Such as, since my dad and I were so close to the game you could hear all of the players talking and when they would run down the court you could feel the floor shake because we were right on it. So it was 10x better than watching it on TV or anywhere else in the
You never forget the first feelings you having walking past a long line of fans cheering and walking into the gym to see hundreds of familiar faces. People have been waiting all day to see the big game, the players and to find out which team is better. It 's loud but you don 't mind, the cheering pushes you harder. When you change for the game there 's lots of whoops and hollering in the locker room getting ready, then we spend fifteen minutes really getting ready. Starters are called off a roster and the fans cheer loud.
Autobiographical Narrative Working as a monitor in the attendance office was not my favorite time of day. Since it was seventh period, everyone loved to leave early which meant the office was always busy with people coming in and out. Every time you walked in, you would feel a burst of cool air. It felt like Alaska in the middle of December.
Personal Narrative It was a cold November Friday. The sun was hidden behind a thick layer of clouds as it usually is most of the winter in Michigan. I had just been picked up from St. Martha, the very first school I ever attended. The car ride home seemed to be very different than any other.
Growing up, I was not a particularly athletic child. Throughout my childhood, I attempted several different sports including dance and swimming, both of which I failed miserably at. I also tried to follow in my sister’s footsteps and play soccer, but I managed to get hit with the ball more than actually kicking it, so in 8th grade I made a bold move and joined the crew team. I grew up on the lake, so I loved the idea of a sport on the water. I quickly learned however, that rowing is not easy.
It’s either 2003 or 2004, a six year old or seven year old me, is in the back seat of a Green Grand Cherokee Jeep car, listening to a 1995 Jungle Mania cassette tape blasted full volume on the car stereo, on the way back home from after school club. I’m in my school uniform, with my seat beat strapped on bouncing excitingly to this wild 150 to 200 bpm tempo, the music is covered with Reggae, Dub and Hip-Hop sampling, firing gun shots played in the background and constant wheels up happening every three minutes after a song is played. Thinking about it, it’s not really the best material to play in front of a child, but my old man did not care and wanted me to soak this all in, as he saw the bands I liked at the time such as Busted as pure shite
Through the hours I spent working with middle school, then high school girls, I continued to develop my passion for working with and empowering young people. Contrary to other Girl Scout leaders, I never turned away a girl who was wanted to be part of our troop. As a result, we were one of the most diverse and inclusive troops in our community. A typical Troop 9 event had representatives of five different religions, polar opposite political orientations, a wide range of the socioeconomic spectrum, and a variety of LGBT statuses.
Four walls, one person, and pen and paper. I sit here in silence pondering around, what was the most problematic thing I had to overcome. The word came to me easily but taking it in and allowing it to be shown on paper wasn't but here it goes. Depression.
One terrifying event that occurred about a month or so ago has left a strong impression on my dad and me. It was for my dad’s birthday, his fiftieth. Since it was his jubilee birthday I thought that he deserves something special. In the morning I jumped at him and told to pack himself up. We drove for a few miles and got to the forest, in which I decided we should spend a day.
Personal Narrative I open my eyelids I see someone but they were blurry. Then I thought back to what my Mom said about my dad then I woke up and asked my Mom then I asked .
The summer before my junior year was the first time I set foot on the campus of Northwestern. As soon as I laid eyes on all it had to offer, I was positive it was where I wanted to be. After doing extensive research and visiting the campus over the summer, I knew Northwestern was the ideal place for me. At Northwestern, my opportunities are limitless.
We’ve all been asked one of the world’s hardest questions, who is your favorite parent. Now Ashleigh must answer, mom or dad. Ashleigh’s parents have been divorced since she was six. Their traits are complete opposites of each other. Her mom is as “straight as a ruler” and her dad an “irresponsible bum”.
Waking up, she stretched out her legs to find a major charley horse forming throughout her entire calf. The long car ride completely wiped her out. What a great way to start her morning in this new town. There was also no coffee in this frigid, janky apartment she thought. As she argued with herself in her head, she tried to force those negative thoughts to the back of her mind.
Do you know the old cliche of the security guard that has two days till retirement? That is almost applicable to the story of my last days at my workplace, Culligan. The day started as I got up from the old broken-down couch that I use for a bed. The pale morning light gently streamed through the window as I got up to put on my clothes. I looked at the ground of my room to find a pair of jeans and an old T-shirt, and begrudgingly put them on as I tried to wake up, and then I looked for my glasses and wallet.
While this was not on my list of criteria, The Fieldhouse definitely got a bonus point for providing another source of entertainment besides the ever entertaining game of volleyball. The Fieldhouse was already pretty incredible and I was not even on the court
