Everyone knows a teenage girl who isn’t self-confident because she isn’t pretty enough, skinny enough, smart enough, funny enough, etc. It has gotten to the point where girls will go to extreme limits to become what the media teaches them. I hate when a girl says that she is ugly. It breaks my heart because they are beautiful inside and out. They just can’t see it because the media and society show them what they “should look like.”
Working day and night, she slaved away to every need or want that “The Mom” or “The Dad” sent her way. This continued until the morning of April 9, 2002, when Shyima was rescued at the age of 12, 6 months away from turning 13. It took time for her to trust the police and men in general, but eventually with the help of patience and understanding people like Mark, she began to
Ray never had a loving mother when he grew up, and so he is taking his anger out on Alice. Now Alice is dead, her heart is still beating, but she feels dead. Nobody ever notices her, or is empathetic for her. Alice contemplates everyday to take the kitchen knife and commit suicide, but never works up the courage to do so. All Alice ever wants is to escape the terror of Ray’s hot hands, grasping, sexual assaults, and hurting.
The narrator claims she can never "total it all," all of Emily's pain from childhood, and she mourns that Emily has had to keep too much inside of herself. Finally, the narrator asks the figure from school only to make sure Emily understands that "she is more than this dress on the ironing board, helpless before the iron"
I went to an all-white school and I was the black/brown girl and then I went to an all-black school and I was the white/brown girl. I was never black enough to be fully accepted or white enough to not be reminded that I was not white.
As soon as I got the ball, I started to race down the court pounding the ball as I was dribbling. I squared up facing the hoop getting ready to take my shot. I raised my arm up, releasing the ball with my fingertip with poor form and arc. The ball went flying towards the hoop very fast. The sound of the net went swoosh
It was fall of my eighth-grade year, and I couldn't wait for basketball tryouts. I had been practicing all summer trying to prepare for my first basketball tryout. Then I heard the school bell ring meaning tryouts was in ten minutes. Nervously, I walked into the gym and saw a lot of kids trying out who have played their whole lives; then the coach blew the whistle and we all started warming up. At the end of tryouts, I thought I played great
Conclusion: In conclusion the overall importance of this assignment was to observe and analyze the behaviors of athletes and teams in their natural sport setting. I believe observing this men’s basketball game has taught me a lot. Through observations, I learned that the amount of time and dedication the athletes and teams put into and in preparation for a game and sport in general is
In 8th grade, I was able to do the Spartan Games and you were allowed to pick the events you wanted to compete in. I picked basketball, the balloon toss, and the soccer kick. The first event that I competed in, on the day of the Spartan Games, was the basketball tournament. I was one of the only girls on my team. For each team, there were more than 3 people so at least one person would be a sub.
I knew I was going to be in big trouble with my mom and a teacher quickly approached me and took me to the office where they patched me up and called my mom. Once my mom came to the office she was very angry and I ended up getting more hurt when I got home and my parents disciplined me. In conclusion, my first day as a 7th grade middle schooler was one moment I would perfectly recall in my life and till this day I have some permanent scars that stayed with me from the day that I fell off the path I was
If we want to win, we need to just go get the rebound, or go dive on the floor for a loose ball. It does not matter how; all that matters is that we need to just go get the ball. It is when the ball is in the air that the game plan goes out the window, and whoever wants the rebound more is going to succeed. This is why I love basketball, because when the game becomes close and it comes down to effort, I know that no one is going to outwork me for the ball. We could have played badly and not gotten any calls from the referees all game, but it doesn’t matter, because if the game is close at the end, one’s internal drive to accomplish what they want could still propel them to achieving
They came down the court and we go a steal, ran down the court and made an easy layup. By halftime we noticed something, the expressions on their face… they were shook. We had intimidated the A team and that pushed us to play even harder and make sure everyone knew we were a dangerous team to play against. We beat them and we were happier than a kid at a circus. We had become the A team.
Challenges are events that are used to change you for the better should you choose it accept it. The challenges I have faced wasn’t a matter of choice but of something that I have no control over. Some people will tell you it’s a burden, some say it’s an entitlement or free ride. Science says it’s just having a high amount of melatonin due to geographical location for survival. To me though, being black probably one of the biggest challenges a human can have in America at least I find it terribly perplexing.
“You guys ready?” , my mom asked us as she closed the moving truck and hops in the front seat. As I load my bag in the truck, I remember facing the continuous struggles of moving. Growing up, I constantly moved from state to state, and being so young in the processes just caused a lot of stress in my life.
My entire life has been me looking forward. Always looking forward and rarely looking back. Learning from past occurrences and planning the next; I have been a sure handed planner all my life. When I was younger my maturity of very advanced for my age, therefore I only had a select few friends. This helped me keep a level head and remain focused.