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Tweet! The sound of the whistle rang through all of the ears in the gym. Sweat was dripping down my back my headband was soaked and my knees felt like toothpicks about to snap. I ran over to net, head pounding. High fiving hand after hand. We had just one our Championship Qualifier. I dried of with a old rag on the sidelines. I was parched had a pounding headache my stomach was still nervous but I managed to start warming up. I caught a glance of our competition “Kokoro”. Every single one of them towered us. One of them reminding me of a praying mantis about to bite the head off of their prey. Bang. Bang. Shots were fired. (not literally) The ball kept smacking the floor as the hit the ball. We started our warm up. Our minds were ready
What seemed to be a very long and difficult game, the Worland High School Varsity Girls come through to winning the game against Powell. Still remaining number one in the 3A division in the state of Wyoming, Worland has put up a fight regarding their loss against Lander last year at state soccer in Jackson, Wyoming. Worland’s very first game of the season this year in 2014 was against Jackson. The defending state champions were demolished by the Warriors, and Jackson also did not score a single goal. Majority of the girls soccer players this year are very young, only three seniors are on the team this year. As observed on April 4, 2014, the Warriors went against a stronger team in their division, Powell. Not only does Powell have bigger, stronger, and faster girls, but they also started worrying the Warrior crowd after they had put two shots into the goal of the goal keeper. With the score 2-2 it became more and more intense in the crowd. Only about 10 minutes were left in the game, and like last year at state Worland did not want to go into overtime because if there was no goal after overtime match it would lead into penalty kicks. As horrifying as it is to have that kind of pressure within about 6 minutes left of the game a goal was finally made for the Warriors! The score was now 3-2, and Powell was not happy. As the head coach from Powell was jumping up and down saying that they have this game motivated his girls. However, Worland put up a fight and as close as it was Worland finishes off the game with a win. An evaluation of the game was indeed a struggle to write on; however, Anna Hepp will give me information from her perspective of the game along with the another senior, Yesie Herrera.
The following is an observational essay written while observing the summer’s annual Dyckman Basketball Tournament.
Sweat plummeting down their faces as they catapult yet another girl into the air; each flyer aiming higher than the last go rounds. Their whole body aches and begs for a moment of rest, but they never surrender to the pain. For the hundredth time, they’ve reviewed their two minute routine and for the hundredth time they tumbled non-stop. Knowing that all this hard-work, had the ability to raise a smile onto the face of someone watching. Knowing that at every game, they can provide the match, to lighten up the mood.
My hands get clammy and emotions are running wild. When they call my team we all run out frantically and realize there's one last chance with this team, one last chance with this routine, some athletes final shot at the state championship! The lights gleam bright and it is time to do my job and put faith in my team to do the same. Two minutes and thirty seconds go by and that's the end of it all… walking off the mat knowing I did the best I can do and the rest is in the judge's hands. Sitting at awards, waiting desperately as they call each team third, second, and first place goes to Carrollton high school! The drop of my stomach and the tears that ran down my face. I was so shocked all the fame and victory made all the hard work worth
A calm crisp breeze circled my body as I sat emerged in my thoughts, hopes, and memories. The rough bark on which I sat reminded me of the rough road many people have traveled, only to end with something no one in human form can contemplate.
As the Tiger rolled around, there arose a question of whether or not to keep the team together or break it up and give the two seniors a chance to compete in other individual events at regionals. I actually didn't know about this possibility until about five minutes before the race began on Saturday. We were all huddled together preparing for the start. Jeremy came up to Rodney and me and told us that if we didn't do well the team might be dropped. Kicking our motivational drive into high, the four of us focused on only one thing: running the time we all knew we could. Getting into the blocks I felt more ready than ever. At the sound of the gun, I shot out of the blocks. I sprinted around the track, concentrating on making a great hand-off.
We soon learned to live with this violence, and we even participated in it more than anyone would probably admit to. But after all of the beat downs we had received from the other teams, we were finally going to go to a big tournament, the Durango Shootout.
The trickle of water winding a slow trail down his face was the sensory trigger Tom needed to fight the fog and claw his way back to reality. For the briefest of moments, he wondered if he’d fallen asleep in the shower, but as his eyes fluttered open, he realized he was lying on the floor of his living room, his upper body supported by an unknown object. Flashes of chrome distorted his vision, the tiny flickers falling into rhythm with the pounding in his head. He shifted his gaze and was immediately confronted by a visual halo dancing around the overhead light, the multicolored glow compounding his confusion. He had no idea what had happened, and squinting against the disorientating luminance, he sank back against the comforting warmth behind him, a low moan escaping from between his lips.
Our kicker went on to kick the extra point, as only one minute remained on the time clock. The Clark Cougars went on to beat the Williams Warriors. I could see it now on the front page of the town newspaper. "Clark demolishes Williams for the first time in 14 years!" We finally beat the best team in the world! As we celebrated, and jumped around on the soggy grass, a tear came to my eye. It was all hitting me now. I finally achieved the goal of my life! I could not control the tremendous smirk on my face. As I watched the coach from the opposing team cry in agony, I thought to myself, "That must be what they call the agony of defeat." I knew that the moment of my life I had long waited for, was gone. Only memories are left in my mind, and I cherish every single one of them.
Bulldogs are ahead, leaving everyone either standing on their tiptoes or sitting on the edge of the bleachers! For Lilly it meant poking her head around the legs of her mom. It’s a rally; the opposing team kills it onto our side of the net, the score now being twenty-three to twenty-three. Everyone in the audience shouting at the players, trying to be encouraging but their obvious frustration is shown through their tones. “Come on now, you’re better than that Stacy! Let’s go now! No more!” yells again, the large now red-faced man near standing near Lilly. The opposing teams serve again. The ball comes flying out of the player’s hands at a speed that has ace potential, but instead nails the net and doesn’t make it over. Everyone jumps at least two feet into the air with joy causing the bleachers to shake with excitement. They all are thinking that now is our chance to win it
It was two in the morning. Four hours after I got after I got off of work. I snuck back into my bedroom window in hopes that I wouldn't wake anyone up in the house. As i crawled in the window I accidently stepped on my sister Kylie.
Quiet as a mouse, the man opens Kristin’s bedroom door slightly-- just enough to where a crack of light passing. Anxiously, she jumps out of her sheets and sees her dad standing there. “I tried to call you, so you could get packed for the trip to Indiana.” While Kristin sits on her bed thinking about how tired she is, the rest of the family rapidly packs up their bags like they only had one minute until the house would explode. Kristin’s mom has always been there for her, but this time in her life, she would have to become an adult.
As a child I was always scared of meeting new people and doing anything remotely out of my comfort zone. As I started doing drama I learned that theatre is all about going out of your comfort zone and meeting new people, so I guess you could say that was a struggle for me. When I entered my freshman year at Tollgate, I discovered I would be able to audition for plays and musicals at Bishop Hendricken High School. Hearing this, I was excited, but I also realised that meant I would have to submerge myself into a program filled with the most eccentric people I had yet to meet. I skipped the first show of the year, It’s a Wonderful Life, because I knew I was not ready to enter a program that I knew would alter me forever. I finally decided to enter
The tournament started half an hour early. All the schools in our district arrived, stripped down to their boxers, and waited in line to be weighed inside our small locker room. I managed to be exactly 0.62 lbs. just below my weight class, 152. It's always the first times that are the most memorable and meaningful. This was my first District tournament and only I could determine how far I would make it. From the first doubts I had to overcome, to overcoming my opponents, I fought hard, with vigor and confidence to accomplish this. It was time to use the countless drills of takedowns, shots, and sprawls to the test. As I shook my opponents hand the moves became instinct. After winning four matches, my body was ready to give up. The last match was the toughest, only the person willing to break a bone, before giving points away would be victorious. I looked at my teammates that had made it to the finals, saw the focus and fire in their eyes as they hopped and warmed up. I went in with the same mindset and at the end, I looked up at the crowd with joy as the ref raised my right hand in the
As sweat drips down the players’ faces, the team cheers, “Bump” as Alexis bumps the ball to the front and center player, Julia. We continue to cheer, “Pass” as Julia passes the ball to Hanna and as we cheer, “Hit” Hanna hits the ball over the net. As the ball goes over the net anticipation in the room rises, but as the ball lands right smack in the middle of the court. Everyone takes a deep breath and calms down.