8th Grade Narrative

The 7th grade Lady Hornets took a quick early lead, jumping out 11 - 2 in the first quarter. They continued their lead through the 2nd quarter outscoring Green 8 to 6, giving them a strong half-time lead at 19 - 8. Green won the battle to the boards pulling down 29 to Metcalfe’s 20. Metcalfe was led by Kassady London with 8. Braelyn Johnson and London led steals with 5 each to get 10 of the team’s 13. Scoring was led by Anna Blythe and Braelyn Johnson with 12 and 10 respectively. Metcalfe continued to control the game tempo in the second half outscoring them in the final minutes 10 - 6. Metcalfe hit 45% from the free throw line (5 of 11), compared to Green’s 0%, (0 of 7). When the final buzzer blew, Metcalfe was ahead 32 - 22.

“Whooo!” The crowd goes wild with excitement. We jump for joy as we score another goal. The soccer ball slashes the net with a hard enough kick to go straight through. Lexi and I scream with excitement knowing we just tied the score two to two with only 3 minutes left in the game. I can see the hot, watery sweat dripping down Lexi’s face. Sprinting down and up the field causes Lexi’s face to turn bright red like a tomato. Lexi and I push through the heat and persevere to try and win the final game, but with three minutes left we might not have enough time.

Even after all of this unfairness and mistreatment, we have explained how we felt to both our parents and coaches. However, our complaints don 't really matter to the teachers. We have even appealed to our school administrators, teammates, and friends from other schools, but our appeals have been ignored and we must now either find another solution ,protest as a whole school or separate ourselves from our school to become

Within this short essay it will be explaining the support I resied in 3rd grade,

I have been playing soccer since before I could even walk. In fact, I joined my first soccer team at the age of five. Soccer is something I have always loved and been passionate about. When I was on the co-ed recreation league teams I was one of the only girls on my team, so I had to compete with boys who doubted me and thought I was weak. I worked hard during practice and out of practice to become better and, eventually, I became more aggressive than them. My eighth-grade year, I tried out for the school’s co-ed soccer team and was confident that I would make the team. During the three hard days of try-outs, I pushed myself to improve each day and received several compliments from the coaches. On the last day, the head coach pulled me aside to tell me

Today I felt great, for I had just won a 2.5k race, I did not know what was in store for me today. I was casually walking down the hallway with my friends minding my own business when the 5th grader punches me and I fall. My friends, not wanting to not get hurt, run away leaving me to get pummeled by him. The punches fly I try and stop him but he insistent on hurting me each punch hurting more each time, I wish I could fight back. I know that if I fight back it might backfire and make him hit harder and it will get me in trouble. He stops hitting, I am left wondering why. Did he get in trouble? Did he feel bad? Why did he stop?

The weather was intense in the month of April. My high school soccer playoffs were just around the corner. So, training was an absolute nightmare for the team and I. We ran countless drills, ran countless miles, and dribbled countless times. Sure, it was a struggle, but I knew that I had to make every moment worth it because this would be my last shot at soccer glory. I knew the importance of our game because our first round was against the defending state champions, Cullman.

I can’t wait to start middle school. Starting middle school can be overwhelming where three schools merge together but meeting new people is the only thing on my mind. Middle school is where you expand your group of friends adding more people or stay the same. So of course I stared expanding, gaining more friends but I guess I didn’t notice I was walking into something dark.

It was a Fall night wear the stars were out and all you could ever do is hear coach yelling to stop moving away from our positions. That night we were training for a very important soccer tournament that was only a couple weeks away. Coach smith liked to win but i think what he liked most was that we tried our best. We were a very hard team to defeat but we had our moments where we would lose games by a landslide. Coach Smith was about 63 years old but that never stopped him from playing the sport of soccer. He had hair as dark as a raven which made him look 40 with a wig on. When ever he would run with us his hair dye would come dripping down his forehead.

Today is the first day of school with my new friends I met over the summer - James,Mike and Drake. We all met at a camp called “Camp Highwater”. It was one of the best camps you could go to and my friends would say the same as well. We met while playing four on four basketball. James,Mike, and myself (Fred) were all on one team, but we were playing against Drake. At first I didn’t really like him because he was destroying our team 19-6 and he had 12 of those 19 and of course I was forced to defend him. Plus, nobody likes to have their opponent score all of the points.

I wish I could include a picture of me playing soccer with this essay because that was all I did from age five to fifteen. Soccer was life for ten years so most people are surprised to hear that the fall of my senior year in high school I will Captain of my high school Cross Country team. How I became Captain of a running sport is an accomplishment I never saw coming. If you had asked me in elementary school, middle school, or even my first two years of high school if I would do anything but play soccer I would have said never.

Ally jumped out bed, excited for her big soccer game. She got dressed for school,ate breakfast,and headed for the bus stop.

Any fifth grader would be happy advancing to middle school. But I was an exception to what I just stated. I recently moved from a fantastic house in New York City into a junky little house on the bay of California. Even worse, I lost all of my friends, and was starting fresh off the bat. My first day at school was hard enough. I tried to talk to the tall older students around me, but they simply ignored me. They continued to talk knowing my presence was still there. Of course, I was basically a dog next to an elephant. Soon, I found myself listening to other students’ conversation and gave up. Later, the six classes I had to attend without getting late to any of them, rushing and out of breath whenever I got there. But, during lunch was the worst part of school. Since, I recently arrived to this middle school, I was

Lacking self-confidence can decrease one's' eager to learn, ability to focus, and the wish to take risks. I've always been a person who was shy and lacked self-confidence. Even if everyone else thought I was the best at something, I somehow found my way to feeling self-doubted. I tried blocking out the doubt several times, but I just don't happen to feel myself.

Running down the field with the ball in my feet and my teammates shouting at me to pass the ball. My only thought was that I can score alone, I don 't need my teammates. I guess now looking back in the past when I was a kid I never realized how valuable teamwork is in soccer. Looking back I almost never played like I was on a team. I played like it was a one man show. Now that I 've understood why teamwork is important i 've changed the way I play in the game.