Hitting the ground hard, stars dazzling before my eyes. The world goes dark then, BAM. Everything is back. The music was blaring, girls running around and throwing over girls in the air. My stunt was down, my flyer, scrambling up from the ground. Too many eyes looking at me in shock or terror. Scrambling up from the floor, I mumbled “Keeping going. We need to finish the routine.” Or something along those lines. My coaches and team mates all gave me sideways glances but did as I said. Our last stunt sequence is over the only part now is the dance. Only 20 seconds and I can sit down. 15, I can do this. 12. I can’t do it. I quickly stumbled off the floor and out of the way. The last beat of the music played and everyone’s holding their last position. …show more content…
That was pretty good but we need to work on pyramid again. Everyone up. Let’s go.” Before I have time to stand back up my coach is by my side asking a million questions that I can’t comprehend. Finally, I somehow get across that I feel dizzy and she quickly makes me lay down and drink water. The rest of my team is going to through the routine but I can’t understand what’s going on. My coach walks over and asks me more questions which I mumble out answers too. She tells me to stay laying down and that I should take it easy. This is when the tears come. The salty warm liquid slowly drips down my face. I have a competition in a little more than week. The rest of the night is all blur. At some point my mom came and took me home. My coaches quickly explained to my mom what had happened and told her to get me to bed as soon as possible. Of course that night I fell asleep right …show more content…
It’s Sunday, time for church. The deep notes coming from the organ and the high pitch squeals fro the babies are a little too much for my head that day. By some miracle I make it through church. The rest of Sunday slips away as I slip in and out of a restless sleep. Before I know it, it’s Monday morning and time for school. The beginning of school is another blurry and confusing time. Once I get to band class, my name is called over the intercom telling me to go to the e office. After I slowly wonder through the halls, trusting my instincts of muscle memory of how to get around the school more than my eyes, the secretaries barley looks up from their computers to tell me to call my mom. Confused and slightly worried, I take out my phone and call
To make it even harder to focus, we could hear the music of another guard’s performance throughout warmup. I encouraged my team to stay focus on how we want to perform. As we prepared to perform, several girls began crying and hugging as if we were already done. I talked to each girl I passed and told them that it was time to focus and to show this crowd how good we are. That performance was the perfect ending to the season; it was everything we had worked for. However, we weren’t done yet; we still had to fold our floor, put away our flags, and get ready for the awards ceremony. On our way to put away our equipment, one of my girls started crying and apologizing for a mistake she had made, afraid that she compromised the show. I told her immediately that whatever score we made, we earned it as a team. I comforted her with my own struggles of perfectionism and feelings of inadequacy, but those feelings don’t necessarily reflect our
Again I was here to work and be my best. Half way into practice coach asked “who (faces off)”? I raised my hand because why not? We went to the other side of the felid and I watched before I volunteered to (face off). Seemed easy enough for me so I gave it my all.
“Hello my name is Coach Ventura but you can call me Ace. So, we will be doing some drills for the next 3 days to a--.” My face broke out in red and I was speechless. I thought that there was only one day of tryouts. I calmed my nerves and gained back my composure. I refocused my hearing on the coach when she was in the middle of saying,” …--a number and go to your group.” I didn’t know the first part, but I joined into what everyone else was doing which was getting a duct tape number on the back of our shirts to determine what group we started out in and rotated to. As the tryouts went on I was feeling more
Logan has been acting up since I arrived. He keeps trying to go in the kitchen and get juice after Miss Orbach has told him several times he can have juice with dinner but right now he has to have water. He kept screaming that he was thirsty. Miss Orbach explain to him that this isn't going to do anything but make him thirstier and that's why he should have water.
It then started to get harder and each day was a different workout to help me and my teammates improve. I was at a point where all I could do was attend school, go to practice and go home. Each day I was beyond tired. At a point of time I felt like giving up and going back to my regular life, and regular schedule. As the coach started to notice how I felt, he pulled me to the side and started to question what was going on. I explained, but everything I said was not a good enough reason. My coach told me, “If this is what you really want you won’t give up, no matter how hard it may get you will overcome it.” That day I learned a valuable lesson, to never give up.
The coaches were feeling creative that day because they made us try all of these drills that the team has never done before. They were the kind of drills that did nothing to improve you at all, but the coaches thought differently. “This one will help you with your awareness of
Im Tumbling and I don't know where I am or what happened. Where am i going? As i'm tumbling i am trying to find myself and where i am. I cant get any grip and im feeling a burning sensation. I have no clue where i am. How did i end up like this?
“Be Prepared… the meaning of the motto is that a scout must prepare himself by previous thinking out and practicing how to act on any accident or emergency so that he is never taken by surprise.” (Robert Baden-Powell). Track season was getting ready to start and I was excited for it because I love to run. This was my first year in high school so this would be my first time to get to be on a high school track team. I went to the first practice, which was conditioning day, and ran as hard as I could. No matter how hard I was hurting or sweating I keep running and finished in the top group every time. Practice comes to an end and coach calls up runners individually and tells us what we are going to be running. He calls me up and I am just knowing that he is going to say the 200 or 400. To my disappointment he tells me I am going to be running the 300 hurdles. I hated the hurdles so to myself I told myself I wasn’t going to practice hard because it wasn’t what I wanted to do. I wouldn’t practice hard so I got put on JV. I won all the JV races in the 300 hurdles so that just pushed me to not want to practice even more because I could win without practice. District track meet rolls around and Trey one of the varsity runners gets hurt so coach moves me to varsity. In my mind I am thinking this is going to be easy I haven’t lost a race on JV so I won’t lose on varsity. The intercom comes on and calls out for my race. It was time to go win.
My team and I were warming up and shooting pucks. My friends and I were messing around while we were warming up. After about 5 minutes my coach blew the whistle, tweet! So then we all went over to the coach, and he told us all the drills we were going to do today. We were going to have to do six drills for the
The second time I got into position again, determined to get up I yelled “Ready.” This time I put too much pressure on my front foot and fell forwards.
However this rigidity didn't last because as soon as I stepped into the locker room the noise coming from the speakers hit me like a brick. The boys were dancing and everyone was trying to put themselves in the correct mindset. "Just go out there and do what you know you can." Coach exclaimed. Throughout the year our team had steam rolled most other teams and on top of an 18 game winning streak we realized that coach was right; if we just play our game the good things will come. So one by one we jumped onto the ice, hearing the crunching beneath our feet, this was it, the final
In the midst of the South Bronx’s structural decline and disregard from neighboring boroughs and politicians, cultures, traditions, lifestyles and music from the South Bronx’s diverse population merge to birth new artists and art forms. In the episode Raise Your Words, Not Your Voice, Baz Luhrmann’s visual design not only demonstrates the coming of age of six young people of color, but also the transformation of hip-hop and the South Bronx. Ezekiel "Zeke" Figuero, Shaolin Fantastic, Ra-Ra Kipling, Marcus “Dizzee” Kipling, Boo-Boo Kipling, and Mylene Cruz navigate gangs, politicians, and
Although my mind assured me that I was going to mess up, I didn’t. My head began to clear, and adrenaline began to flood my system again. Time went by, and the clock finally ticked off to all zeroes. My performance hadn’t been one for the ages, but I felt good about how I did. After the team went through the line and gave the expected “Good Game” line to the Sergeant-Bluff Luton, we were treated to many smiles and hugs from parents.
When i got there, i was pumped ready to show what i learned over the summer. I wasn’t that bad then, but i was nowhere near the people who were training for this for years. With their strength and endurance, i quickly had little to no strength, and it was about 2/3rds in. only day one as well. So I left early, and it killed me. I said i would make the team. I was so tired. It still kills me today that i didn’t try and push through the pain and try my
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