After about ten minutes passed I shifted my attention to the two tall basketball player that were also relatively close to me and the volleyball girls. They discussed how hot and spicy their buffalo wings are, when basketball workouts begin, and who’s looking to win the championship this year. In about five minutes into their conversation they were interrupted by a young lady and a young man. Both the basketball boys and the volleyball girls instantly said hello to them and all of them began to talk about the famous event called “Battle of the Lex”. This event is where all athletes come together and dress up as a character and cheers on the basketball team or volleyball team according one of the tall basketball players.
I got little glances all day from people I knew especially the guys I normally played football, capture the flag, or the ‘guy’ sports with during gym. They knew me as the one girl at school who was not afraid to get dirty during gym or to take them head on during the games. They looked shocked, I got a good laugh out of that, I like keeping people on their toes and they never saw this one coming. They reacted like I was the same person who they had tackled just the day before, but like I was a new student. I walked confidently through the halls that day talking to everyone just like any other day, bouncing around from group to group.
The buzzer rang, and the referee signaled for me to come in to replace one of my teammates. My mom cheered frantically because she knew my playing time was at a minimum, and she knew how important getting a few minutes of playing time was to me. I remember distinctly that I ran to the left side of the court and set in position for a corner shot. I seemed to have perfected this shot while being out because of my beat up, bruised ankle. I made eye contacted with my teammate, and the ball was passed to me.
“Yes” she said sarcastically. We greeted all of the other girls and started to jog around the gym to warm-up. I was in one of those moods where I didn’t want to talk because it was too early in the morning. When it was time to pick throwing partners, Sid and I were like magnets and found each other in less than a second. We started to throw the neon yellow ball to each other for a boring fifteen minutes and began the dreaded small talk.
One should be prepared for a couple of mishaps during the routine but nothing that will ruin her astonishment and feeling of pride for the boys. Although forming and keeping the team together may take unexpected turns and obstacles, an unbreakable bond and sympathetic understanding of each and every member and coach forms whether one wants it to or not. The boys will finally comprehend the difficult participation and fear girls face when learning and performing dance routines while the coaches will recognize the amount of courage the squad has to partake in powderpuff. The two or so weeks spent together will undeniably open up one’s eyes to the life of the opposite gender and build remarkable reminiscences that will bring smiles to one’s face from the simplest occurrences that remind one of her experience as a powderpuff coach.
“Thanks for everything Mrs. A” he says and she replies by saying “Anytime, good luck in tonight’s game.” As Carter exits the classroom he notices the posters of the big game along with, many students overfilling the hallway. The sound of student’s complaints, along with slammed lockers, and the intercom reminding the students of tonight’s big game. With each student ecstatic to leave school grounds, made it harder on car... ... middle of paper ... ...expectations for Carter he delivered in fashion. However, Carter started to become dizzy once more but taking a seat realizing that it has been a long day and which a snack is all he managed to consumed. His teammates surrounded him, Big J helps him up and the team helped him onto Big J’s shoulder as they all began to line up for the award ceremony.
The third day came and the whole time all we did was scrimmaging. I did pretty well. Every game we played I scored 10 points sometimes 12. At the end of the tryouts, he was doing his last cuts and I was nervous. I hear his footsteps walking towards the gym.
He romped wildly about the playground as the other children watched in awe at the boy made of lightning. With soft brown eyes and an infectious smile, five-year-old Jackson charmed his classmates and teachers. One push of his hair behind his ears caused the world to stop and admire his newly revealed face, and his classmates soon copied the hairstyle with the hopes of becoming Jackson’s closest accomplice. The young boys searched and found their ring leader in Jackson, and rose to the position with virtue and confidence. During preschool, Jackson would give his afternoon popsicle to a different girl every day.
I’m glad that many of you joined this marathon. I hope all students try your best in this marathon. Everyone, do your best. The principal walks down the platform, and a boy goes up. A BOY The marathon will be start at 10 minutes later.
As he explained he made sure each of the team members understood the exact instructions for the speed drills. One of the athletes had a question and he patiently answered it and encouraged more questions to make sure the team knew the exact workout. He had the lone male distance runner do 2 sets of 4x200 meter sprints on the track. He had the women's distance team go out to the pond's to run a 20-minute fartlek in which they ran a minute hard and a minute easy. I observed the male distance runner and when he finished his second set of 200's, Coach suggested he run one more set of 200's.