When I was in 6th grade I tried out for O.V.A. (volleyball) for the first time. From doing it I learned that when you put your heart into something you will accomplish it. Me and my friend walked into the volleyball courts and we all tense. When all 70 of us girls were playing there were coached walking around with clipboards and examining us. We all tried very hard for the four days that tryouts were and we were all glad that tryouts were over. At school we were all checking the website for the teams because we were all so anxious to know what the teams were going to be. Finally, at the end of the day, they posted the team's. It turned out that all of us made one of the three team’s that there were. We were all very eager for the
I new that I could become good if I just tried the sport and I told myself this quote from the story and it said “...keep at it.” So I did at the end of the year I was ranked number two out of everyone in the school. I focused and at the end of the year I also realized that I was in love with the
He knew it was going to be a no excuses to lose to weather and it was going to be a good day for fans to watch football tonight. He had met with Kyle Cannon who was the quarterback for the team and a running back on the team named Dion Gordon;
The first day of tryouts came around and I woke up that morning shaking with excitment and shear nervousness. I ate my bagel and chocolate milk, (a pregame ritual of mine) laced up my cleats, and was on my way. The second I got to the field I knew I was in for a long day. Most of the guys were double my size and looked like they were professionals. After a few days of the long, hard, and grueling tryout process the coaches posted the team on their website. When I saw my name wasn't on the list I felt spiteful, angry, even a little ashamed with myself. I knew I deserved a spot on that team and I was determined to claim it.
It was early October in my 5th grade year when Mr. Uptmor came to my school. Mr. Uptmor was a teacher at Oak Grove West and he was the girl’s basketball coach. He came to Oak Grove East to talk to us about trying out for the team. I had been playing since I was little, so immediately I knew I wanted to tryout. He told us all about times, dates, and skills he thought it would be beneficial for us to have. I took a flyer and after school showed it to my mom. She told me that only practicing would help me make the team and that I should talk to my sister and ask her to help me. My sister and I practiced everyday after school up until the point of the tryout.
I had such a great day at clinical yesterday. I was finally able to see a vaginal delivery and that entire process. When I arrived in the morning, the mom had just received Cytotec, to help induce labor and ripen her cervix. She was forty-one weeks and zero. Around ten thirty in the morning, she asked for her epidural to manage her pain. We bolused her with fifteen hundred milliliters of lactated ringers to prevent hypotension. Shane was the certified registered nurse anesthesiologist (CRNA) who administered the epidural. It was very cool watching him administer all the needed pain relief medication before he administered the epidural to make sure that it would be placed in the epidural space in the spine. Then administered a small test dose, waited till a few blood pressures were taken, then administered the remaining about through an epidural pump. After the epidural was administered, I was able to administer her foley catheter. I was so happy that I was finally able to place one. I learned a few tricks from Maura (my nurse) as well. She taught me that it was easier to take the top off of the lubricant syringe and to place the tip of the foley inside of the syringe, that way it will not wiggle around and become unsterile. She also taught me to grab from the bottom of the labia and pull up, that way it ensures that I will have a clear entrance to
Her father’s words echoed through her head as one might hear a reverberation throughout the Taj Mahal. Continuous. Chilling. Having no control to distill the wavelengths until they mellowed out on their own accord. She tried to anatomize the depth of his phrase, more than dutifully needed but Davina needed to know why. Why did she need to keep an open mind and more importantly, who the hell was about to come bursting through that door. But then again, did it really matter in the first place. When she thought about it, the brunette could have laughed at the idea. That an unattributed, faceless figure had her panties in a bunch. Surely Dominic wouldn’t think to waste her time with venial diversions,
Seventh grade I played in the gym only but every time a coach looked I played my best if I had the ball. When it came to tryouts I tried my best, but when the results were posted I didn’t make it. But a after lunch 3 on 3 tournament was about to happen and I was put on a team a very bad team to add that. I did not care because for the first time in a while now I get to play semi for real. I was happy once again
Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.
My first week went really well! I was definately both nervous and excited on the first day. I was nervous because I wasn't sure how the clinic would run and I quickly learned that it is a very fast paced clinic. My CI sees patients every 15 minutes and he is both the only PT there and the owner of the clinic. I have been learning a lot about PT treatments as well as the buisness side of the PT clinic. He has a lot of PT aides that help with exercises and setting patients up with ice and stim ect. The fast paced clinic was definately something I had to get used to. I was a little overwhelmed when we would just start with a patient and a new patient would walk in the door. However, there is a very good flow in the clinic and everyone is always
In sixth grade, at Troy Middle School we were able to tryout for volleyball and I used it as a joke. First of all I wasn’t serious about it as the years progressed so did my determination and drive to play the sport I love. I started playing club learning all the techniques; each year of middle school I kept getting cut from the team. My heart was broken I
“Casey, your group needs to do the stunt one more time!” coach said imprudently. It happened March 26, 2015; it was at the end of a two hour practice. During the summer months in South Georgia, it is utterly hot and humid, especially in our cheer gym (a warehouse with no air conditioner); it only has two heavy-duty fans and a roll-up door. With this in mind, my group became slightly irritated. Everyone was exhausted; nevertheless we still had to do the stunt anyway.
As a freshman, I wanted to explore my options in high school so I attended some of the clubs and meetings for sports. After searching for some time, I couldn't find anything that fit me. Spring came around and I heard volleyball tryouts coming soon. My family was really into the game so they motivated me to try out. When the day came around, I went to the tryouts. At first, we warmed up and did some drills. After about 20 minutes, we got into the more vigorous parts of volleyball, which is pin point hitting and passing. I thought it was a successful day. I made the team and from that moment I knew I wanted to continue and get better because it was something new and exciting. It became an important aspect in my life.
As any other young boy, my dad had interests and hobbies; some hobbies stuck while other interests didn’t. Some of these hobbies consisted of boxing, football, fishing and watching movies, and as he got older, fixing each and every house he has lived in where he got stationed.
Four years ago I decided to play volleyball. In 7th grade after one season of club I knew I was ready to tryout for the middle school team. Little did I know the competition I was up against and the rude awakening that was coming my way. One September day after school about 40 other girls and I loaded the activity bus for the Apex Community Center. As we rode the nerves floated through the air. Even with the bus windows cracked, a cloud of anxiety remained.
Eye opening moments are far and few between. In that one moment, your entire perspective shatters and you realize that what you thought you knew, you didn 't know at all. After the suicide of my best friend, I realized how dangerous addiction could be, but I still couldn 't fully understand it. I went two years after his death constantly wondering what he really experienced. Talking to our mutual friends, his little sister, and his parents reminded me of how kind and happy Conner had been. Not until I started working in mental health awareness did I begin to learn what it is really like to be at war with something so out of your control from someone I never would have expected.