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around 20 feet from the endzone. Immediately when I came downwith the frisbee, I had my eyes locked in on my father. He was wide-open, cutting across the end-zone, so I threw him a good enough backhand that was caught for the score and the win. We were both smiling after that play because he knew that there was only one person that I was looking at throughout the entire play, no matter if he was wide-open or double-teamed. My transition from NYC to Paris has been challenging but productive in many areas such as friendships and school. However, sports is unique as it provides an opportunity to create new friendships, have fun, and provide a distraction from my school work. A couple months in, and I am pleased with the adjustments that I have been able to make, and the changes I will be able to make moving forward.

Awaking in New York

Curtains forcing their will against the wind, children sleep, exchanging dreams with seraphim. The city drags itself awake on subway straps; and I, an alarm, awake as a rumor of war, lie stretching into dawn, unasked and unheeded.

Maya Angelou