Meet my Jazz band. This is a picture of us in New Orleans my junior year during spring break to play Jazz. I decided upon this picture because this band has had such a profound impact on how I frame my future. My connection with music through the piano has been fostered ever since I could reach those shiny black and white collection of keys. Starting at the age of four, playing the classical music of Mozart and Bach was what my musical background was founded upon, with tangible medals and accomplishments as achievements.
There it was, the creaky staircase of the abandoned Delta Mental Asylum. I have no idea why I thought this was a good idea. I’m getting chills and it’s the middle of summer. At least I’m not alone my sister, Aubrey, is with me. We were just about to go up the stairs when I thought I heard giggles, but Aubrey said I was just being paranoid.
Jane Jacobs is best known for her profound impact on urban studies. Jacob’s critique of 1950s urban planning in her book The Death and Life of American Cities has been one of the greatest influences on modern day city planning. While her ideas continue to live on in the design of modern cities, many of Jacobs’ characterizations of successful cities are overly theoretical and impractical. Because Jacob’s logic is flawed with hasty generalizations and fallacies of composition, city planners should be wary of implementing her recommendations in all cities.
I remembered my father told me “ you better get ready because this is some real shit”. My body started to feel different, I wasn't feeling scared I was feeling adrenaline running all over by body. I couldn't wait for those roping skills and techniques to come to me, I had to work real hard. Those skills didn't come overnight. It was all the hours I spent in the arena practicing ,roping poles, bushes, dogs or anything I could see I would be able to rope.
I knew I had to hit a good move so I went for a headlock and got it but the referee called it a pin when the buzzer went out so I had lost by a point. Even though I lost I knew I had gotten into his head mentally because I didn’t see him since he ran into the locker room mad because I had embarrassed him and since he knew he was very lucky to get the win. Since I knew I had one or two more chance to wrestle Nerine in the state tournament in two weeks I felt I had brought him down a little bit mentally which I could use to
Hocking Hills It was a cloudy fall day, a cold feeling, and everything seemed calm. We were at hocking hills camping in cabins. The cabins were two stories with one room on the second story and two rooms on the first story. The cabin was built with brown wood with a tint of orange.
Halfway between the U.P. and Tennessee is a small, welcoming town that goes by the name of Muncie, Indiana. This little redneck town is where my mother calls “home”. I’ve been there, to the town of Muncie, quite a few times. In fact I lived there for about six months when I was a year old. There’s long stretches of black, cracked asphalt that forms to the rolling hills and the curves of the farmlands.
My First Wrestling Match There were about two weeks before my first wrestling match. After a tough practice, I went to check my weight like everyone else does, and my heart sunk as I realize that I am six pounds over my weight class. The weight class I am wrestling in is one hundred and thirteen pounds, but I weigh one hundred and nineteen. I was very nervous that my coach would find out and be displeased with me. I began to worry because being six pounds over meant that I could only eat a little bit each day, and work extra to lose all of the weight.
My Theme Song Songs can connect with how we feel and our experiences. Music has been a major part of my life ever since I was just a toddler. For me music has helped me express what I am feeling and who I am as a person. My therapy has been music, it has helped me through almost every problem I have faced. With listening to the song lyrics, we can get a true understanding of what the artist is trying to tell us.
No one was worried about us losing. The only thing my team was worried about was me getting hit. Sure enough, the first game I played, I got hit on my thy. I had a huge bruise almost instantly. However, I continued to play hard and to my best ability.
I started to do my pre-match warm up and that’s when I heard the ref tell us let’s go. We came to the center circle and shook hands and the match was off. I got an early takedown, to take the lead 2-0 but right after that he got a reversal so the score was 2-2. The next period Birt took down and escaped right away so he was winning 3-2. After that we wrestled on our feet for about a minute and then I took him down to take the lead again, 4-3.
Owen did not hesitate, he threw open the back door, slammed it behind him. He perched himself of the backseat on his knees, his hands curled over the headrest and started through the rear window. Through the window, he saw destructions. The star-crusted tentacles flailing in all directions and crushing everything into clouds of dust as it heaved its colossal mass onto the street. It was bigger than anything that he had seen with one exception.
That is probably what hurt me the most. I had a good warm-up but your first match is always your worse one. At the state tournament you can’t have a bad match. Unfortunately, i did. Now, I was in the loser's bracket, it seemed like all was lost.
I have learned a great many things from participating in High school Basketball. It has changed my entire outlook on and attitude toward life. In the eighth grade, I was shy, had low self-esteem and turned away from seemingly impossible challenges. Playing Basketball altered all of these qualities.
I felt great, throwing a multiple flurry of punches, feeling unrestrained and violent. In the final round i took two to the head, causing me to fall flat on the ground. A voice in my head said to me, “Get up! Why go through all of this pain from training just to accept defeat.” I picked myself back up off the ground, brushed my gloves off and regained my focus.
