Slow motion

Slow-Motion I’ve had many accidents in my lifetime, but nothing such as this. Sure I’ve fallen, tripped, broke the same ankle twice, had stitches on my lower lip, jammed my middle finger, had a guy land on me while he was crowd surfing and he punched me in the face, but those accidents paled in comparison. Car accidents will always be more than anything that you’ve been through. Okay, I lied, death and watching my grandfather die from Alzheimer’s could beat that. But in this moment, nothing could

aesthetic film, Friday Night Lights, focuses on the persuasion of emotions. In the film’s Pony Excess and Friday Night Lights, realist and formalist aesthetics are conveyed through the fundamentals of a film, which are collision sound, fast and slow motion, real people, and on camera interviews to portray the reality and inner connection of a movie. One of the key elements in a film is nailing the affection of a particular sound to the audience during a scene. In most formalist film’s there are

enjoy the thrill, but there is no thrill like hunting. The rush of seeing the majestic beasts glide through the woods is an experience that few know and many never experience. The adrenaline pushes of pulling the trigger and seeing the arrow fly in slow motion as it streaks through the air is one the most exhilarating things that can be experienced, but hunting is not easy and that can’t be seen more through my first experience crossbow hunting. Shooting a deer is not the only great part of hunting, breathing

enjoy the thrill, but there is no thrill like hunting. The rush of seeing the majestic beasts glide through the woods is an experience that few know and many never experience. The adrenaline pushes of pulling the trigger and seeing the arrow fly in slow motion as it streaks through the air will leave your heart pumping faster than anything else, but hunting is not easy and that can’t be seen more through my first experience crossbow hunting. My stand is cockeyed in the corner of a woods that sits next

impossibly slow today. The walk to language arts felt painful. Every step I took was in slow motion. My feet pounded on the ground and seemed to echo in my ears. At last, when I reached the classroom door, time seemed to start again. Without thinking, I saw my friends and went to sit down. “Oh my gosh!” Katie exclaimed “Are you going to the lock in tonight.” “Yes!” I practically sang. “I’m so excited-” Before I could say more, class started. Instantaneously time started moving in slow motion

eyes that glared out the window with the unruliest hair you could ever imagine. As we stopped at our final red light before our destination, we both witnessed an extremely bad car wreck. It was one of those car wrecks that seem to happen in slow motion, so slow that you can almost scream “Watch out!”. All of a sudden, the women that I viewed as my ordinary suburban mom dashed out of our warm van to face the crisp, windy weather. That day she risked her life to save another. She was able to keep the

things more easily.     One of my favorite classes was the slow-motion walk day. I did not know what to expect at all. I thought I would be bored and not have a good time at all. The opposite happened, even before the whole protester debacle, it was so entertaining to experience everyday life at that pace. I hope that I will have the time over break to do this activity again. I want everyone I know to experience the feeling of slow motion, so

“Side out, side out!” “You got this!” The crowd’s roaring chant is a broken record on full blast. All of a sudden, my ears deafen and my heart races. My hands are moist and my throat is dry. Perspiration slowly trails down my face as I glance at the red and blue scoreboard. The score reads 12-13. My team, Beach Vibes 14-1 has been going back and forth with Texas team, Magic 14-1 for more than an hour. Both teams won one set, and now Magic is in the lead by one point. This is such a long and exhausting

When we get to that final number, 16, it’s time to move. We are all making sure step off on the left foot. Left, left, left i’m repeating to myself and the newcomers. When we get to that final move 16, it seems like we’re moving to our spots in slow motion. We are coming up to our spots then… We have been practicing since July 31st. We all came in ready to work, and accomplish the end goal, make it to state. State is every high school band’s dream. To get to state, you have to go to competitions.

2AC Paper #2: Personal Narrative Pain is a funny thing. Sometimes it strikes suddenly, a lightning strike in a quiet blue sky. It tears through you and for a few seconds you cannot breathe; cannot think. This was different. This pain was patient and slow. It crept up on me; starting as just an annoying dull ache in my hip. Gradually growing confidence, steadily growing until the roar of the pain became so loud, I could not focus on anything else. But I was stubborn. I told myself I could push through