ABC POEM
Michael Sundy
All together we work as one
Being the group we should be
Connected by our own literary works
Deciding how to put it all together
Everyone with a say in the decision
Finding our true abilities within the writing
Getting the satisfaction we deserve
Having friends we didn’t think we’d have
Justified by how we write
Killing away all the standards
Letting the friendship grow
Memories being created
Never forgetting them ever
Opening up to our friends without fear
Pouring out to them through our words
Quickly knowing we’re safe with them
Reminding each other that we can
Secured in friendship
Treating each other fairly
Utilizing the advice given
Visioning what we could write in the future
Writing as one group alone
Xerarch to the class
Yearning to be the best writer
Zeroing in on how to do it together.
Bicycle kick goal
It was my first official Varsity soccer game ever during my sophomore year. My freshman year I was only on JV which only made me strive for Varsity. I already knew I wasn’t going to play as much in the varsity games because I was new and I didn’t have the talent to perform as well as the starting XI.
The “pump up” before each game is almost always the same; music, terrible dancing to funny songs, and trash talking the other team. This happens before every game on the bus ride to away games. The build up before each game is ALWAYS needed.
We played the Rossville soccer team that day and they were always an easy target. They were never a good soccer team. In previous years we would beat them by at least six goals to zero. This game though turned out to be an enormous blow out.
During the first half of the game we had already scored five goals and we had shown no signs of letting up. Usually when we are winning by a great amount of goals Coach Painter puts in his non-starting Varsity players to see what they can produce for the team. Coach looked at me and called my name. I was going to be in the game.
6 goals in I was going into the game. It was an amazing feeling to be in my first varsity game. A few moments go by when Jon Blankman kicks the ball from behind half all the way to me. I was in front of the 18 yard box when the ball came to me. The ball hit off of my thigh and on to the ground. I then kicked the ball back up into the air and it was above me. Leaping into the air I swung the foot I jumped with at the ball. It was a miracle had actually hit the ball and not the defenders face behind me.
The crowd became lifeless and the moment seemed to last an eternity. The ball was moving slowly through the air and towards goal. When the goalie finally made an attempt to punch the ball away he missed the ball. I couldn’t believe it. He had actually missed the ball and I scored a bicycle kick. I ran to my teammates who were cheering me on after such a surprising goal. I was screaming like a girl and my voice was cracking with every scream I screamed.
The memory of the bicycle kick will forever be in my head as the best goal I have ever scored. I will see it every time I think of soccer and I will see it every time someone tries it.