It was the last inning in our all-star game, and we were losing 10 to 8. Our team had 2 outs and we couldn’t get the third. Our pitcher was doing bad, throwing all balls, while all of us in the field were tired, ready to fall asleep at any moment. There goes another walk. They score again.
My teammates tackled me celebrating, leaving the ball in the back of the net and the goalie with her head between her hands. The scoreboard ticked the last few seconds away before letting out a sound of excitement that was prior a sound of disappointment. Losing in the sectional finals was devastating, but it motivated me in the off season. Coaches always say “we can learn from this loss” and I never took it seriously. Our failure set us up for more success than imagined.
The second game of the season, Barton College in North Carolina came down to look at the Byrnes Lady Rebels Varsity lacrosse team. I was the only one out of seniors, juniors, and sophomores that they wanted. I really could not believe it. I was already getting looked at by colleges my ninth grade year. The feeling was overwhelming
The lacrosse game Last Saturday I went to my first ever lacrosse game in Ithaca, New York. The game was played between the college teams Albany Great Danes and Cornell Big Red. I had been invited by friends, and of course I wanted to go. I knew nothing about lacrosse before the game but now I’d almost consider myself a professional.
The last four years of my high school career have flew by, especially my Girard soccer career. Many memories were made throughout my career from making playoffs my sophomore year to playing my last soccer game on senior night. The endeavor of striving to make playoffs for the first time since the 90’s. I knew after playing my very last soccer game, that I contributed to something that was outstanding for this program. That’s something that I will remember for the rest of my life.
Bam, the runner hit the ball. She dropped the bat and ran to first base. Safe, she kept on running to second. As I watched her run I realize she wasn’t stopping at second, or third. Rounding third base, she sprinted to home plate.
GAME CHANGER Boom,the ball went flying. All my life I have loved and will always love baseball. I started playing when I was two years old. Ever since I 've been playing I have always wanted to do two things, hit a grandslam and rop a home run hit. “Today is the day,” is what I keep saying to myself.
I’m a first generation american on my father's side and second generation on my mothers. In large part, who I am today, is a direct reflection of them immigrating to this country. I learned hard work, determination, and commitment through stories they shared with me about the lives they built when they arrived to America. I’m proud of my roots and the legacy that my parents and grandparents have instilled in me and much of who I am today is a reflection of their own hard work.
Chapter one: The Usual —Laura sighed as she wiped the small drips of sweat off her forehead. She had been on her feet since 9 am and it was currently 6:45 pm, her shift was going to end in fifteen minutes. Laura had waited all day for him to arrive and order his usual, but for some odd reason he hadn't shown up yet. She figured he had found another coffee shop where he wouldn't have to see her face. She took a deep breath and held it in for a few seconds.
Sweat was dripping down my face, you could feel the tension in the air as both teams seemed to stare each other down. The game was drawing to a close as we set up our offense a couple more times. These last few plays would determine the game. The last quarter of the game commenced.
I along with my family moved to Canada in 2004, this was the biggest and happiest day of my life. I had great expectations for my future; since living in Pakistan, I understood that Canada was a land of opportunity. Unfortunately, due to the earthquake in Pakistan on October 8th , 2005, we had to move back to Pakistan since we had lost members of our family as well. The move back to Pakistan at that devastating time was very hard for myself and my family. My father enrolled me to a school in Pakistan since we were going to live there now.
CRACK! My volleyball team and I were playing a game at practice. It had been a hard-hitting day of conditioning so our coach told us to loosen up by playing a game. The point of the game was to bump, set, and spike with only 3 people on the court. Everything was going smoothly until we did a rotation and I was setter, I was very anxious to be setter because I normally don’t set.
Middle (Rising Action): (I’m making lunch)-I’m starting to make our delicious lunch, and my son Grover asks me excitedly “What are you serving up today ma?”. I reply happily “Chicken with mashed potatoes with hopefully non-dusty gravy, lightly salted peppers and hopefully again,no bulky milk.” “That sounds great! I hope our lunch will be healthy and in tip-top shape.” Grover responded in a hopeful tone.
In my lifetime, I haven’t had the best of luck when it comes to injuries. For example I’ve been burnt a few times, had many cuts and bruises, even had my head split open but one injury that always sticks in my mind is when I almost broke my jaw. It was about 8/9 years ago and I was at a wedding, everything was going well, the day was lovely the newlyweds and their guest were happy including me until the agonising moment occurred. I was on the dance floor with my sister Kameryn and our friend Chloe, when they decided to take off their shoes and return to the floor and me being the child that I was I copied them, then they both decided to twirl, again I copied but I didn’t work out as well for me as it did for Kameryn and Chloe.
Reflective Essay I think overall, Micronarrative was a very successful studio, where I was able to not only create amazing works, but I also refined my skills, learnt a lot about the theory side of motion graphics and had a lot of fun while doing it. The course had the perfect mix of theory and practical work to help prepare us for the assignments which we would be working on. I honestly, really enjoyed being part of the Micronarrative team, especially having Rebecca as a teacher, who is very knowledgeable as well as understanding and really helps to motivate and push her students to produce the best work that they possibly can. I do not regret my decision of picking this studio over the others.
