Through the constant harassment from the player I realized that I had to take some course of action to prevent myself from falling victim to this for the rest of the year. I could not earn respect by playing soccer because I was not a starter for the team nor did the seniors support me, hence the situation I was in. I realize they may have been a better way to go about this but I felt hopeless and frustrated with all the continuous bullying that I could no longer stand it. Due to this whole semester of bullying from this player I had a strong sense of dissent towards the players on team not allowing me to have a team bond that I experienced before this year. I hindered greatly from having confidence of myself which ultimately led me to have a indifferent beginning to my high school career.
My sophomore year in High School I had to choose one sport to play. My family has a great history of playing football and that is what they wanted me to pursue. It seemed like I never wanted to be at practice, though the only reason I stayed in it was because the off-season made me bigger,stronger and more nimble. Senior year came around and I was invited to come back and play hockey. My mind had been overwrought because I have not skated in a while.
Apart from your soccer ability, coaches also look for confidence and your willingness to take a chance even if it makes you look like a fool. That year I didn’t make the varsity team because I wasn’t confident in myself. I hesitate to go in front of other players to try new drills thinking the outcome will be
I was nervous since it was my first time trying to achieve a goal I really wanted. However, I was disappointed since I obviously didn’t make the team and didn’t do my absolute best. The second time after making the team I felt like I had accomplished something for the first time in my life and excitement for a new part of my life. During my first year on the team I still felt these same emotions for different reasons. I believed that even though I had made the team I wasn’t preforming to my best ability and when I was trying my hardest it still didn’t feel good enough.
At points I would put what I needed to do in order to succeed in hockey ahead of school because until I was a sophomore in high school I was foolish enough to believe I had a shot of going big in hockey. All of this leads to my main point that I wasn’t born with an athlete identity however, I created one by pursuing a sport I am passionate about and would do anything I can to help myself succeed in it. A scholarly journal essay written by Shaun Boren called The Recreational Sports Journal talks about different athletes and how they had dreams of going big and the youth life certain athletes lived from 6am practices to missing school due to travel for a sport. While reading this journal I couldn’t help but think of myself as I lived a very similar lifestyle. A direct quote being “The horrendous wakeups the fun in the hotel hallways and being yelled at by hotel staff for being to loud all helped shaped the athlete I am today.” I vividly remember getting up at 4:30 on a Saturday morning for a 6am practice, the frequent travel and
For the last year or so, I have felt trapped. Doing something that you do not want to do day in and day out is everyone’s worst nightmare. I use to think that pursuing soccer, as a profession was my calling on this earth. To think that something I dreamed of doing for years is now something that makes me unhappy, has made me realize what is truly important to me in life. I want to be able to identify as something other than my athletic successes.
I discovered one of my passions by participating in a sport I swore i would never do: cross country. For the majority of my life I had played competitive soccer and it was part of my identity. I loved the feeling of sprinting down the field towards an attacking forward for the sole purpose of helping my team and I never wanted to give that up. Entering my freshman year of high school, I joined a soccer program that was filled with pressure to win games, and although I had a great time during the season with my teammates I sensed that something wasn’t right. My parents and friends knew the struggles I was going through with soccer and they all said the same thing, “why don’t you try cross country?” My answer was the same each time, “I would never even consider doing cross country, that's not going to happen.
The summer before my junior year, my team and I received news that we were going to be aligned into a tougher district. This meant our opponents were now going to be stronger, faster, taller, more skillful, and much more experienced. These large schools that we were now aligned to play against have had strong athletic programs that were established years ago. Memorial High School (my school) on the other hand, has yet to establish an athletics program, which meant each of us were behind experience wise. When we were given the news, I could tell by looking at everyone’s faces that no one wanted to continue playing; they all just wanted to give up.
"To give anything less than your best is to sacrifice the gift." -Pre. Cross Country is a sport that requires pushing oneself through immense pain to achieve a goal. I never wanted to go through any of those pains to achieve anything. I used to think that I was going to participate in an after school activity for fun, but then my cross country team won the state championship meet, now I know I can do anything I put my mind to.
One time when I was in 6th grade; playing with my soccer team in traverse city for the cherry cup festival. My team was in the championship game.We were all ready to win the game that day. I was so scared and pumped at the same time because I was ready to win but scared we might lose. In the middle of that game our goalie got hurt. The game paused and my coach looked at me and he said “ Keagan go get gloves and a goalie shirt on”.