Bench

Basketball has changed my life in many ways. I love to play recreation basketball. My coach helps me get better by doing drills. I was taught that practice makes perfect. I practiced every day after school with my friends. Coach also pushed me to be the best I can. We run a ton at practice, because coach says it will discipline us. We hate to run at practice. He made us run until we couldn’t anymore. Suicides was the worst. We run up and down to the bottom of the key 12 times each. This made…

Sitting in the confines of the Miller's Ale House in Tallahassee, I positioned myself in perfect position: on the outside seat of the long, wood bench seat in perfect view of the matchup between the undefeated Green Bay Packers -- my team -- and the San Diego Chargers. In closer proximity was my feast. Nachos piled high with cheese, sour cream, jalapenos, chicken and salsa; cheese curds, a Wisconsin favorite and a tall glass of Angry Orchard hard cider. I set my self up dressed in my old-school…

Narrative Nonfiction From a small child until now, he knew and learned how to succeed because of the leadership and guidance that was provided each and every day of his (my dad) life. He was raised by his mother, father and, a great deal of help from Gaga. (Gaga=grandmother) As a child he would spend most of his childhood with his older brother dwayne and sister sandy outside.”In fact we forced to go outside every day. We could not spend any time in the house.” He also had played a ton of…

mother stayed, and rests there. Physically being in the location that her mother once was soothes Lily. Another method that Lily uses is imagining her mother being in various room in the house. She sees her “Sitting with her skirt spread over the piano bench. Kneeling beside Our Lady. Studying the recipe collection that May clipped from magazines” (175). She wants to feel her mother being present in her life.…

infuriating, as they only worsen the overall issue of homeless. There is no remote attempt made to end homelessness, if anything, it elongates the time a person will stay homeless. For example, say a homeless person named Bob decided to sleep on a public bench because there is no extra room available at the local shelter. If spotted, he would have to pay a fine. But, he has no money, in which case he will be arrested. The problem that now arises is taxpayers and the government must pay more…

I heard a satisfying click as I secured my boots to my snowboard. The wind ripped at my back while I stood at the peak of the hill, overlooking the lodge. I took a deep breath and pushed off the bench. My snowboard glided effortlessly across the soft white snow, and I came upon the edge and drifted over it. Suddenly, the wind blasted my face as I sped down the hill. The grind of my board against the rough ice below the thin layer of powdery snow was delightfully crisp as I veered left and right…

feels the full force of the negligence and abandonment. Quickly becoming dehumanized in the wake of their deaths, "the Lisbon girls [become] a symbol of what was wrong with the country," and the town does not know how to react besides "[donating] a bench,"…

on the snow crunching beneath it and then Jamie sadly looked down. Jamie got up and slowly walked home, his head hung low as his feet were nearly dragging on the ground under him. As he approached his home his mother saw him sitting outside on the bench looking closely at his grandfather's gun. “You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to you know..”…

The Holocaust Museum The site I chose was The KSU Museum of History and Holocaust Education (KSU Exhibit), which is located in Kennesaw, Georgia on Kennesaw State University campus. This Museum was opened in 2003. The KSU memorial was established to present programs and exhibitions on WW2 and the Holocaust. This museum was put in place to educate people on the Holocaust. What I found interesting is that when you go to this one site exhibit you will meet men and woman who have survived the…

Tonight is the night before the night of my Cross Country meet, and piles of homework cover my cluttered desk. My watch displays the time as 10:11 P.M., and I sigh deeply knowing that I have no choice but to shove the loose papers and binders into my backpack. I finished my before bed routine, and crawl underneath my covers. With the guilt of knowing I will not reach eight hours of sleep tonight, I force my brain to shut down, and darkness envelopes me. The next day drags on and soon find…