March 28, 2008
It was raining when we caught the train at the station in Fort Washington. It was only a light rain, and it was the middle of August, so it wasn’t too bad. My friend Mike and I met up with two other kids at the train station then joined up with three more girls when [...]
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“Step it up!” I yelled to my teammates as the first half drew closer to ending with every second. I didn’t want another 0-0 tie like last game, so I was determined to win or at least score a goal. Our defense stole the ball from Methacton’s top forward and sent it to Tyler at [...]
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It is beyond any doubt the most prestigious climb in cycling. Standing high at 3330 meters, Alpe d’Huez runs for 13.8 kilometers with 21 hairpin turns and an average incline gradient of 8.1%.
My dad had been talking about this vacation for months. He just couldn’t wait. My dad’s been an avid cycling fan his entire [...]
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March 26, 2008
My alarm goes off at 7:30, every Sunday morning. I roll out of bed, brush my teeth and wash my face. I put on the same black collared shirt and khakis. I brush my hair, eat a cereal bar and off I go to work. Every Sunday morning I sit at the same red [...]
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March 24, 2008
The fire’s lit and we’re all sitting around it watching our S’mores slowly roast. It’s summer Zach, Julia, Amy and I are waiting for summer to end. Waiting to start our freshman year at the high school. Darren sits laughing at us, telling us we’ll soon be wishing high school never started. We roast S’mores [...]
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It’s 4:30 in the morning; my phone vibrates to wake me up. My body screams in protest. Why am I getting up this early, I mentally ask myself as I stumble to the bathroom. Oh right, to see the sunrise, what a genius I am. I flick on the bathroom light, momentarily blinded by the [...]
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