Tournament Bound Blades Anna It was our first practice as a team. Wheatfield blades. I was handed a jersey with number 9 and it's been my number ever since. I was nervous as we all were and I saw Holly. Holly had blonde hair and it was almost white. She had blue eyes and a smile that even made me smile. Her sister Avery looked exactly like her but she wasn’t as outgoing. Avery was shy and had a very soft voice. She came to the games and practices along with her friend Kayli. It got confusing at first with two kayli’s but we figured it out. Kaley Bonner was my winger and one of my closest friends. We called her Patty Kane because the number on her pants was 88. My left winger was no other than Duffy. Kelsey Duffy has one of the best shots in the state and goalies are scared of her. Holly is one of my defensemen and damn that girl can skate. She breaks records and she is faster than most in the country. Alyssa is my other defensemen. We’ve been together since dippin’ dots. We were like sisters and we learned everything …show more content…
We slept in tents, ate horrible food and did exercises. When we got there we were issued uniforms that were black cargo pants and a white shirt with our number on it. I was given number 16 because that is my softball number. We were shown into our tents. I was with Anna and I was kinda relieved when I heard that. Anna is like my big sister and she won't let anything hurt me. Anna and I found a spot next to the woods to camp. The first task was simple survive for five months. Anna was given a bow and arrows to hunt and protect from wild animals. Each team was given an axe, two canteens, 100 feet of rope two knives, a box of matches and a first aid kit. We were also given a change of clothes. Anna assured me that we would be okay. 155 days until we could go home. The tent kit came with a tent, of course, a lantern and a blanket. There was about seven miles between groups to insure there were no
We have had to deal with, “poor food- hard lodging- cold weather- fatigue, “(Document B). In this diary by Dr Waldo, a doctor we have at camp, he has accurately described what life is like at camp. The factors that we undergo make us sick both physically and mentally, these factors make us lose all sense of empowerment to win this war that we once felt, these factors make us want to go home more than anything just to hear our mother’s voice just once more. The absence of encouragement from other colonists and countries, and how I have to go to bed with my stomach empty every single night pushes me over the edge to give up and just
It was our fifth day in the Philmont Scout Reservation in New Mexico, the halfway point of the trek. I as the Crew Leader was responsible for the other 11 members of the crew, including 4 adults. I was in charge, and amazingly the adults rarely tried to take over, although they would strongly advise me what to do in some situations. Phil, with the exception of me, the oldest scout and the Chaplain for the trip, was my second. Together we dealt with problems of making sure everyone carried the right amount of stuff in their pack to who had to cook and cleanup each day. The trip had gone well so far, no injuries, and the worst problem had been a faulty backpack. As I walked I thought about the upcoming campsite. Supposedly this one had running water from a solar powered pump—so had the last night’s site but the tank was too low to use for anything but cooking because the of how cloudy it had been of late. But today was bright and shinny, and hot, so I didn’t think there would be a problem.
It was the first practice and Shaye had began to pitch, which is like the most important spot in softball (and catcher). She wasn't that good. We had a game and our catcher got hit with the ball and broke her ankle. Later the coach decided that he wanted me to be the catcher for Shaye. One time at practice Shaye was pitching, I was catching, Shaye told me that she wanted Taylor (the old
In fourth grade I was 9 years old. At that age I didn't even think of playing sports. I was just like a normal 9 year old. So one day my auntie told me that one of her friends daughters is playing softball for Port City Girls Softball League. Then asked me if I would be interested to play. I answer saying sure I will try it out, so my auntie went and signed me up. So the way that league works is they have a draft to pick their players for their team. Then, the first practice started, I knew nothing about softball so I was brand new at all of it. When it came to one of the next practices one of my older sisters came to watch me and noticed my coach. It was one of her friends! Then my sister told me that one of the players
We hit a down hill point so we grabbed drift wood. It would save man power and be faster to sled down. The rest helped Landon out the most because he was the smallest so he didn 't have energy left to use. But this refreshed him so we could keep going. Time was not on are side. The only thing keeping us alive was the fact that if we got out we would be the first ones ever to make it out not dead. It was about the hottest point in the day now and we had to find shade or we would get to dehydrated and die. We drank all the water we had just to fine out that we had a under ground stream below
Some kids that have been playing for a long time got cut. I couldn’t believe it. The next day at practice coach said now that you made the team we are going to have a tryout for who is going to start and make lines according on skill and your ability to work. Every drill I was first, we ran a thing called the stair way to haven, I was first.
The U14AA London Lynx team was picked out of 50 players and 5 goalies, it was my first year in London and I was excited to start. I liked playing for Mitchell in the seasons past but I wanted a challenge, I wanted to go places with ringette and I knew London could do that for me. Finally after 4 tryouts I got a phone call from the coach. I had been given a spot on the team. I would hopefully follow in my sisters footsteps.
Before practice, I waited anxiously outside the uniform closet as Varsity chose their jersey number. I was not expecting to get my jersey that day, as I did not yet tryout for the school softball team because of a previous injury.
As more of my teammates began to show up, I recognized most of them. However, I learned later that if I went on to play in the Spring, this would not be the same exact team I would play with. With only twenty minutes until we began,I put on all of my gear and my dad gave me a thorough warm up. Time seemed to fly by, and before I knew it, everyone was gathered together as positions were being assigned. I was originally overwhelmed with excitement, but as the game drew closer, the joy I had felt was replaced with anxiety. The lacrosse game taking place before ours ended and we entered and took our place on our bench. I recognized the opposing team’s jerseys quickly and identified them as a travel team from our area. Taking one final breath, I rushed into the lacrosse net enjoying my bird’s eye view, unsure of what was to
There were a great many sights to see and memories to be made as we traversed across the beautiful landscape. The trek consisted of two ten mile segments so the younger scouts could just do one part if they became exhausted, but the older scouts were encouraged to tackle the entire journey. As we camped that night, we were able to use our leadership skills in order to delegate to the younger scouts the preparations that needed to made in order to create an organized
Throughout high school, I was a varsity member of my school’s tennis team. Unlike most school sports, our tennis team consisted of both boys and girls on the same team. A small school to begin with, the lack of funding for tennis led to an even smaller turnout in the boys tennis team, thus they allowed girls to also join. In addition, the program was still very new and unestablished. The end result was an untrained boys tennis team that was actually just an untrained girls tennis team with about three boys tagging along. Unfortunately, all of the surrounding tennis programs consisted of lifetime tennis players, and yes, they were 100% male. This combination meant that my second doubles partner, Kayla, and I were usually greeted by our opponents with the mentality that the match would be easy, since we were just girls.
Lacrosse, the sport I have been playing since 4th grade, is my most beloved activity and I play almost every single day. I remember the first day my dad took me to my first camp. I was nervous and craven because I had no idea what I was doing, also it didn't help that I didn’t know anyone there. After the first couple of day’s I started to understand the sport and its rules. On the last day of camp, one of the coaches came up to me and said “You became used to the way you are supposed to handle the stick really quickly. You should continue to play and you will become really good.” When he said this, I started to work hard with hours of training, commitment and dedication. After a couple of months of training, I tried out for my local club
It was now monday morning and camp had officially started. All the troops meet at the Flag Poles at the middle of camp, for announcements. We had around 15 boys in our troop, which was very small compared to the other troops who had around 75 to 1...
Just a valley of nothingness for miles. What was I to do with people I wasn’t even friends with for four days? The mere thought of it consumed me. Then I hear the scoutmaster shout, “Okay boys! We’re going to kick things off with a bang. Your first activity for today will be to locate your camping gear!” Immediately I thought to myself, “what? Are you kidding me?” The day shifted from bad to worse, and I didn’t think it was going to stop there. So here I was with my troop, maps in hand, the mixture of fear and anxiety overwhelming us. We contemplated our game plan for a while. Another scout, who would later become my best friend, broke the silence. “Well, better get going before it gets dark. Don’t want to be sleeping out in the open.” Reluctantly, the rest of us got up and followed.
It was November 1st and it was the day of my last volleyball game. I ran into my friend Eri and we started talking about the game later that day. It was against Tunkhannock. They were the best volleyball team from our area, and wouldn’t you know it on our senior night we had to play against them. Senior night was the one night where the seniors were recognized, whether they were good or not. The whole day the team was joking about how much we would lose by against our rival team. In a game to fifteen we thought we would end up owing them points.