The Crowd Roars

It all came down to thirty-two final minutes, a culmination of tedious hours, days, weeks, and months to prepare for thirty-two more sixties. My journey during those months was something incredible; that voyage resulted in the most significant learning experience I have encountered. February 14th, 2015, the day of love and romance, yet my day was marked with anger, pain, and grief. Destiny Christian’s third consecutive state championship basketball game against Providence Academy in my high school

ground and hear the swish of the ball going through the net. A sense of hopelessness had come over me and I knew I could no longer go back to the game, it was pointless to even try. *** I see my father in the bleachers cheering with pride as the crowd roars with excitement. Cold stone sweat rolls down my face from the scorching dry air. The intense pressure on both teams for the championship has forced the players to tighten their defense. The screeching sound of the whistle breaks the tension between

The Roar of the Crowd The atmosphere of a professional team’s stadium is something you cannot experience anywhere else, as soon as you step onto campus you instantly feel the excitement of game day as thousands upon thousands of fans prepare to watch their team play today. As you take your seat and prepare for the legendary tunnel walk you join in with the roar of the crowd. All of my life I have always been a huge fan of the Nebraska Cornhuskers, they are a college football team located in

The roar of the crowd

The Secret Life of Aiden Sneed Let's just start out by clarifying that I am not normal. I am partly normal it’s just I just drift off a lot. By that I mean I just start to daydream in the middle of nowhere. Like one time I was just sitting there in the middle of class and then all of a sudden the roof was ripped off by Godzilla. Then Godzilla started speaking in a high pitched woman’s voice. It sounded like my teacher,”Aiden, Aiden do your work.” That is just one example of my daydreams.

student body as part of the 12th Man helped me to understand the traditions and commitment of the original 12th man as he stood on the sidelines. It is this sense of loyalty to the 12th Man that makes every Aggie fan proud when they hear the roar of the crowd. Aggies say that they have seen their team win and lose, but none have ever seen them quit. This is the same when it comes to the Texas Aggies, and part of what makes Texas A&M so special. My ticket to the Aggie experience actually started

sort of mysterious. When the XFR meets the Benz, BMW, and Audi, the music starts to take a turn for a more dramatic yet still suspenseful, the music builds more anticipation until the climax when the XFR "roars" and scares the other cars away. Speaking of the "roar", the engine "roars" to give the Jaguar an extremely aggresive presence, more aggresive than the other 3 cars. This is to make the XFR seem more exclusive and special than its more traditional rivals. Jaguar has a lot of work

difficulty as leader of the National Guard as on the 15th October 1789 a large crowd of mostly women marched to Versailles in response to food shortages. The crowd gathered outside the palace and as Louis refused to move to Paris, the crowd broke into the palace. Lafayette intervened in the situation and escorted the royal family to the balcony of the palace. As the unpopular Marie Antoinette appeared on the balcony large roars

The lion and a gladiator A sharp stinging pain wakes the mighty lion from his prolonged slumber. He roars with a a deadly anguish and vows to kill the fool who awakened him. He sees the knobbly grey stone with a dribble of warm Crimson coloured blood roll back towards the thrower. He stalks the stone back towards the thrower and lauches himself at the human devil. But, all he catches is the cold steel cage that contains him in the hell hole. The man laughs and throws another at the beast, getting

the sight. It seemed that everyone within the vicinity of Dale had squeezed themselves into the stands erected beyond the city gates to watch the much-anticipated tournament. Bard stepped out into the arena, his longbow in hand, and the crowd let up a great roar of approval through which it was still possible to discern the voices of each of his children. The King of Dale acknowledged his people and guests with a humble inclination of his head and then prepared to cast the first