The Marauder run is really fun. We got to run on the football field. We ran to the 50 yard line then we ran to the side lines . I watched the whole game, Marcus won by a lot. I was at the game with my dad. I had a few snacks but not a lot of them. After the game I went to go eat. Before the game i did homework. My day was really fun.The Marauder run was on October,8,2015
The Hero’s Journey is a basic template utilized by writers everywhere. Joseph Campbell, an American scholar, analyzed an abundance of myths and literature and decided that almost all of them followed a template that has around twelve steps. He would call these steps the Hero’s Journey. The steps to the Hero’s Journey are a hero is born into ordinary circumstances, call to adventure/action, refusal of call, a push to go on the journey, aid by mentor, a crossing of the threshold, the hero is tested, defeat of a villain, possible prize, hero goes home. The Hero’s Journey is more or less the same journey every time. It is a circular pattern used in stories or myths.
It was 2:30 and warm ups were about to start. Everyone was there and we snapped our helmets buckles on. After we lined up at the 25 yard line and took a nice easy jog around the field. Each one of us stretched, we did jumping jacks, leg lifts, push ups etc. The whole team was eager to get a drink and luckily we did! When we returned to the field we were practicing offense
“It may be unfair, but what happens in a few days, even a single day, can change the course of a whole lifetime”- Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner
That beautiful hot summer day when I woke up I pictured my run to be the same as it always is, run three miles with Miranda and be dead when were done. Although we thought we were going to be mauled by a dog and Miranda basically broke her ankle, that run was one of the best runs because it was different and now we have a great story to tell. Our running adventure was very unusual than most and definitely was not as we planned, but I was glad I could experience it with my best friend. I know that both Miranda and I will remember that run
I felt the chill of the morning enter my room as Bucket opened my window and climbed inside. It wasn’t even his job to gather the boys. My head was racing with questions, but the look on his face told me there was no time.
The sound of guns and screams was an unwelcoming and disturbing experience. It began in Afghanistan, an uncontrollable and unorganised society where there tears of sadness and rage was a common occurrence. The nation was beginning to collapse and my mind raced for ideas. I knew that I would have to give up the life that I was supposed to live here in Afghanistan. I had to escape, but how? It did not matter, as what concerned me was how far I was going to travel and how my life would continue on. What would be the outcome? Would life be any different or better? I have a wife and a daughter who cry for a future and as a father, I had to do what's best for my family. My life was on the line.
Cars, those things that help us move efficiently. Some prefer something affordable, to accommodate the family, or to show off to the world and say, “Hey, I got a lot of money or just borrowed a big sum of cash to buy this and now acquired massive debt.” Come on, don’t tell me you’ve never dreamed of owning a nice sports car? but can’t because being an adult means you have great amount of responsibility in your hands.
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.
In October of 2011, my life changed forever and would never be the same. The day started off just like any other fall day, except there was excitement in the air for what was to come later that night. Halloween was just around the corner and the time was here for me to finally get to join my sister and her friends for their Halloween tradition. I was nervous to the point of butterflies in my stomach, and I could not hold still. My entire body was alive with part excitement and part fear. I had no idea what to expect, but what happened was beyond anything I could ever have imagined. We were going on a haunted trail.
Running is my sport. I’ve made so many memories with my friends and team. One of my favorites is our trip to Coach Corry’s cabin. Every year we travel up the mountain and run together until we reach his cabin. But this year was memorable for several reasons; my friends, the rain, our team captains, and my coach.
It's time. It’s... time. That I need to survive. For the past 3 years. I’ve gone through this. For those 2 years, this challenge I partake every year has not been a challenge. Id plan 3 months ahead. I’d Sketch this average looking house, bathroom, kitchen, dinner room, living room, bedrooms, basement, garage, and ultimately the attic. Scheme places where I can hide. Try to even originate hiding spots.
I think my reading went pretty well this semester. The books I really enjoyed were Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, The Burn Journals, and Geography Club. I didn't enjoy Paper Towns or Six Months Later very much. I did enjoy reading a wide variety of books, but it was challenging to find ones that I didn't lose interest in after the first chapter. It was also challenging to know when a good time to read was. The time I was most interested in reading was the day that I chose the book, because if I wait too long after reading the first part of a book I will lose interest in the book. So usually, since I chose almost all my books right before SSR, I would want to continue reading the book as soon as possible. This created
a sprinter, I am very familiar with this set of commands and sounds. It signifies the start of a race. This is the fun and easy part though. Anyone can marvel at how fast someone runs and how effortless they make it look, but only other sprinters, like myself, know what precedes these races. It takes hard work and practice to gain speed. It can be a pretty painful process for the legs, but it is worth it because I want to be fast. The hard work, practice, and pain are what it feels like being fast, and I am fast.
I am by myself wearing my blue jeans and an old flannel shirt. It is cool outside but I decided to leave my gloves at home, feeling comfortable with my warm shirt and my sturdy boots.
" I can do it… I can …" I kept repeating this line over and over again