Girl with a One-Track Mind

I have never taken interest in track and field. Never in my mind have i thought that i would be joining track and field on my junior year. But when feeling the wind it’s like if you had wings. When running your surrounded by air the only things you hear are “WHOoooooo” of a melody. Inside of my mind i thought that track and field will be an easy sport that does not require lots of physical fitness. WRONG! It does require physical fitness and endurance. The first day of practice was nerve…

to see if they are prepared for college. Research says that boys and girls are tested to see who is more prepared for college. Through research boys are the ones who are more prepared than girls, but not in all subjects because they are strong in math, science, and technology. “In this study, more boys (52.57%) were college-ready in math as…

Levi the Poet released Correspondence (a fiction) in November of 2014, and it is a completely fictional album in which each track tells a different part of the same story. The resulting unity throughout the tracks makes the album more powerful than other works he has produced in that the themes are explored across more tracks and thus are developed more deeply. Additionally, it is possible to become emotionally attached to the characters as the listener follows the journey of love and hope…

skipping a grade. Missing out on all sports available in seventh grade is definitely at the top of my list of regrets. When I tried joining sports in eighth grade, such as basketball, the coaches and girls already knew who they expected to play where, and there was no room for a scrawny, awkward girl like myself. I also tried my luck in volleyball instead of following my gut and joining cross country. Back in eighth grade my idea of a long run was two miles, and this would soon…

apprehensive uproar. “Surely it’s going to give way,” one voice said, waveringly. “Who cares… we’re all going to die anyways,” another retorted direly. Many doleful comments followed, but Elise couldn’t bear it anymore. Shoving her way to the spot closest to the splintering plank of wood, Elise took a shaky breath. Normally she was a very rational person, but as they say: desperate times call for desperate measures. Driving all consequences to the back of her mind, Elise began to claw at the…

I was supposed to leave during 5th period to go on the bus for Track and Field prelims, but instead went straight home after school ended. The race was at a late time towards the evening. I thought that I didn't need to go on the bus, because there was so much time I had before my race even started. Plus anyways, my 5th period was a computer class which I was behind on a few of the assignments, so I certainly didn't want to leave that class early. When I got home, I told my dad to drive me…

their lives. Jig, the girl, is pregnant and her boyfriend, called the American, wants her to have an abortion. Each symbol represents the two ways the couple can go and their struggle to make a decision with which both parties will be happy. The most obvious symbol in this story are the white hills which, according to Jig, look like white elephants. On one hand white elephants are rare but on the other hand they are also a burden. The white elephant symbolizes something no one wants – in this…

“You’re good, for a girl I mean.” My friend Isaiah exclaimed when I beat his friend Austin to the ball and scored. Last summer, I played soccer at camp with my friends. I dribbled and ran my hardest, and I could outplay almost every guy there. However, when Isaiah told me this, it hurt my feelings for a while. He seemed surprised that a girl could have such aggression and skill. Therefore, he had to include my gender in his compliment, even though I was good for a person of any gender at my age.…

The killer was seeking people right in front of everyone but no one noticed. So Duncan wanted to find…

four-foot tall fifth grade girls sporting clunky running shoes and skyscraper high ponytails framed by neon headbands. I sneakily glance at them while wiping my sweaty hands onto my bright blue t-shirt and sparkly leggings donning my school colors. Behind us, the high-pitch cheers from the spectators of the annual All Island Track Meet ring through my ears. Every year, fifth graders from the three elementary schools in our district flock to the local high school track vying for the revered title…