Teammates

It’s pitch black there is a still calm in the air, you feel as if you are the only one on the entire campus up at this hour, then you see someone far off in the distance a faint shadow lurking toward you, and another walking right behind you, you say nothing, but you know that they are there to face the same destiny that you are. They are not an enemy, you look at them as friends, partners, someone to lean on or even a teammate, yes that’s it a teammate that’s what they are. As your slow walk begins to end you have only started what will certainly be a journey. Then it hits you, you begin with only slight movements nothing to vigorous, but you know that it is only the beginning. Your body is telling you that it can’t, it doesn’t want to, but you must, you have to go on. You are now beginning to slightly glisten, only the beginning of what will soon look like you have jumped under a water fall. The pace starts to increase and with it your heart begins to beat faster, you are still feeling as if you are half asleep, longing to lay back down in your bed, that in any other circumstance would be nothing but a hard uncomfortable mattress, but now it seems as if it would be like jumping into a marshmallow. Your legs are being stretched back and forth, back and forth. You can feel the agitation and pain from the pervious encounter. Now it’s your arms being twisted and pulled in all different directions and reliving the exhaustion from only a day ago. Now it really begins there is no going back now, your heart is pounding, you can feel it beating against your chest, screaming to jump out. You are sweating profusely, dripping from head to toe not a dry spot left on your shirt. It is almost over now you can see the light at the end of the tunnel just starting to creep in. Every muscle in your body has turned to mush. And with the rush that it started it is over. You gather with these what were once strangers, arranging in a circle bringing your hands in and hollering as if you enjoyed every minute of it. And with that you are gone, you re-step your walk back once again with what are maybe soldiers, maybe partners, maybe friends, but certainly a teammate.

Bob Devanie Sports Center

This weekend I was walking around down by memorial stadium enjoying the festivities of the Cornhusker game that would later take place that night. After I had been wondering for awhile I found myself down near the Bob Devaney Sports Center. The Bob Devaney Sports Center is where NU plays all of their men’s and women’s basketball games and is host to many other athletic events. As I was walking by here my mind was jostled into remembering many memories that I have from previous years at Devaney. While growing up me and my fellow classmates would journey to Lincoln for the highlight of our young basketball careers, we would come down and play in the MIT (Midwest Invitational Tournament). It was the biggest tournament we would play in each year, but the best part about it was that it was on the same weekend as the High School State Basketball Tournament. I loved it we made so many memories. We met so many different people through that week and had so many good times sitting in the bleachers of Devaney. As we grew older we started to come closer and closer to the moment when we would be in high school and hopefully make different memories at Devaney by playing there. Two years later our dreams had come true we were once again in Devaney for the State Tournament, but this time wearing a jersey instead of street clothes. It was amazing to play in front of all the people at a place that I had been going to ever since I was a little kid. It was an amazing feeling to know that some little kid was sitting up in the same section that we always used to sit in and he was looking down at us making new memories for themselves. It was such a rush to walk by a simple building, but be hit by so many memories and emotions.

Former Lincoln Stripper seekds new murder trial

Excitement, arousal, murder, alcohol, cheating and misinterpretations, what more could you want in a story? All the exciting and inspiring elements put into a good story are all in this article. The most life changing event to happen in your life is about to happen. You walk into the court room for a murder trial and the man that you rest your entire hope on is standing there in front of you. The power that this man holds is ridiculous you step back for a second and start to think about what the effects of this day could have on your life this man has the power to get you off the hook and lead you into a successful rest of your life, or he can lead you into the state pen for the rest of your life.
Once you have rejoined the rest of the court room you start to notice something, the man that holds the rest of your life in his hands is drunk! Not just a sip or two Bob Powers the attorney of stripper and convicted murderer, Andrea Morris, was stated to, “Have trouble walking.” The court workers also mentioned they could smell alcohol on his breathe, but failed to mention this to Morris, apparently thinking that it wasn’t a major detail in the court case. Morris is now demanding a new trial and rightfully so. How can an intoxicated man have the power to decide if a women is thrown into jail for the rest of her life or if she gets to walk the streets as a free women. On the other hand how can a women that was reported to be seen leaving the seen covered in blood even think she has half a chance at a new trial. I am no alcoholic expert, but I would be willing to guess that even if Mr. Powers was sober he still wouldn’t have been able to get her off the murder charges. Either way these two remarkable intelligent people made the Journal Star clinching their spot in moronic history.

Recap from the Zoo

Lions and Tigers and Bears, oh my! Actually I we didn’t view any of these animals during our visit to the Lincoln Zoo and I was very disappointed by this. I had never been to the Lincoln zoo. I have visited the Omaha zoo and was very impressed by it, so when we went through an entire zoo without even seeing the king of the jungle I didn’t know what kind of place they were trying to run here in Lincoln. I think the animals were very excited to see us, as we were to see them. The adventure started off by seeing a reindeer. Now this was no Comet, Donner, or even Rudolph, but he was a very impressive beast. I was captured by the elegance and grace that he presented himself with as he roamed about his cage. After his display of grace and strength there was no doubt in my mind on how Santa delivers all the presents on one single night. The journey continued with a stop at the turtles’ pin. These two young, agile, frisky critters were having the time of their lives. Sparks were flying, hearts were being joined as one, and love was in there air. It felt honored that I could witness such a pure love. I was saddened to see that the baboons were having some marital problems this past weekend. We witnessed the true description of a marriage, the male was attempting to have a good time and the female wasn’t in the mood. The male became very angry at us for watching his actions so we left them at peace to try and work their conflict out. As we ventured on we visited the camels, wild birds, a jaguar, and many other exotic animals, but there was one animal that I never imaged they would have at the zoo, it blew my mind. We even have them here on our very own campus of Nebraska Wesleyan. Squirrels, yes the Lincoln zoo had a very rare breed of squirrels. They appeared to look very similar to the ones that are taking over our campus. After our trip to the zoo I contacted the zoo keeper and told him that some of his squirrels had escaped all over the city, I’m sure he will get right on recapturing these wild animals so we can all sleep at peace once again.

Post I: Discourse Surrounding the Essay

“The Essay: and this is not a form of literary expression unfamiliar to me. I can remember being introduced to it. It was the opinions and observations of people I did not know, and their opinions and observations bore no relationship to my life as I lived it then.” Jamaica Kincaid “Resisting Definitions”

When I read this comment by Jamaica Kincaid I am reminded of a young child that is being stubborn and not willing to give anything a chance. It is very similar to the situation when a student would say to a teacher, “This is stupid, when am I ever going to use this.” This is the type of remark that Jamaica is making when referring to essays.

There are many things that at first glance appear to have no affect on your life, but when you take a step back and look at things again you realize the affect things can have on you. I encountered an experience similar to this when graduating for high school and beginning to make my way off to college. I was told, “College is a new experience and you will meet all different kinds of people, but the most important thing to remember is to be yourself.” At the time it seemed like just another person putting in their advice and wishing me good luck in school, but as I began to look back on it, it meant so much more. It reminded me of a poem I have framed entitled, “The Man in the Mirror,” it states that in the end he is the only one you must be happy with. This poem gives all kinds of deep inspiring advice and it comes from a person I have never seen, talked to and will never meet, but it has a huge impact on my life. The poem gives you an image of a wise old man sitting in his rocker reminiscing on his life and revealing the secrets of life with his grandchildren. That is what an essay should do it should have an enormous impact on your life even if you know that you will never see this person or maybe you don’t even agree with them, but it should make you challenge something, make you wonder.

The imagery that an essay should portray is monumental in being successful. It should take you to a certain place in time; give you a certain feeling deep down in your gut. Only then will you know if you have a successful piece of writing. Essays are nothing more than a person sharing their thoughts with anyone who is willing to read them, but you can learn a lot from other peoples thoughts and that is why I disagree with Jamaica’s statement about the writers opinions having no relevance to her life.