“The fix really was quite easy,” he said, “You just had to snap off the front end, snap the ruler, stick part of the ruler underneath the front end and glue it all back together.” “Oh,” Chelsea and I said. And Mr. Wolfe told us to not panic, that we’d always done well and we know our team is very good. As soon as Mr. Wolfe had left with the machine and the car, I collapsed into my mom’s arms, sobbing, as we made our way to the exit. We had sealed the deal. Our team was doomed thanks to us. We had no chance of winning or even getting Top 3, thanks to us. I didn’t want to have to face our team yet. I didn’t want to have to see the disappointed faces of our teammates. I felt the weight of the whole entire world on my shoulders. All I could do …show more content…
Persino to come talk to us before we got back to homeroom because he was the other coach that Chelsea and I shared, being partners in Crimebusters too, and he had helped us recover at State after another mishap in scrambler. At the illinois state competition this year, in April, we had been one of the first competitors in scrambler that day. We had started using a special program to help us with our numbers just recently AND the floor was very smooth (the car would run faster/farther), which we did not know how to adjust to this. As a result, for the first time ever, our car went too far and the egg smashed. Demolished. Scrambled I might add. It also pretty much crushed our dreams and got us a 30th place standing. We held it together on the stage we were competing on, but as soon as we got to the back, we fell apart. Mr. Persino came to meet us there to tell us that once we had calmed down it was going to be fine, we still had Crimebusters and I still had fossils to go, and we were going to do the best we could do in those events. We were going to stop stressing over scrambler and focus on doing well in our other …show more content…
Persino before he set off in the other direction to pick up someone from their event. Chelsea and her mom went ahead of us and I stayed back with my mom. “Do you wanna go back to homeroom yet?” she asked me. I shook my head, afraid that opening my mouth to talk would cause me to start crying all over again. “Why don’t we head to the cafeteria to get something to drink then,” my mom said and she lead me down the path to the double doors of the cafeteria/food court. I wandered around aimlessly, like a lost child, with only my mom to guide me. I chose a bottle of Rootbeer and my mom took it to the cash register to pay. While we were standing in line a lady from another team got in line behind us. She happened to catch a glimpse of my puffy, tear-stained, red face, and seemed concerned. “I’m sorry if I’m being nosy, but may I ask what happened sweetie?” the woman asked. I began to answer, “Well...you see,” but I couldn’t finish as I had begun to cry again. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you cry again,” the woman frantically said, “I was just wondering, you don’t have to tell
"No you're not. It's going to be okay. Remember the four year old we saw going on?" I embraced her tighter and it was then that I realized that I'm horrible at comforting
I have always loved sports and the competitiveness that comes along with them. In so doing, I have decided to eventually become either a high school or college coach at some point in my life. Subsequently, I decided to interview the Vilonia High School Cross Country Coach, Coach Sisson. As I walked into her office, I instantly noticed all of the trophies and team photos from all of the past years of coaching. She is also the school nurse so her office has first aid equipment intermingled into the trophies and team pictures. While I set up my notes and questions for the interview on one of the desks in her office, she was finishing up a diagnosis of one of the high school students who felt sick. After her patient left, I quickly started the interview in order to waste no time. She began with how she got involved in coaching. The Vilonia School District expressed their interest to her as being the next cross country coach several years ago. She was widely known for her passion for running and she gratefully accepted the position and has been a coach for numerous years now.
From before day one, all our minds were set. This was the year to win a State Championship. I can’t exactly explain it, but right from the start I knew we were going to do it. I was never so sure about anything in my life and I never doubted it once. Yet it was a silent confidence, which I kept to myself. Though each of us was confident about winning state, we had much to work through before we made it there.
"Why were you such a bully in Junior high?" I say nervously. Damn that was a stupid question, I am about to get beat up. Oh no, let me close my eyes and clinch my face. After nothing really happened, or it did happen and my face is just really numb that I can't feel it anymore. The room was awkwardly silent for good two to three minutes, I slowly opened my eyes and then Dale finally started talking.
Her mom came into the room rubbing her eyes. “Is everything ok? What’s going on?”
“Brother dear why are you so sad?” she said voice full of love and concern for her brother.
“I’m fine!” I snapped back at the woman. She began to cry and slowly walked away. I made her cry. This day keeps getting worse and worse.
As the sun rose over the horizon I was already on my way to an early morning tournament game with my baseball team. I knew that if we lost todays game that we would be eliminated from the tournament and would be sent home. I had almost no belief that we would win today because the team we were scheduled to play was ranked number one in the tournament. I knew that the rest of the team felt the same way.
“Dreams?” She asked, face so heartbroken it hurt me to know how badly I hurt hurt her.
Report writing is a form of writing that gives it reader information a type of writing that explain what is taking place or what has taking it a recounting of events . Most newspapers use this type of descriptive recreation of events within their report writing they explain the circumstances of case, court proceeding, type of crime that occurred, etc. (Police reports and there purpose (n.d). Newspaper writer try to explain to the readers what took place and why it is or should be topics of concern police report writing follow the same guidelines. Having the ability to write reports is of extreme importance in police and correctional work daily. Report writing is one of the primary forms of communication within the field of law enforcement agency. Police reports are read by supervisors, police chiefs, fellow officers as well as other criminal justice professionals. Furthermore these documents are written to display the result of an investigation, crimes scene, incidents, and more so it is imperative that there is no grammar errors or misspellings with in the document. Police report writers paint the picture of the events that took place from the time they were called until, the time of their arrival to a crime scene or incident. It’s important that all reports submitted by correctional workers and police officer be well-written with factual information giving step by step details of everything that transpired in chronological order also being very specific about every detail. The reason this is of high important is because this report can assist prosecutor in obtaining a valid conviction of the proper suspect accused (Police reports and there purpose (n.d). Whereas if the police report is poorly written the defense can argue against the finding and may use the discrepancies against the prosecuting state. When poorly written reports are enter into evident for juries to deliberate on it a huge possibility that the report may cause jurors to call into to question whether the officer who wrote it is as careless in other aspects of their police work. as noted by (Police reports and there purpose (n.d). Another issue that will occur if reports are not properly written is miscommunications or misunderstanding. For example a police officer submits a document with only one misspelled words to his police chief, the chief read the report from the officer he put decrease instead of the deceased and cause the chief to send the report the wrong department.
That afternoon when she got home, she went straight to her room. She didn’t have much time. In twenty minutes her mother would be pulling in the driveway, and begin nagging her about everything Wynter has done wrong. She knew she was the biggest disappointment in her parents’ lives. They would never say it, but she could see it in their eyes. And that was why she had to go. She couldn’t let them find out what she had done. About that horrible
“It’s okay, I get it,” I said turning around not wanting him to see me cry,” you gotta do what you gotta do to survive. You taught me that.”
The team was ready, we had been working extremely hard for the past seven months for this. We were all in great shape and very rested. A few of the returning players were meeting me at my house to carpool to the final game of the state championship tournament. Everyone knew that the hard work had paid off when we won the semi-final game the preceding day.
“Come on, Will!” My best friend, John, and I raced after my fellow classmates at Rutherford School for Boys as the last bell on Friday rang, excited for our first soccer practice.
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…’