He wiped off the slick sweat on the back of his neck, knowing it was his time to shine. Centennial Olympic Park surrounded him. The Bank of America Plaza towered to the East. He rubbed the back of his blood stained feet, shook off the blister pain, shoved his polished trainers on his feet, picked up his stick, and started for the other side of the field. He was in the big leagues now.
My partner is Cathryn Cusano, she has lived in Easton, Pennsylvania throughout her entire life. Cathryn has a love for softball and has played ever since she was a little girl. During Cathryn’s senior year of high school she had multiple offers to play softball for elite colleges in the area. She started out having an amazing season, the team was also thriving which eventually resulted in them making it to the playoffs. It was the first round of playoffs and Cathryn was on first base, one of her teammates was up to bat.
The sun beat down on me with intently when I stepped out onto the sidewalk. Quickly I found shelter from the heat on a nearby bench surrounded by shade. However before I took a seat I removed my Desmond Merrion suit jacket, took off the silk Ralph Lauren’s Black label necktie and stuffed it into the pocked of the suit jacket. I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my Charles Tyrwhitt shirt and then did a neat three flip roll of the sleeves. And without given it to much thought I removed my Rolex and placed it into my pants pocket.
I have known Enerest Cooper for six years now and have interacted with him extensively in his capacity as an instructor in Law Enforcement and a coach on the football team. During law enforcement class, I have come to know Mr. Cooper very well, and therefore can comment on some aspects of his coaching and teaching. Mr. Cooper was being an amazing teacher and coach at Military Magnet Academy. Enerest Cooper is a kind, caring, hard-working and creative teacher, and it has been a horror working with him. For example, Coach Cooper established a want and desire in each person that he came in contact with on the football field and in the classroom.
I went to Jay Peak as my second time. I remember about my first time I went there when I was in Middle school. Also it was my first year in United State. I was a quiet student in Middle school so I don’t talk the whole time I was on the bus even when I get there. But yesterday I talked to people who were from different program.
On May 20,1996 I was born Damione Freeman growing up in a small city named Pell City. Growing up wasn't easy for me father was never around just leaving me with my mother. As a child I was always happy, caring, and well mannered. When I turned five I started living with my grandmother, Dianne Freeman and my uncle, Akeem Freeman. At the age of five I was torn away from my mother because of her husband and his issues.
Penny, About me I am a single parent with a 12 year old daughter, In the past, I worked as a CAN but due to lifting patients I was diagnosed with a hietal hernia and the doctor gave me a lifting restriction of maximum ten pounds. That meant I couldn’t work as a CAN as lifting was part of the job. I put myself through Edmonds Community College and completed my Social and Human Services deg
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.
In some cultures, your name has a meaning. What I mean by this is that your name explains something about you, or maybe something the family saw when you were conceived. In some Native American cultures names will be decided the moment you have been conceived. An example can be that if the mother or father sees a wolf walking alone without its pack, the child might be named “Lone Wolf”. These names are starting to get more popular at the time especially among Native American tribes.
Henry Bailey suffered from bronchial troubles. He would cough and cough until his narrow face turned scarlet, and his light blue, derisive eyes filled up with tears; then he took the lid off the stove, and, standing well back, shot out a great clot of phlegm – hss – straight into the heart of the flames. We admired his for this performance and for his ability to make his stomach growl at will, and for his laughter, which was full of high whistlings and gurglings and involved the whole faulty machinery of his chest. It was sometimes hard to tell what he was laughing at, and always possible that it might be us. After we had sent to be we could still smell fox and still hear Henry's laugh, but these things reminders of the warm, safe, brightly lit downstairs world, seemed lost and diminished, floating on the stale cold air upstairs.
One stormy night the Ravenel Family were sitting at the dining table. Kelly, my mom, Jordan my sister, Dave my dad, and me of course. All you could hear the tree 's branches hitting the window, the wind howling to the beat of the rain. There with all that music my parents were whispering very nervously. Then suddenly, the light started flickering, the room darkened nothing was heard but the trees, the wind, and rain.
I am Ambure Griffith. I live in Jackson, Ohio with my dad, stepmom, and my two sisters Brittany and Alyssa. I was born in Citrus County, Florida and I am a senior at Oak Hill High School. I have did art for three years now and I am the Vice President of the Art Club.
Birds chirping, the sun stretches over the horizon and spills it’s energy throughout the elite Phildelphia suburb of Delwyn. Many of Delwyn’s residents have already been up for hours if not perhaps at work since well before the suns great stretch. On one of it’s streets is a brick house, sitting on about an acre. Luxury cars begin to pull out of the neighboring driveways ushering their children to school. Another day in this busy small community.
10 miles. 20 minutes. That is the distance and time it takes to drive a car, at the speed limit, from my house to St. Vincent – St. Mary High School. More importantly, it is the time and distance my brother Griffin Spinner and I drive to school each day.
Sunday Night Synthesis - Week 3 - Buckmiller Two common themes expressed by all the material presented this week are, that we need to develop a relationship with our students in order to motivate them, and second, we as educators have to show true enthusiasm for what we are teaching. In chapter two of Meet in the Middle, Dr. Wormeli gives seventeen suggestions of ways to keep students motivated. Though all these are relevant, there were two that I related to the most. First is Meeting Learning Needs. In this section Dr. Wormeli talks about how he used the Dunn and Dunn Learning Style Inventory to determine the individual needs of his students.
