Fans slowly forced their way out of the stands, with mobs of people cramming their way into the stairwells. As the Navy football team’s shouts of victory rang throughout the stadium, the message to be a faithful fan and experience different things, despite the inconveniences, also rang loud and
The day did improve, somewhat, as it went on and everyone was quickly enjoying themselves again as we attended the women’s Gopher game to watch my older cousin, Taylor, play. Throughout the game, I could still sense the agitation between Alex, my dad, I, as we covered up the awkward silences by burying our noses in our phones in between the periods. To end the afternoon on a high note, the Gophers played an outstanding game and beat Wisconsin in overtime. We all left the stadium in high spirits, reminiscing over the great plays and unforgettable overtime goal. At the same time, we were exhausted from a long day and ready to head home and watch the girl’s State Tournament championship game.
“This has got to be a freshman game attendance record,” my teammates said. Our coach was even astonished, “I have never seen this building so packed.” I immediately stopped the drill I was doing and just watched. My eyes lit up wider than a kid in a candy shop who just received his allowance. Then the noise began to rattle the PIT into an environment of bedlam.
My family and I were in Ohio visiting family when we got the news that my uncle had tickets available for us so that we could go to the game. We left early on Sunday morning with a plan of seeing a quality football game. However, there one thing that would this more difficult than we had hoped. It was a cold day in Kansas City, and it started to ran as we came in.
In early September my family and I took a trip up to State College, Pennsylvania for the Rutgers Penn State game. Even though it was not the outcome I wanted for my Scarlet Knights, we still had a great time. Just being there for only a couple minutes, I quickly learned that when you travel for an away game with your desired sports team, you are going to feel like the minority. Kickoff was at eight o’clock in the evening, so that meant my day started at eleven in the morning in “Happy Valley.”
Last year, my US History teacher told me something interesting about our society that plopped me at the beginning of the path that led me to choosing to apply to Ross Business School. My teacher told my class that during the cold war, in all the movies and TV shows, the villain in the movie was always a Russian. He had a thick accent, a fur coat, and missiles ready to send at the push of a button. When the cold war ended and the Vietnam War began, the Vietnamese were portrayed as the enemies in pop culture, and after 9/11, the villains were always terrorists. But now, after numerous scandals like the BP oil spill and Wall Street antics, the villains in movies and TV shows tend to be evil, white businessmen.
Goal Number One I didn’t know it yet, but the way I viewed the game of lacrosse was about to change drastically. It was a normal day for me. I was in eighth grade, and I was getting ready for school.
My whole life long, I have been trying to find a place where I can truly fit in. I have also been worried about what I would do when I grew up. I was torn between my passion for horses and my passion for performing. There was no way I could give up one for the other, so I searched the net for Christian colleges that had majors in both equine studies and vocal performance and there it appeared: Asbury University. It was manna from Heaven.
It is homecoming weekend at Southeast Missouri State University. Students fill their coolers with drinks and snacks, grab their lawn chairs and start making their way towards the tailgate. Everyone is getting pumped up for the big game. It comes time for the game and the stadium begins to be filled with students and parents ringing their cow bells. As the crowd calms the game starts.
The summer going into my Junior year of high school, I started volunteering at a retirement community called The Legacy down the road. I helped out by playing games with residents, talking to them, and helping with the weekly socials where we serve treats like pie and ice cream. Not many of my friends understood why I would take the time out of my day and spend it at The Legacy. To answer their question, it is because many of the residents at The Legacy do not have family nearby and have not seen their children, sisters, brothers, etc. in many years, so even a simple conversation with them can really brighten their day.
Today is the big day. The cross country meet. It’s finally wrap up and i heard the all call for all the Cross Country kids to go and get ready. Me and couple of other kids get out of our seats and leave the classroom. We quickly get ready and head for the buses.
As a child I was incredibly curious. One year, at Christmas time, my grandmother gave me a book called Big Book of Why. At the time I didn’t realize how annoying I must have been, always asking why or how to any random fact my elders told me. However I’m glad I was such a nuisance because without that book I would have not had such an enjoyable introduction to reading. Without the Big Book of Why I would have never fallen in love with words at such an early age.
Taking my very first steps into the United States at 10 years old, I naïvely thought that becoming an immigrant only meant enduring a bumpy plane ride. I was a boy, unaware of the challenging events that would significantly impact my life. Disguised in those events though, were valuable lessons that taught me about overcoming the tides of change. My first time attending a class in the United States, my heart dropped at finding out how significantly behind I was in the curriculum. Compounding to my feeling of alienation and discouragement, were many classmates that found it fun to mock me for my appearance and how I spoke.
My First College Football Game Clemson vs. NC State was the first college football game I had ever gone to; I remember how excited I was to watch Clemson beat NC State. My step sister Emmaline was a student at Clemson obtained six free tickets that would normally cost five-hundred dollars. My family and I had just driven four hours to watch our favorite football team compete. I expected Clemson to win with ease and was thrilled to finally see them play. Little did I know that it would be filled with new experiences, intense moments, and even become a yearly family tradition.
College is a place where students learn more than a particular subject. A student has a chance to learn more about himself or herself, as well as others by discovering their strengths and weaknesses, thinking critically, and communicating effectively. A few weeks after starting my first term, I found out that I am one-fourth of the way to my degree with 29 credits that transferred from colleges in Arizona. It is now time for a plan of
