It was the fourth quarter; there was one minute left, and the Fighting Ducks had to drive ninety five yards to win the game. Their star quarterback, Jake Little, was the farthest thing from his last name. He was a six six two, hundred ten pound true passer. Jake had been in this position before not too long ago. It was the state championship, and he was down by three; they needed a touchdown to win the game. Jake jogged out onto the field, prepared to conquer the challenge and win the game. He hiked the ball on first down as if the world was in slow motion. He looked up once the ball was in his hand and saw his star wide receiver, Tyler, wide open down field. He threw the ball up; Tyler caught it, and was tackled at the other 35. Jake forgot there was only 45 seconds left on the clock and took his time getting down the field. There were only five seconds left when he spiked the ball and the kicker was forced to win the game. The kicker went on the field and let it go. It was up in the air for what felt like twenty seconds and it went wide right. Jake had lost them the game.

It was the first day of Freshman year, and it was scarier than anything that Emily had experienced before. She was by herself, and had no one to provide for her or care for her. Emily knew that if she kept to herself she would never enjoy college for what it truly was; she made it a goal to interact with as many people as possible, to not be the same person she was in high school. Emily walked up the steps to her hall and took a deep breath before she entered the class. As soon as she walked in, it seemed as if she had turned to ice. There were one hundred fifty people in the class and they were all looking at her. It turned out that Emily was a half an hour late and had missed the introduction to the class. The fear was still there, but she knew that she had to move; she knew that if her mother found out she didn't attend her first college class she would be dead. So Emily walked to the only open seat in the front of the class, almost as if it was set up. Emily sat down and realized that she had no clue what the teacher was talking about. The whole class had already started a lesson, and Emily knew that she would never recover. She did the best she could, but by the end of the class she only had half of the notes. She had to talk to someone; the person to her right seemed like the best option. She looked and recognized her from the dorm she was living in. She talked to her, became friends, and eventually got the notes as planned before her late arrival. Emily learned two things that day: double check your schedule, and talking to people isnt that scary.