The game had started about 20 minutes ago with the Squeakers winning. One side of the field was covered with fans dressed in blue while the other was covered in green. A loud whistle indicated that the Barkleys had just scored a touchdown. The whole side of the field with fans dressed in red cheered with victory.
It was a cool and crisp night as the clock wound down ‘til halftime at the homecoming game where the Slinger Owls took on the West Bend West Suns. The strong smell of the fresh burgers on the the propane grill lingered in the air while bugs were swarming around the lights that lit up the new turf field. The score was Slinger 14-7 and the clock was ticking down as I was anxiously waiting for the six-minute mark. I didn 't realize untill we got onto the field that that this band performance is the one that matters the most.
Bloody, bruised, and battered, Falls Church’s football team fought on in the fourth quarter. A football flew through the air as players crashed into one another sprinting to the ball, except I wasn’t on the field, nor was I on the sideline. I was a freshman watching our varsity footall team lose 0 to 48 on homecoming night, a familiar sight to many Falls Church students for the past 40 years. Those past 40 years are what has made Falls Church football the laughing stock of our conference, and since our school was one of the smallest high schools in the area, we never had the speed, size, or numbers to compete with other football teams. Our own school saw the team as a joke, 0-10 was a common season record, and being a Falls Church football
The home football team was expected to win on Friday night, through the whole first half they were up 41-0. The coaches warned the players to keep their mind focused on the game until the very end. Ignoring their coaches advice, during halftime they laughed and joked around in the locker room assuming they had already won the game. However, during the second half of the game the visiting team that was down by 41 points came back and tied up the game leaving fans of both teams biting their finger nails in suspense as the two tams battled it out.
November 3, 2015 was an ordinary Friday night for the community of Sharon Springs, Kansas. Hundreds gathered at the high school football field to support their boys. Luke Schemm, a 17-year-old senior linebacker and running back was having a heck of a game. Late in the third quarter, Schemm ran 58 yards for his third touchdown. In the very next play, he received an outside pitch for a two-point conversion.
Football at the lot It was very sunny out the gang was playing football and darry was the person that protects the quarterback johnny was the punter he was a decent good punter but he needs improvement we could not be on the field he get beat up enuff so for know he is the alright punter. Two bit and dally where runners soda got bored so he just started to run around steve was a defender sumtime with soda when he was bored so when soda ran off dally would step in to play defense. I was the quarterback and every time i boced up a pass darry would yell at me that two bit was wide open then he would treten one more play like that I am QB. then we would play it for hours then all go home.
In the film “Remember the Titans”, we can see the development of a group from a somewhat dysfunctional group to a highly cohesive one. A group is two or more interacting and interdependent individuals who come together to achieve specific goals. In this case it is winning a state championship. In this film, we clearly observe 4 stages of group development, Forming, Storming, Norming and Performing.
He told me that I could not succeed. He told me I was “doomed to fail.” I was introduced to the beauty and wonder of Japan when I was four years old. It started with Pokémon, but it blossomed into a full-blown passion. I was enamored with the culture and history of Japan, along with the styles and themes portrayed in anime and manga.
I’m not an orator, nor am I a scholar. Though I do enjoy a good debate and engaging in intellectual conversations ; I feel like I am never “good-enough”. I always seem to find myself comparing myself to others. Whether it’s my grades or appearance. I never feel worthy.
Beep, beep, beep, beep, bee- “Ugh,” I groaned. It was Wednesday morning and I had a big math final today. I got up out of bed and went to go open my white curtains, that hung low to my floor. The sun welcomed my face with a warm, bright embrace.