The third base coach was furious he was in the umpire’s face saying that he just wanted the game to end so he call the kid out. The play itself wasn’t the really cool part, it was that our team had pulled together and beat the team that had knocked us out of the tournament before in extra innings on a lucky hit. None of us knew it yet, but this was going to be a great year. We were almost like
It’s the end of the game, my team is down one, there are eight seconds and counting on the clock and the ball is in my hands. I search the stands to find the one person who has been there for me my entire life. Only he’s not there. It’s easy to get caught up in the game; not the game of basketball, but the dope game. It is a life few choose, but many find themselves in due to the harsh reality of job loss and depression.
Going into this game, I knew we were going to lose. And I thought I was going to do what I did best, playing shortstop. But in the third inning, coach Jason changed my life! He put me in at the pitcher’s mound. Coming in the dugout from being at bat, I take the helmet off and toss it in the bag, just as coach Jason starts calling out positions.
I thought that it was smart how we had to find our reading pace for each book. It is different from Elementary School and Middle School. I liked how you had us write reflections of the books, instead of just writing the page numbers. This helps me comprehend the book better because I have to go back and re-read parts of the book that I didn't get in order to finish the writing. I read many books this year, but my favorite was Ender's Game.
Directly after robotics club and procrastination, my favorite pastime is reading. Starting in elementary school I would pick up a book that intrigued me and read it through without ever setting it down. My reading habits got worse(or better depending on how you look at it) once my parents bought me a Kindle and gave me the means to purchase a book whenever I wanted to. Ultimately, my kindle led to some problems at school because I stopped paying attention in class in order to read.
As I pound my bat against home plate I get ready for the perfect ball to come. Then it came, the perfect ball, could not have curved any better, I smacked it with my bat, It was out of the park! It could have been the last game of the season for the Braves Major league Baseball, we were the best, the champions, then the A’s put up a fight but they will not end it now. The A’s got the whole Braves team nervous, so we practiced for every day for the next two weeks preparing for game, then half way through two weeks of training the Braves were stronger, prepared, and twice as good as the used to be, they boosted their self esteem double their regular.
Ian is my fifteen year old brother. He is almost six feet tall (a whole foot taller than me) and is a freshman in highschool. I am 11, on the shorter side , in 6th grade and half the size of my brother. Neither of us know it, but soon we will start an enormous argument over who gets to watch their favorite football team play on TV. "The Bears game is on later today!
Have you ever missed A month a school and have to make it up the last couple weeks of school. I am in 9th Grade at Hartland High School with approximately 2,000 students. I used to go to St.Patrick School in Brighton, it is a Catholic school with only around 300 students from 1st to 9th grade. I played hockey since I was 3 and after I got my concussion from hockey I have taken a break. My friends and I like to play this game called Clash Royale and we play each other all the time and sometimes the better player looses and the weaker players win.
The umpires soon arrive and our three coaches call us over, to say “We did not try this hard and make it this far to lose, so let's go get that win boys!” my team replied with “Let’s go
I was about to sob my heart out. But with some strange turn of events, the coaches said it wasn’t over. Now, what I am about to speak about is absolutely crazy and unfair in my mind as I reminisce about the event today. So basically, in this little league, if you went undefeated on the season and you lost in the championship game, you got to play again. We played again; this time much harder, for we underestimated the other team’s abilities to play baseball the first time.
Everyone has something or someone in their life that they can always count on for a good laugh after a long day, whether that be a good friend, a humorous television show, or a little brother. When I have had a stressful day, I know I can always start up a conversation with Colten, my brother. Without trying, he can brighten my day with laughter and smiles. His facial expressions, dance moves, and seven-year-old love affairs are just a few of his most entertaining qualities that never fail to crack me up. Colten’s humorous side really displays itself during The Clapping Game.
We pulled up at the park playing the song “Panda” on the bus with our speaker, we were all just overwhelmed. My thoughts as I was walking on the field were, let's see how good I can be. We make it through the first game winning, that means we have another game, and guess what? Won it too.
I tracked balls down and fired crisp and accurate throws on every play. As more and more people were eliminated, I became more and more stimulated by the competitive energy of the contest. Finally, I reached the point where I would win the contest if I fielded one more ball. I scampered across the field and snatched the ball as I ran into the netting that had been left from batting practice. I untangled myself and made the winning throw.
My time at St. Xavier has been constructive and highly beneficial, however, I believe that it is the cave and that life after school is the light. The school does not accurately reflect the real world and it has three major illusions: that you must work for someone else, that learning should only be done in school, and that the world is not diverse. For the past four years, excluding summer, how I spend my time has been dictated largely by teachers. Monday through Friday for seven hours a day plus a few hours in the evening, I’ll be listening to whatever lecture has been planned out and completing whatever homework has been assigned.
The darkness that may come into people’s lives are unpredictable. And the main question everyone asks is, why me? The pain and trauma I have experienced have been nothing short of hell, but who’s gonna help you when you need it the most. Hearing yelling from across the hall was horrific and I didn’t fully understand the circumstances that were taking place. My mom barged in my room early in the morning and started screaming “Do you guys even wanna go to school?!”.
