Most high school athletes across America share one common aspiration: play their sport at the next level in college. For a select number of fortunate athletes, that dream becomes a reality when they commit to a school and sign their letter of intent. But are they really fortunate? College athletics are oftentimes not as glamorous as one would think. The transition to college is not a walk in the park, but add a rigorous summer conditioning program, two-a-days everyday, and the pressures of coaches you have yet to impress, and you have a recipe for disaster.
If the players or team aren’t very talented then tickets won’t sell, jerseys won’t sell and college won’t be supported, therefore making less money. However, if the team is very exceptional then the opposite occurs the college receives a glorious payday every weekend. Many others agree that college players should be paid as well. In a survey conducted at Hillsborough Middle School, in Pod 7/8c, 14 out of 20 students believe that college athletes should be paid. The other 30% of students believe that college athletes shouldn’t be paid only because of their age, only being in highschool and because they haven’t made it big.
None of the guys on varsity put in effort every day at practice like the coaches ask. I feel like if some of them actually tried we could be pretty good because we have all been playing together since t-ball and now we all know the game pretty well. I think that if we put as much effort as they do in basketball and football then we should be just as good as they are in those sports. The coach’s effort to make the team better is really low.
My work ethic was not great as I had no clue what I wanted to do with my future. Then college came and whacked me upside the head. I realized that I was paying to be here, and that if I was paying to do something I was going to do it well. I can now proudly say that my work ethic is something I can boast about. I no longer procrastinate like I did in high school.
1. After watching this video I learned that the first generation college students in the late 1960s struggled so much so we could be in this excellent program so we could succeed. Nobody should ever be neglected an education like those students. We have many opportunities as the result of their actions and sacrifices because they fought so that this program could be as successful as it is. If those courageous students would have not spoken up and fight for their rights I would have not been here right now.
For one, I became a better listener and I had to become leader along with the other seniors because of the inexperience we had this year. When I was a freshmen, I looked up to the old guys and wanted to be as good as they were. Thus I became sort of a “role model” for the younger kids on the team. Although I did not look at myself as a role model because I never really thought as myself becoming a person/player my teammates would look up to.
Leaving not much time for education, athletes put most their efforts in sports. In addition to not having much time for education, that leads to low graduation rates in college for many athletes. Because
I knew we could do it to but everybody had to show up to play. He said that he had talked to our coach last year. Coach Gade said that “we are a good team.” I thought we could have been a lot better.
Letter of Introduction Hello my Names is James Starks, I was very excited to start school this year. I am nineteen years young, I was born August 22, 1996. This is my second time being a senior, I have been at senior for Four years and this is now my fifth.
Players who need to develop shouldn’t go pro quite yet or they could ruin their career. They have not yet reached their full potential so why not wait & have a better & more long term career in the sport. It helps when players are surrounded by a family with more money so you can wait & not have to worry about hurrying to a pro sport to help family financially. In the long run though you may end up harming yourself. If players wait they can help their family for more than a year & help them for years to come.
First Week as a Freshman Baseball Player The summer was almost over went I realized that in a couple of weeks I will be in my new school that is not anymore a school, now we are talking about a college. When the times came I was on an airplane, on my way to Texas. My feelings were really emotional because I was living my hometown, the city that I grow up and never left for too long, on other hand, I was really excited because I was doing what it was right for me. I had a scholarship to play baseball and study for free.
Texas is known for its agricultural landscape but most of all by Friday night Football. In small town communities like Dimmitt being on the varsity team is a big deal. Being moved to Junior Varsity football after making the varsity team, put me in a position to contemplate my loyalty to the sport and to the coaches I felt betrayed me. It's the first day of two-a-days, and I was put on the varsity team for middle linebacker.
Standing out in the blistering August heat covered head to toe with thick, bulky pads and a helmet may not be everyone's idea of enjoying their summer, but for football players it’s what we live for. Those long summer days spent with your new football family (who we spend more time with than our actual families) help spark the idea that together we can prevail. For two weeks in which seems to be the most enduring, draining two weeks of our lives, teammates battle each other for the chance the start under the Friday night lights and experience all the gory that goes with it. I was entering my sophomore year in high school when I started my first double session practice in the beginning of August. The first morning practice began at 7 A.M on a day with the potential to reach record heat.
The summer before junior year, I spent every weekday at work and then I went to football practice. I was ecstatic for junior year, because it was going to be my year. I was captain of the defense and was on my way to All-State and All-League titles. In July we always go to Camp Rilea for a few days of football scrimmages and practices. It had been a good trip so far, and we were looking extremely powerful for this upcoming season, but on the second to last day we were playing kickball and I dove for the ball and broke my collarbone.