I had my weekly tennis class. I jumped into the car, and my mom drove me to CPAC, where I play. When we finally got there, I jumped out of the car and ran to the court. I thought I was late, but everyone was just arriving. As we ran our laps, I noticed a woman walk in that I had never seen before. Usually, it was only three men coaching our class, so I was confused what she was doing on the court. She had blonde hair slicked back into a tight ponytail, a long nose, and tiny lips glued shut. She looked intimidating, but she didn’t say a word. She had a black racquet in her hand. She scanned the courts to see everything going on, as she stepped closer to the other coaches. She started talking to the coaches, and then they turned to all of us. The lady stepped out, took a deep breath, and said, “I’m Mira. I will be teaching this class from now on.” Then, as everyone went to grab their racquets, I decided to introduce myself to her. I stepped up to Mira, extended my hand and said, “Hi. I’m Lucy. Nice to meet you!” She smiled as she tightly gripped my hand saying, “Hi Lucy. You are the only one to introduce yourself to me! How nice- thank you!” She had a thick accent, with a powerful voice. I felt happy that I introduced myself to her, and hopefully …show more content…
Everyone was so nervous to find out what team they made, and then finally the varsity coach opened her mouth, smiled, and made an announcement. “All 16 of you girls standing here right now... ARE ON THE VARSITY TEAM!!” I couldn’t believe it. I worked so hard, and now I finally am able to realize that it payed off. I ran to the car and my siblings were cheering from inside the car so loudly that I could hear from outside. My family was so happy, and before I could say anything, I called Mira on the phone. Mira answered the phone, and all I could say was, “I MADE IT! I MADE VARSITY!” She was so happy! She told me that she was so proud of me, and that my hard work and playing payed
She saw that everyone knew each other and she felt left out, she didn’t want to talk to no one because she knew her Spanish was bad and felt like they might make fun of her. The teacher came in and made everyone present themselves and Leah was the first one the teacher asked to say their name, what school they came from, and what is their favorite hobby. Leah spoke and everyone knew she wasn’t from there because of her accent. She heard some classmates giggle in the corner and heard one of them called her “Gabacha” (foreigner) (American girl). she then turned around and saw the same guy that she saw through the window and notice that they are in the same class. He spoke up to the classmates that were making fun of her and told them not to be rude. After class was over he walked over to her and asked her not to feel bad , he can help her improve her Spanish and Leah just blushed, they soon became friends and graduated high school together and they ended up
It was my final moments as a Chelsea High School cheerleader. My final banquet had quickly approached. It was then that I realized I was not ready for the season to be over. I stood in front of my friends, fellow cheerleaders, and their families as they watched and waited for me to recite my last words as the season came to an end. It took hours for me to write about what my teammates and my coaches meant to me. I did not want to sound too nostalgic since I’m not the emotional type, but I also did not want to come across as indifferent. It was a difficult task but I knew I could accomplish it.
The following instructions apply to right-handed players as well as left-handed players with the slight adjustment in the use of opposite hands and feet. Before you begin to serve the ball, you would have to stand behind the baseline, on the opposite side of the service box. If you are serving towards your opponent’s right service box, you should be standing on the right side of your court. ...
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.
When we arrived back to camp, the football coach announced that try-outs would be in 3 days. So, my friend and I arrived and compete against 30 other girls for 14 spots. We struggled until we were breathless and drenched in sweat, but we made the team! I made running back and my friend was a linebacker. Although we lost our first two games, we won the third, which was the first football game won in Crane Lake history. A week later color war broke out and I was placed on the blue team. Although my team didn’t win, we came to a close second and worked our hearts out to get there. On one of the last nights, we slept under stars on an overnight and although it was a bit cramped in the tent, we could not have been any closer together. Camp is my home away from
The night before, I didn’t practice my English so I knew what to say. By now, I knew most of the words, so I would just let my heart guide me. Besides, my cramped old house, which is actually just a junky garage in an abandoned alley, is too small to let out my feelings. Once I got to school after a cold walk in the snow, I placed myself by her locker and waited. Fourteen minutes had gone by, and still no sign of Lily. I only had a minute to get to class now, so I hurriedly collected myself and ran to my locker. I was disappointed, knowing that without Lily here, it would be the hardest day of school. I opened my locker and to my surprise a note fell to the floor. I quickly picked it up and gazed at the neat handwriting that clearly spelled my name.
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
While we headed down to the mat, I could see all the other cheerleaders nervous as can be. Because all the teams in the arena had to go down on the mat, it was very crowded and hot. When my team found a spot on the mat, we danced like animals along with the music that was playing. After all the teams got on the floor, we all sat down and listened quietly while we heard the announcer announce the awards. Because of all the teams in each division, the announcer only announced the top three so it will go faster. After a while, it finally got to the division that my team was in. As we bow our heads and hold each other's hand tightly, we listen carefully. As each name was called, I got more and more nervous. After the last team name was called we let go of each other’s hand and looked around and cheered for everyone who did make it in the top three. Even though we didn’t make the top three, we were still excited for the other
I was strolling down the hallway, trying to figure out where my class would be, when I bumped into a girl. “Oh goodness! I am so sorry. I wasn 't looking," she said and bent down to grab my file and books even before I could. I sighed and replied, “No, it 's fine." I wiped the sweat, which I had accumulated from walking all over the school, off my forehead. She stood up and handed me my books. I realized she was also a freshman by her orange colored uniform. She flipped her hair and said while grinning," Let me introduce myself. I 'm Natasha. I 'm from Canada so I don 't really know much about this town. How about you?" Even though I had never met her before, I could tell she seemed nice so I introduced myself. I had to make a judgment to decide whether to befriend the girl or not. Little did I know this stranger was
Hearing the loud “thump” as the ball hits the racket is extremely satisfying, especially if your life now revolves around this fast-paced and exhilarating sport. Tennis is an outdoor game played by two individuals or pairs of players on a clay or grass court that’s divided by a low net. Each game is played with tennis rackets and small, yellow elastic balls. Tennis was first introduced in Wales and the United Kingdom in 1873 by “Major Walter Wingfield” (tennistheme.com). While most sports are easy to pick up, tennis takes extreme dedication to learn how to play the game, to perfect the amount of technique it takes, as well as its great impact on one’s personal life.
Tennis is a universal sport. Much like any other sport, tennis has its own unique set of terminology and scoring system. During a match that is broadcasted on TV viewers are usually given an opportunity to see a varying amount statistics. These statistics would the number of aces, first and second serve percentages, number of winners and errors, and so on. The average viewer would only go as far as knowing who won, but these statistics provide a much deeper into many underlying aspects of the match such as how a player won and the chances of winning. Meanwhile, the construction of probability formulas is present due the scoring system being hierarchically structured. For instance, points are gained throughout the service games; these points are which are nested within sets, as well as within the match. Thus, tennis is a game of mathematics that is highly involved with the chances of players winning the match
My love for tennis blossomed at the young age of eleven. During middle school my peers knew me as the boy who was remarkably talented at tennis and I savored that title. Butterflies floated throughout my youthful body whenever someone complimented me. As the years passed, my dad nurtured me into a top player. Before I knew it high school arrived and it was time to compete at a higher level. My excitement was out of this world, but I knew my dad could no longer push me forward and my future was up to me. However, the ego I developed over the years blocked what lie in front of me. I wasn’t looking at the bigger picture; the hard work demanded of me, teamwork, and the motivation to reach an ultimate goal. Throughout my four years of participating
In seventh grade my friend Abbie and I decided to go out for the basketball team. After a week of tryouts we both found our names on the team roster. We were both so ecstatic. As the season progressed Abbie and I grew closer as teammates as well as friends. We became so close I sometimes considered her family-my family. We had a great season together, one of the best the school had ever seen, until the very end. Two weeks after the championship game, Abbie’s mother took her to the doctor for severe headaches.
At last we had brought all our practicing skills into work at the final stages. After working hard for three solid months it all paid off, the competing mat was beneath our feet. It was as if I could almost hear the girl?s hearts thumping before we walked onto the mat. I couldn?t stop smiling, I had the biggest grin on my face as if I were the cat who just ate the canary. Only when I thought that was enough, my facial expressions were amazing, all the nights I spent in front of the mirror or watching my self through the reflection of the glass door in my kitchen. It?s hard to go first because watching all the other teams compete makes you think, how did I do?
I didn’t show up at the Miss Lanier pageant expecting to win. There were at least 15 other girls competing against me. I just wanted to have fun that day. I was nine years old at the time. I wasn’t nervous at all, not about the 15 girls competing against me, not nervous about the three judges at the front of the stage, not nervous at all. Now that I look back on that day, I realize that I should’ve been nervous; my hands should’ve been shaking, my stomach turning, and my brain in turmoil while waiting to step on stage. But I wasn’t. All I wanted to do that day was have fun and maybe make a friend or two. My mom and I stood behind the stage, waiting, just waiting. At one point the pageant director came to make sure nothing was wrong. Some of the girls next to me were acting like it was Miss Universe, but I was just treating it like a dressed up walk on a stage. Once she left we stood in a line at the back entrance to the