this brief introduction, the lives of Scout and Jem Finch are forever changed. Charles Baker Harris, otherwise known as 'Dill,' becomes a fixture of Scout and Jem's summertime adventures, helping them get into and out of all sorts of trouble. Scout describes him as a 'curiosity': “He wore blue linen shorts that buttoned to his shirt, his hair was snow white and stuck to his head like duckfluff; he was a year my senior but I towered over him. As he told us the old tale his blue eyes would lighten and darken; his laugh was sudden and happy; he habitually pulled at a cowlick in the center of his forehead” (Lee 9).