A summer day when the tempeature got much higher than expected and I wasn’t prepared. It was summer football practice. The time was 10:30 in the morning. When the team was running, it was 80 degrees. It wasn’t so bad until it got later in the day hotter. At 11:30 it was 97 degrees. Everyone was dying on the field. I was dying too, but I had to suck it up and keep going. Then later on , it was getting harder to breath, but at the same time coach spillan was making us run gasers. Some of my teammates didn’t make it, but still made them do it. Other then that a lot of people start complaining. They were complaining about how hot it was, that they was running too much, and they were tired. One player while we was running kept complaining that
We were down by the field, and the smell of the chopped up rubber in the turf flew into the air. Cold air flew all over the stadium.
The purpose of the experiment is to determine the temperature, in degrees Celsius, at which all particle motion stops (absolute zero).
It was on a burning summer Sunday morning the day I received my initial traffic citation. My best friend and I got this crazy plan the afternoon before it all occurred .We determined that instead of going swimming at the recreational local pool of Tallahassee, we ought to head on in a journey to Panama City beach to enjoy the last week of summer that was left for us. The only problem is that it was 6:00 pm and by the time we arrived at the beach the sun would be hiding in the orient.
the extremely blue summer sky. It was very hot. I remember this because of the
Do you believe in Witches? Back in the 1600’s they started to think that people were witches. I am not sure why, but they did specific tests to see if you were a witch. There were many different theories to why people started accusing people of being witches. You tell me are there witches or are they fake?
Suspense; Suspense is the intense feeling that an audience goes through while waiting for the outcome of certain events. It basically leaves the reader holding their breath and wanting more information. The amount of intensity in a suspenseful moment is why it is hard to put a book down. Without suspense, a reader would lose interest quickly in any story because there is nothing that is making the reader ask, “What’s going to happen next?” In writing, there has to be a series of events that leads to a climax that captivates the audience and makes them tense and anxious to know what is going to happen. And Suspense, is what “August heat” primarily uses to keep its story so invigorating.
It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was at golf practice. It was a gorgeous day. The sun was out, there was just a slight breeze, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. No one could have asked for a better day.
It was not particularly hot that Fourth of July many years ago, but looking back it was the heat that impressed itself upon me the most. The true heat was much more than the temperature. The true heat that I felt was from the long, winding, awe-inspiring chase that the cops gave my friends and me.
The sun was heating all of them up, which made it a bit worse. The team sat down under the tent and just sat there, quiet and thinking. A worker from competition stood in front of them and took them to a gym. They had 10 minutes to practice. When the 10 minutes were over they were all waiting for the call, to walk to the gym where they would be performing. Time was going very fast, 20 minutes seemed like 5. A worker went to them and said, "its time, please line up." The chills ran up there spine, each one of them had
The sun was beating down hard on us. Everyone of the turf field was covered in sweat. I even had to tie up my elbow length sleeves with black pre-wrap. Unfortunately, I did not put any sunscreen on, so my shoulders got sunburned. They were all red and cracked, and they stung. At half time, I drank a whole jug of water. I did not get subbed out at all, and played the whole game. I worked so hard, through the scorching hot game. To make matters worse, the game was played on an artificial turf field. The sun shines on the miniscule, black rubber balls to make the ground hot. When someone’s cleats rub against the turf, the friction builds up causing it to make their feet warm. It then spreads throughout their whole body with also the sun beating down on them. Even though we were exhausted and sweltering, it was an equally balanced
When we arrived we just sat in the parking lot not wanting to get out of the car and into the bone chilling air. After about fifteen minutes we finally exited our vehicles so we could stretch, throw, and hit before the game. As soon as I got outside the blistering cold hit my face and I knew it was going to be a long, hard day.
It was two days until the first game of my last high school football season. My team and I were going to play Bayfield, a battle we had persistently prepared for since the last game of our junior year. The sun was beating on my pads, radiating the heat to make practice seem even worse. I was exhausted and looking forward to the end of my last sweat poring practice for the week. Our team was repetitively executing plays to make sure they were like second nature to us on Friday.
I'm also going to include mutes/tempmutes in this thread to further prove my capabilities as staff.
Heat energy is transferred through three ways- conduction, convection and radiation. All three are able to transfer heat from one place to another based off of different principles however, are all three are connected by the physics of heat. Let’s start with heat- what exactly is heat? We can understand heat by knowing that “heat is a thermal energy that flows from the warmer areas to the cooler areas, and the thermal energy is the total of all kinetic energies within a given system.” (Soffar, 2015) Now, we can explore the means to which heat is transferred and how each of them occurs. Heat is transferred through conduction at the molecular level and in simple terms, the transfers occurs through physical contact. In conduction, “the substance
Everyone knew that this game was going to be impossible to win, so we all sort of shrugged it off. The last practice before this game consisted of reminiscing more than drills. Even our coach knew we were going to get killed, but for some reason everyone had in the back of their minds ‘what if…’