The coaches were constantly puzzled around how someone who was as talented as I was at the game would just quit, and my response always was, “I just don’t have the same passion that I used to.” Even some of my closest stopped talking to me because I was not playing football anymore. I lost some friends due to that one simple decision, but little did I know I would make so many more wonderful friends from the game of volleyball. I remember the first time I stepped into a gym to play volleyball, everyone was so nice to me. I had some of my best friends on the team already, but there were people who I hardly even knew who treated me like we had been friends since childhood. Between my three years of high school volleyball and my two years of club volleyball, I have met so many people that will have a special place in my heart for my whole life.
Today I look back at 37 years of swimming. The only times that I did not swim in these 37 years, were when I had injuries, broke fingers, a broken leg and expected my baby. Oh, not to forget the times I left at 2 am for work and got home only at 21:00 pm that night as a representative. Needless to say, I took to the pool at every opportunity I could regardless of the circumstances, depending on pool availability of course. Reflecting on this lifetime of swimming, professional life and now the job title of Swim Mom, I realize that swimming bring more to the table than just being active, feeling good due to exercise and of course controlling weight.
When I walked into the pool area on my first day of high school swimming practice in seventh grade, I made two goals for myself to accomplish during my high school swimming career: break the Sartell school record of 55.88 seconds in the 100 yard backstroke and win the MSHSL Class A State Championship in that event as well. For six years, I trained everyday with these goals in the back of my mind. After numerous trips to the State meet, I had yet to achieve what I had set out to do. When I qualified for the State meet my senior year of high school, it was my last opportunity to turn my goals into a reality. My senior year State meet was different than previous years.
He is typical middle class guy with good loving parents whom decided all about his future several steps ahead. But Martin declined this future and became a racer in spite for his parents. He hasn't been in contact with them since. He became a good racer and he's got to the previous season's champion Dick Solist's team. Now Martin is taking part in the world’s most important race in a potential champions‘ team but he's got no family to share his joy.
Growing up as a middle child is not easy. If it was an option I think that no one should have to be the middle child, but it is something that I have learned to deal with throughout my 13 years of experience. Ever since I was a little kid I was never the favorite. The favorite child is always either the oldest because they are the parents first child or the youngest because they are the cutest, but this is often not the case for the middle child. I think this is unfair because the middle child could be both smart and cute, even though they are always looked past.
Santiago is a poor old man who has endured many ordeals, whose best days are abaft him, whose wife has died, and who never had children. He is stouthearted, confident, genial, determined, and optimistic, not letting anything in life rattle him. But Santiago suffers terribly throughout The Geriatric Man and the Sea. In the aperture pages of the book, he has gone 84 days without catching a fish and has become the laughingstock of his minute village. He has had streaks of lamentable fortuity in the past, and he is hopeful that the next day will bring him better fortuity.
Everything that I was wanting college to be like was starting to happen to me, and every bit of stress that I had diminished every day. When I finished my spring semester my GPA raised from a 1.8 to a 2.9 it wasn’t a huge leap but it was definitely progress. I gained multiple scholarships for the next semester of college because I got very involved with a program on campus that gives upcoming freshman tours of the college, and we get to tell the incoming freshman stories of our experiences and help them not have the same problems that we have had over the past year. I even got a position in my sorority and made my spring semester everything that I dreamed of it to
Moreover, I had never been to the US before, not even for vacations. The past five years of my life have had an enormous impact on me; I have been through happy and sad moments, achievements and failures. Although the journey has not been as easy as I thought it would be, every circumstance I have faced has shaped me into the person I am now. I wanted to give up many times, but I am glad I did not. Taking classes in English terrified me, college was not as I expected, I could barely understand the professors and on top of that I was shy, more insecure than what I wanted to admit.
Lucius Theron had always wanted two things and only two things his whole life. To be a hero, a shining example of justice incarnate and a much more simple dream. He wanted to punch a dolphin without fear of being judged. He had always cared more than he should have about how others thought about him as well as being your typical OCD 'why can't I get my hair the right way' kinda guy. Luckily he didn't really have to worry about the whole others opinions thing any longer since 3 years ago when he graduated from knight school, won the tournament of ages, and became 'Hero of the seven realms, upholder of justice, and defender of innocent' and was immediately held in the highest standards by most everyone.
One early morning around dawn during summer break I found myself on a tennis court. There I was, a quiet thirteen-year-old, with a bunch of young people I had never met before now regretting my decision and wishing I was still asleep. I had only said yes to this tennis program because it was free, my neighbor wanted me to take part, and I needed to get in shape for the fall sports season. If only I had known the extent of the impact this time would have on my life. I always enjoyed sports and other activities, but I had never found something I was passionate about.