When she looked up the filter went onto her face and we both looked like little puppies. Then I used the one that made our eyes look like bug eyes. After scrolling through all the filters Aya was laughing hysterically. This picture actually came a few days after the first day, because she still cried for a couple more days if I didn 't do this with her every morning. Eventually, she stopped crying every day and made a friend that she called her best friend within hours of meeting.
She recalls that she was forced to stay inside for almost 2 months because the pain was unbearable. Everytime she stood up the wound would reopen and she would bleed out. She wasn 't able to shower for three weeks. She was exremely lucky that she didn 't share the same fate as the other girls from her tribe. (Reveal Topic) Female Gential Mutilation.
We didn’t get there until around 11 or 12 because it’s kind of difficult to go places with a broken ankle. We luckily didn’t have to sit in the waiting room for long but at least the were playing a good movie on the television, it was The Good Dinosaur. We got put into a room and then about 5 minutes later took me to go get an x-ray. When I was getting the x-ray, I accidently stood and my ankle and it really hurt. When I got back into the room the gave me some really nice socks and then they left.
After waiting an hour to go see someone about my arm they had numbed it. The doctor said that I had a high tolerance to pain. I went to go get a cast on my arm and they asked me what colour I wanted and of course I said pink, but there was no pink so I had to settle for red. I was then taken to a room and had laughing gas as I said “I feel funny” and started laughing. I eventually woke up when the cast was done.
So, I ran on, finished with a career personal record. I decreased my time by over thirty seconds with excruciating pain in my side! Finishing that race was amazing enough to me, but when I heard my time it was a beautiful moment. All the hours I spent sitting in freezing ice water, choosing fruit over ice cream, and forcing myself to finish the dreaded, hot track workouts did not feel so awful. I experienced the wonderful feeling of seeing all my hard, dedicated work pay off.
“The Hunger Games” by Suzanne Collins is a suspenseful and frightening story about a 16 year old girl, Katniss everdeen who is born into a small village called District 12. The capitol, which controls the districts hosts an annual Hunger Games each and every year. Two tributes, a boy and a girl from each district are chosen between the ages of 12-18 to compete against 22 other tributes, but only one can win. Katniss is not chosen, but her younger sister Prim is chosen at only 12 years old. Katniss volunteers in Prim 's place and is now in the hunger games.
I don’t remember much about the experience, but I do recall loving it. My mom would come sit to watch me and an hour later it was already time to leave, but I never wanted to. When it came time for the end of year “meet” I was the only one who had gotten their one armed cartwheel and bridge. I was so proud of myself and knew I loved the sport. A grin from ear to ear stayed on my small face for the following week.
I was trying to change years of bad eating habits and it was a lot harder that what I thought. I would start my week super healthy but by Thursday I was back to the old habits. I would lose a few pounds and then gain them right back. I was incredibly frustrated and had no idea what to do. So I started searching for other alternatives to make my weight loss journey easier.
Layla was playing with her old friends and talking to her new friends at her new school all the time. Several years later, when it was finally Layla’s time to become the leader of the village, she was back to her dark spotted self. She earned the respect of almost all of the villagers. Layla was smart and one of the best leaders the village had ever seen. She took actions against the bullying in the village and threw the bugs who made people’s spots fade into jail including her fake friends and their parents who tried to take the village back from Layla’s family.
medicine ball chest pass with 1kg ball) and one lower body exercise (double leg hops) 2 times a week on non-consecutive days (Faigenbaum, n.d.). There should be a gradual progression in the exercises that is prescribed (e.g. for children, they should be able to complete 1 whole course of hopscotch before we can ask them to complete 5 continuous rounds of hopscotch; for adolescents, they should do double-leg tuck jumps before progressing to depth jumps). The chances of suffering from an injury/illness increases when training volume, frequency or intensity exceeds the capabilities of the participants. For instance, it was reported that a 12 year old boy developed exertional rhabodomyolysis after he did more than 250 repetitive squat jumps in his physical education class (Faigenbaum, 2009).
On the corner of School Ave and 5th Street a small playground rests on a sandy pit dusted with footprints of different shapes and sizes. Each day a surfeit of students stomp over the play equipment during their fifteen minute recess. In an office close by this playground, Principal Harriet Taylor is hard at work as she reaches the final stride in her career as an administrator at Springfield Elementary School. In June when the kids abandon the playground for summer, Harriet will abandon the office, relinquishing her duties as principal for the lure of retirement. Before Harriet could even dream of the office she works in today, she was romping all over the same playground many Springfield students use today.
This was shown last year. With one week left in the season, one of our top player was injured at the conference. I was the next player on the roster, and, after only playing a few varsity tennis matches during the season, was asked to transition from cheerleader to champion and play at the sectional tournament. I stayed after practice every day that week to prepare with one of the assistant coaches. I ended up not only playing well, but
At 13 years of age, I was on my second year in middle school, excited to graduate and go through high school. I was surprisingly good at all the other subject except math. I hated it to the point of skipping the day that I will have a math class which fortunately was not every day. One day, my father came across my report card and he found out I had a C in my algebra class. I was grounded for a week straight with tutorial after school every single day and he sent me to an academy on Saturday that taught me computer math at Rice University.
“Crack”, “click” was what I heard before the most excruciating pain I have ever felt filled my right knee. It was on October 7th, it was just weeks before my junior season was going to start. I was at Massillon Washington high school at wrestling practice like I was almost every day. I was drilling with the assistant coach Percy McGee hitting single legs which was my favorite move. About 40 seconds into the drill I hit another single and all of a sudden my knee locked at about 90 degrees.
Firehawk Cheer The Harding Fine Arts cheerleading team is going into it’s fifth year at the school and it’s second year of competing. It started with just four girls practicing in Ms. Burris’s room and has since grown to a team of eighteen on Varsity this year and a still-growing JV team. Last September, Varsity went to their first ever regional cheer competition. On their first year of competing, they were only a few points shy of qualifying for the state competition and stunned the crowd with their skills and dedication. This year, Varsity is slightly smaller than the year before with several dedicated alternates ready to take someone’s place at a moment’s notice.