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by Scot McAtee

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

  Identifying our friendship through words,

  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

  Michael Sundy

  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.

 

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