Practice Field Observation

It was the Wednesday during spring break, and school was out. My family and I decided to take a trip to Lafayette to visit my cousin and the new apartment she was renting. It was the perfect day for all of us. My aunt who has MS got to see her daughter which does

From the moment, “If you miss the next week of band camp, someone else will be marching in your spot,” flew out of my band director’s mouth and slapped me across the face, all chances of having the best marching band season ever disappeared. Freshman year was ruined. At first, I had no thoughts, no expressions, or feelings. Then a melody of “whys?” tried to harmonize with clusters of reasons, begetting a dissonance of buzzing in my head, “Why was I being punished for going on a vacation with my family? Why is this happening to me?”

I can still remember my first practice that summer, I was beyond nervous because I did not know anyone. The girls on the team were so welcoming as I ran my first three miles on Roaring Run Trail. After that day, I knew cross country was the sport for me, but I of course did not admit that to my dad right away. Now thousands of miles later, I have finished my fourth season of cross country and my fourth season of track is just beginning.

Her grandmother, who had been diagnosed with skin cancer eight months prior, had succumbed to the vile disease forcing her father to cancel the trip. “We’ll go another weekend, I promise,” her father said. Unfortunately, the summer came and went with out her so much as setting a foot inside Grapeland Falls. The second occurrence happened a few years later when she was in eighth grade.

Everything happened last summer during vacation. Every year my family plans some wild, adventurous trip, and last year we were going to visit some of the states in the northeastern United States. The trip was going fine until we arrived at the state of New Hampshire. We were going to camp there for a few days, and that was when my parents announced that we were all going to climb Mount Washington. I was not too thrilled by this idea, in fact, I was relatively annoyed.

My parents were driving me to practice on a Monday in November at seven o'clock. As we were on the road driving, a group of bikers came up beside us out of nowhere. My mom did not see them at first and almost slammed in to the bikers. The bikers had no sidewalks to ride on, so they were forced into the street with all the cars which can go faster than them. Another time, one of my friends, Jacob, was training for the upcoming soccer season and had to run two miles a day.

As always, the walk took thirty minutes and we arrived at school at 8am just as planned. It was good that we got their early because it gave my group time to read over our presentation together and make sure we said everything we needed to. When I first greeted Chrissy this morning her voice was raspy and I quickly thought that she would not be able to carry out her part of the talk. Gladly that assumption was wrong.

I still remember it like it was just yesterday. It was a sunny but chilly November day. Before school, my dog Molly and I would go outside and play ball until the bus came. Before I would throw the green ball my arm was always oscillating before I actually threw it.

It’s 7:45 and she still hasn’t got out of her bed, and school starts at 8:40, she said to herself, “Hurry up Lauren, you can’t be late for the first day of school!” She sloppily got ready and finally went downstairs after what seemed like an hour. The household always seemed to be chaotic in the morning before school, her brothers would yell at each other, things would be thrown across the table.

Approximately 10 elderly people will attend this programme followed by ten volunteers. Aim: The aim of this programme is to get the elderly mixing among others. Learning outcomes: This programme will get the elderly socialising more among others. It will create new friendships for elderly.

I’ve never wrote a diary before, I thought it was pointless, why write something that no one is going to read? I go back to school in 2 days which is pretty depressing after having such an exhilarating summer. I’ll be going into my final year, which is pretty daunting. Not only am I going through puberty, training to be in the 2016 Olympics, boys and sometimes even girls. ??? I will be the new person at school

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.

Harriet Taylor’s family moved to Bay County when she was eight years old and Harriet began third grade at none other than Springfield Elementary School. “It’s kind of cool that I got to start here and now I’m ending here.” she says with a proud smile, a Springfield tiger through and through. At Springfield, Harriet found her love for school.

The squad cheers at the very first varsity football game Aug. 21, the Friday before the semester even began. Cheerleading coach Christie Gray, who had been pregnant throughout the whole summer, said, “With the help of my three assistants, my pregnancy did not affect my coaching schedule at all. We lost many talented girls last year, so we had to work together and much harder than usual. After 15 years of coaching, you realize that every year is different and you learn to focus on the positives of what each team has to offer.” The cheerleaders didn’t perform at the Newbridge Bank Jamboree because they used the summer as a time to rebuild.

At the meet last night, Bella wasn 't feeling well and I kept her home from school today due to symptoms of stomach flu. It 's looking as though she will miss school again tomorrow, so she will also miss practice. If the symptoms subside and she starts to feel better she will be there. She started feeling ill on the bus heading to Jarrell yesterday.