I try to wrap my head around the question. "What is the angular momentum of the ball in the above diagram?" I come up with nothing. What makes it worse is that I actually studied for this test. Granted, it consisted of copying down my best friend's notes during lunch and hoping even a minutia of the notes entered my brain. I glare long and hard at the damn problem. If I fail this test, I may fail the class. If I fail the class, my GPA goes down. If my GPA goes down, I don't get into a good college and I die a homeless drug addict in a dark alleyway. I vigorously shake my head back and forth, turning a few heads as I do it, desperate to shake off such dark thoughts. I probably shouldn't have flushed my anti-depressants down the toilet. I could jump out the window and run for my life. Run from the behemoth that is adulthood and the expectations that come with it. I suddenly realize that for the past ten minutes, I haven't thought one bit about the actual physics problem. I give the problem another look, but …show more content…
I simply put on a meek smile and leave the classroom. I make my way to the exit and hastily push the doors open. A howling wind crashes into my face, taking me by surprise. Unfazed, I walk out the doors and inhale deeply, filling my lungs with the fresh air I am deprived of 7 hours a day. I stand for a minute to take in my surroundings. It's all so surreal. I come to the same school every day, it's not like any of my natural surroundings have changed. Yet, everything feels so new. The trees are inviting me to climb them. The birds are inviting me to fly away with them. The crickets are inviting me to sing with them. I slowly tilt my head back to see if a teacher is approaching me. Nobody. Maybe I've already been forgotten. That would be nice. For people to simply forget I exist. I'm not sure it would be any different from the status quo, but I think I would like such an existence
I bolted through the clear door of a small, earth-colored high school, practically slamming the door behind me. Catching my breath, I stood in the school completely drenched and shivering. Rain pounded on the clear door behind me. I stood awkwardly on a mat in front of the doorway, trying not to get the floor wet. I gazed around the hall in front of me. I couldn’t see staff in the office, nor were any students in the hallway or in the classrooms. The entire school was empty.
It was a hot summer day. I was up to bat, I grabbed my bat and walked to the batter’s box. The pitcher stared me down and I stared him down. It was 2 outs. I watched the white ball leave his hands. It was almost in slow-mo (almost as slow mo as I am making this story). I swung my bat forcefully, it was high, fast, and foul. The second pitch came I hit this it was right next to the white fair line.
I did not do much this weekend. I had two baseball practices that was it. One was on Thursday afternoon and the other was Friday morning. We worked on hitting an we also threw a little bit, which I don’t really like I just like to hit. We also played a weird game and it was really fun. It is hard to explain, but it involves a bouncy ball so that was fun.
As the dull scent of chalk dust mixes imperceptably with the drone of the teacher's monotone, I doodle in my tablet to stay awake. I notice vaguely that, despite my best efforts in the shower this morning after practice, I still smell like chlorine. I sigh and wonder why the school's administration requires the students to take a class that, if it were on the Internet, would delight Mirsky (creator of Mirsky's Worst of the Web), as yet another addition to his list of worthless sites. Still, there was hope that I would learn something that would make today's first class more than just forty-five wasted minutes... It wouldn't be the first time I learned something new from the least likely place.
Sports play a very important role in my life ever since I could walk. My interests in playing sports began at the age of three as my parents signed me up for soccer, flag football, basketball, and lacrosse. First grade started my competitive edge as I began to play for travel teams in various sport tournaments. This competitive edge transferred from the sports field to the classroom having teachers and coaches helping me be the best I can be. Sports have continually well-shaped and defined my character by teaching me how to accept a win from working hard, also how a loss is an opportunity to learn and fix mistakes.
During my four years of high school I believe that my involvement in sports has helped me become a better person in life. I participated in varsity basketball and Track & Field all four years and my experience in both sports has taught me life lessons that I can carry with me for the rest of my life.
As they walk down the school hallway, I'm left standing outside my classroom, not having yet comprehended what that guy just said. I'm currently in the middle of self study in class. While everyone else is sitting with their friends, I'm sitting alone at the back of the class. It's understandable really, if I was any of them I wouldn't want to sit with me either, my hair is long enough to cover my face, which makes me all the more gloomy looking, but mostly because of all the rumours flying around that are about
A girl who is completely on her own planet, ecstatically dances down a hallway bobbing her head to a beat only she can hear through her white earbuds. Some people join in while she is walking by or urge her on for her courage to reveal herself. Aside from all these students who are standing out with their conspicuous actions or contrasting style, many students try to blend into the masses of people. These are the people that are hurrying to get to class as if trying to escape that clatter of
I love volleyball even though it has not always been easy. I have had a lot of problems during my volleyball journey that have helped me grow physically, mentally, and spiritually. I started playing volleyball in fifth grade on the middle school team and am now playing on JV. I did not get a lot of playing time when I first started, but I practiced and learned the basics of the game. I developed a love for the game with a great group of girls that I looked up to, during my first season. I have not always had the best team and coach, though.
tonight after school we have our final soccer game of the season our coach mr jones stated i want all of you to play your best and play fair the game started we knew if we didn’t play aggressively we would lose at half time our opponents were ahead by two shortly after we managed to tie the game we had very little time left and knew we had to play well the audience was cheering loudly they could feel the tension in the air. dean our captain called a time out we gathered around and our coach said you can do it play smart we didn’t want to let our coach or fans down just then dean kicked the ball the crowd went wild the ball went right through the net then the buzzer went to signal the end of the game much to our surprise
“Life is like a soccer field, don’t you think?”--Shakira I can resonate with this quote because when there is the kickoff, that is you starting off your day or life. When you score a goal, you have one thing you have done good or something good happened. If the other team scores a goal, you have a bad thing that happened to you or you did. Soccer helps me take my anger out, make me feel like I am in my own miniature space bubble, and it helps me to get my boredom out. When I play soccer, I am filled with joy in that moment, because I realize God has given me a field to play in.
Growing up, I always felt out of place. When everyone else was running around in the hot, sun, thinking of nothing, but the logistics of the game they were playing. I would be sat on the curb, wondering what it was that made them so much different from me. To me, it was if they all knew something that I didn’t know, like they were all apart of some inside joke that I just didn’t get. I would sit, each day when my mind wasn’t being filled with the incessant chatter of my teachers mindlessly sharing what they were told to, in the hot, humid air of the late spring and wonder what I was doing wrong. See, my discontent
The next day you arrive at school to see a new sight greet you. Instead of being scolded for showing up late, students immediately begin to praise you. There is no teacher in sight and kids are running around the class, grinning from ear to ear. You here a kid from the back of the party turned classroom howl, "Hero! Hero! Hero!" The entire class joins in the chant. The teacher has quit and didn't give any warning or explanation to the school. A substitute won't be available for another month, a complete month of freedom! Say goodbye to those ruby red cheeks, embarrassment, confusion, your teacher won't dare to even come near you after you've followed all my steps to irritate your teacher.
It was finally the first day of school; I was excited yet nervous. I hoped I would be able to make new friends. The first time I saw the schools name I thought it was the strangest name I’ve ever heard or read, therefore I found it hard to pronounce it in the beginning. The schools’ floors had painted black paw prints, which stood out on the white tiled floor. Once you walk through the doors the office is to the right. The office seemed a bit cramped, since it had so many rooms in such a small area. In the office I meet with a really nice, sweet secretary who helped me register into the school, giving me a small tour of the school, also helping me find
Summer break was over, and it was the time to go back to school to my eleventh grade. School for me wasn’t that different as my summer break. I never felt like not going to school after a long summer break because I used to have a lot of fun in school. School for me was a place where you would socialize, gossip, brag, drive attention, miss conduct, daydream, text students, sing, ask silly questions and flirt with girls. I think now you know how my days at school used to be. However, a day has come that I would not expect it to come at all. I suddenly became a much disciplined student that I would not do anything out of the way. It all happened when I meet my new physics professor Jamal Betar who has wonderful qualities that amaze him from other teachers, and he also gave me the true meaning of education that I have never thought of before in my life.