Practices were held everyday after school except Wednesdays, making excessive loads of homework difficult to complete and execute. Soon, my bond and relationship with God was completely obliterated. My inclusive mood and personality was depressing and bleak. My only elated junctures were when the Marching Band placed well in a competition. After the fall marching band season concluded, I began to attend church after accompanying the youth retreat to Camp Loy White.
Over the course of a day, the three hours the various cardio became to much, often resulted in the reappearance of that morning’s breakfast. Michael would not let me touch a ball if he deemed me unfit. Originally, myy touches on the ball were grotesque, technique horrid, and diving abilities
So he said “tomorrow all games have been cancelled because of snow but I would love for you to come back and play with us.” so I said I would love to come back and play with the team coach thank you so much for giving me this opportunity. After I finished talking to him everyone came up to me and said “see you in a few months Ricky, Don’t party too much in college.” They all just seemed like they really wanted me there.
It is my passion and the band advanced to area this year. Another extracurricular activity I enjoy is Winter Guard, which is all color guard members and no band members. I have been in Winter Guard for two years and I will be going on my third year this year. The first year we got sixth place at State and I was captain my junior year as well. I feel like I have previous experiences and current events that will help me in college and am very excited to join a college
When I was a kid, there was something I have always desired to do; play in the rain. It was a boring and sunny Saturday when I observed, out of nowhere, the clouds becoming bigger and darker with every second that passed. All of my friends were sad that they had to go home, but I saw it as an instant opportunity to convince my mom to let me out and play. I have tried a plethora of times before to persuade my mom to let my play in the rain, but I have failed every single time. Generally, she gives a lot of good reasons as to why I should not do it including me getting sick or hurt, and at the end she was right about one of those.
When I was twelve my best friends name was Jamyra also known as “Jam” for short. We were inseparable, spending days and nights, sometimes even weeks together on end. Nothing could tear us apart, not a mountain, not one person, not even being three thousand miles away from each other, so we thought. In the summer of 2006 our parents surprised us, we were going to summer camp together for a week! We were so ecstatic being able to be away from our families to sleep in a cabin with random kids, going on adventures, doing cool activates, and eating as much junk food as we wanted.
Things used to be different. I used to go to school, laugh uncontrollably at lunch with all of my goofy friends and hoped that I would have time to spend with my boyfriend during the weekend. I used a name that my mom and dad gave me. The only thing I had to worry about was getting good grades… but now I worry for my family.
Marching band was fun I was very sceptical about getting all my music memorized but Ms.Snider made it very easy and kept encouraging me to get it done, along with the other members in my saxophone group. I had watched the marching band as a kid and I never thought that it was as hard as it really is. Getting all the steps and starting on your left food is very important when staying in step and getting a good rating at contest. My friends and I got even closer, and I made a lot more friends.
I haven’t even stepped foot into fun slides since. It was a traumatic experience, and the worst part is, I can’t get away from the people who caused it. I was dating Lee Rapp at the time of the incident. The fourth grade celebration wasn’t going to be our first date, since we had already gone on a field trip, and to my birthday party. I should have known something would end up happening, just with how he was acting.
Not only for our school but for the entire DISD family. We were the only soccer team throughout DISD history to make it this far. I suddenly got chills run through my body like the ones you get when you touch the shower water and it is still cold. The bus took off to Tyler and for almost two hours I would just be contemplating the places we passed while I listened to my music. Most of my teammates slept during the trip, but I couldn’t because I wanted to witness everything and soak the new experiences like a sponge.
I was completely dishearten at this point. 65 minutes in the game, my coach told me to warm up. I was thrilled and nervous, but ready to play. At minute 70, ten minutes before the game to end the ball went out of bounds, the referee stopped the game as my coach signaled for a substitution, and I entered the pitch. I played my first ten minutes of High School varsity soccer and I made the most of them.
I don 't march anywhere or play an instrument outside of band class or at my house, but band taught me that even when you think it 's too tough, you need to keep working at it until you can do it no matter what it takes. I never saw the point of working hard for something that 's so irrelevant, until I saw the entrance to the Alamodome for state marching contest and figured that even tho this is one of the hardest things i 've ever done, I was glad that me and the other forty or so people i 'm glad to call my friends and family all worked hard together and individually to get us where we are today. Knowing that I have benefited from this experience makes everything about it, the practices, the heat, the overall toughness that I endured was all worth it for me and my future. Without band I wouldn 't have a set level of endurance I have now and a level to which I work hard to reach whenever I do something that doesn 't
I used to be so oblivious. I would attend school every day and criticize my surroundings, little did I know how much I actually had. Come junior year, I observed a flyer for a club called S.A.L.T. (Student-Athlete Leadership Team), it seemed interesting to me so I decided to fill out an application. During our first meeting at 6:45 in the morning, Coach Jones, the head of the club, explained, “I did not cut anyone since you will cut yourself, you will give up and you will not want to put the work in, so you will stop coming.
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.
I had to sit on the bench every game. I cheered on my team every second that I could. I did little drills that could not injure me. I could pitch and hit, but I couldn’t play the game I love. Every two weeks, I would have to get blood drawn to check my platelet count.