I must admit that I was extremely frustrated when my doctor told me the conditions of my back. But after years of self-evaluation and reconsideration, I started to realize that the undesirable result does not necessarily make my commitments worthless or futile. Even though I lost a couple of opportunities to show how hard I had been working, playing basketball did change my life enormously. Basketball served as a driving force and motivation throughout my adolescence. I worked hard in basketball in order to persevere, especially after I started practicing with the district basketball team.
Later, I joined my middle school basketball team. I recall almost fainting a couple of times during basketball practice, but I kept believing that I can improve my health through intense physical activity. At the time, I had a mentality where I refuse to lose to my own body’s weakness. I believed that I could fight against my asthma and win. Yet, I still didn’t see any improvement in my health after a year had passed.
My 15 year old brother always had encouraged me to try out, after years of seeing me play. We would spend hours outside playing one on one, or just shooting around. At the tryouts, adrenaline rushed through me. Everywhere I looked, people were ether dribbling, shooting, or talking about tryouts and how nervous they were as well. The tryouts started a few minutes later, when the coaches
I apologized to my coach and to my teammates for being a ball hog. I promised all of them that I would be a better team player for the second half of the game. After our talk, my coach and team got my adrenaline going again by starting basketball chants. We were on our way out of the locker room for the second half, and as the lights shined down on me, the crowd chanted my name. It was surreal!
I was trying so hard not to mess up but I ended up messing up a couple times but I said hey no one 's perfect. The first day of tryouts was almost over the coaches got all of us together and put us in to scrimmage teams. At first I was really nervous I didn 't want to mess up but we started to play and a started to do what I did best which is play my game after we played a was pretty convenient in my performance but we still had the whole
The severe concussion I got from basketball in the ninth grade changed my life forever. Although it was a very bad experience in my life, I realized that it changed my perspective of life in a good way and also changed my life goals. It changed my character for the better and shaped me into a better person. Having a concussion is not the impact itself but the shattering of emotional, physical, and social pieces that I had to contend with. Just like any other day, I came back from school and finished my homework.
It took me a whole year in college to realize that firefighting was something I did not want to pursue. Desperately looking for a new major, I started to consider teaching, but purely for selfish reasons. However, somewhere during my second year of college, there was a significant spark that led me to want to pursue teaching for a different reason. In high school, sports were everything, maintaining a good GPA was crucial.
I added small improvements to my game like three point shooting, and additional conditioning so I would not get tired late in games. By the time basketball season rolled around, I was ready for tryouts. The coach had me tryout with both the freshman and the varsity team on the first day. This made the first day the hardest day since, for the most part, all we did was run sprints. Once I got past the first day, however, the next two days were fairly easy, I was able to run sprints without losing all my energy before getting to the scrimmages.
The one thing I knew for sure was that I was a basketball player. Over the next couple of weeks, however, my attempts to gain ground in practice ended in failure. As I slumped toward the locker room after a grueling pre-season practice, Coach Perez requested I come to his office. Much to my surprise, he did not focus on my shortcomings but talked about the player he thought I
However, I realized my love and desire for the sport, which aided me to overcome this emotional scar by avowing to focus on becoming an even better player. The summer following my sophomore year I had a running routine, eating regimen, and training that I followed to make myself stronger. During that season my teammates, coaches, and fans took notice of my new motivation, I was always sent out to cover the best players on the other team. I was so focused that I emulated defensive plays of the US Women’s soccer team and played every game like it was the championship game of the season; because of my determination that season I receive the MVP award.
One thing I am thankful for had to be my concussion, sounds strange right? Well we all have our stories but mine started during my freshman year basketball game. Going into the game, I thought we were walking out with an easy win because we played this team before and won. First lesson, don’t ever be cocky in a sport because it will bite you back. Of course, my team decided we were not going to take the game too serious since we won before and karma caught up with us really fast.
I went up for a layup and got pushed hard in the back. When I came down, I felt my knee buckle and immediately knew something wasn’t right. The sound it made was alarming, proving to be a serious injury - a fractured femur. It was my junior year and I was looking forward to playing basketball and starting to train for the next football season.
I have not been able to participate in athletics nearly as much as I would have liked. I started running track in the spring of my seventh grade year. I performed surprisingly well and decided to participate in cross country the next fall. I spent the summer training and preparing for the season, and it definitely showed. I ran in the varsity race for my first cross country meet ever.
“There’s not much you can do here; if you want you can go home, that is completely fine with me.” Unable to compete and train, I was now useless to both the team and the coach. It would have been convenient for me to capitulate and indulge my laziness; to sit at home after practice every day while my teammates were hard at work, training to better themselves. I refused to accept my coach’s suggestion to surrender. I refused to throw in the towel.
I am applying for the exemplary student athletic trainer award because I believe I am in many ways worthy of it. This award is given to exemplary student athletic trainer which fits my description perfectly. Like the 2015 winner mentioned in her speech, “We come before they do, we leave after they do, and if you don’t believe, you don’t belong, we are, we are the team behind the team,”. That motto is what’s helped keep me pushing along as an exemplary trainer. Ever since the seventh grade when I started attending my brother’s varsity football games, I began to notice the group of student trainers at games