It was the week before we vs Franklin in our championship game and this was actually my first time playing for an actual championship and they had so many different rules then city volleyball it was a bit hard to learn and remember all the rules but I got it down pretty well after a few games and practices. We actually won all of our games except 3 to make it to the championship game. I loved my teammates, they all worked really hard to call the ball and help each other out through stuff all of our practices went well and everything but it kinda sucked because even before the championship, we lost against Franklin twice so we were pretty nervous to hear that they won and we were going to be versing them.
I was extremely excited to be captain because of my love for the sport and for my amazing team, especially because it was going to be my last year competing. My school has still not won a City Championship, but my team and I wanted to change that this year. We all pushed ourselves to the limit, and we worked harder than ever before. On the day of our City Championship meet, we cheered each other on and we put on our best performance.
Knowing this I pushed myself to my limit pre track season; I worked harder than I have before in the sport and made incredible improvements. Once track season started I was so eager to show the world what I was capable of. The first few competitions were both fairy large and very important. I went into both competitions excited and motivated only to walk away frustrated and disappointed. Everything that could have possibly gone wrong while I was vaulting went wrong.
Of course, being told such things by one of the most renowned coaches in the country would be enough to make anyone push their limits. After my sophomore cross country and track seasons were nulled by my physical limitations, I developed a sort of excitement that I wish I could feel again. “I can do ANYTHING” I would tell myself as I ran each workout. Sure enough, by the beginning of my junior cross country season, I was quickly catching up with the other girls on my team. In fact, my outlook was amazing; there were three elite meets that season, each with a limit of runners on my team that would be taken.
Me and my friend Patrick had been so tired from all the training from track practice and were absolutely stoked for our next track meet. Everything had been great until I got some devastating news from my parents. It was that day, that day I was sadly informed that I would not be able to make it to my esteemed track meet due to a business trip my parents were attending. My parents
If you cannot handle a loss it is difficult to be successful. This became evident my junior year of high school as my team prepared to play for the state championship. We had a winning mindset, as any great team would going into that game. However, when the final buzzer rang and we did not come out on top, I was struck with emotion, yet I knew I needed to glorify God and represent my school instead of letting my frustration overcome me. Basketball taught me to keep going and never allow the tough moments to define me.
In the beginning it was very hard to be recognized by the coaches at Tuslaw because the school is known for their wrestling. The community actually calls it the “legacy program”. A few weeks into season it was my time to show I was ready to be something great at this school. Wrestle offs began and I was competing for the starting spot at 195 pounds and my opponent was Scottie Wolheter the returning state qualifier from the year before. It was a hard fought battle after the first period I was down 2-0, after the second I was still down
The team is doing well this year, although they could do better. The coach Bret isn 't happy with the way the team has been playing. He wants to go over the limit with his offense procedure. The team record is 999-0. The team later had a meeting after the 999th game.
It was after that season that I realized, that through the first 3 years of my high school soccer career, I had been trying to please someone and I wasn’t focused on enjoying what was in front of me. I had wanted those seasons to end so I could be done with the humility of playing on junior varsity, but now there isn’t much time left. I have only one more season left before my competitive sports career is over. This last season won’t be about pleasing my coach, it will be about enjoying the final ride with my teammates and friends that I have grown up playing with since the age of 7. Sometimes in life, you don’t appreciate stuff until it’s gone and luckily my failures helped me realize that my time playing soccer is about to be gone and I want to be able to enjoy
Major characters such as Troy and his son Cory dominate the major parts of the play compared to the roles female actors take. A good example is where a tussle develops between the two when Cory wants to join the major league while his father forces him to pursue the job at a local enterprise (Washington). The tension creates evident clashes between the father and son and this becomes apparent when Troy refuses to attend a match where his son plays at the college. The weak relationship between the two (Troy and Cory) which extends into the play dominates the production which forces viewers to focus on the actions of these
Joe Montana the essay is good and detailed but doesn’t catch my attention. Very informational. Still need to add some spice to it Joe Montana was born on June 11, 1956 in New Eagle, Pennsylvania. He was born to Theresa and Joseph Montana. He is an only child.
Are NFL Careers Good or Bad? There are many good and bad things about NFL, National Football League, careers, for example “most National Football League (NFL) players suffer concussions, ligament damage, or broken bones. However, for many young men, the perceived benefits of an NFL career – fame, high salaries, medical and training services, and utility from playing football” (Williams). This quotation shows that there are many advantages and disadvantages to an NFL career.
Undeserving, Underserved, or the Most Deserving? In White Men Can't Jump, Ron Shelton uses the streetball scene in a poor LA neighborhood to examine the friendship of Billy Hoyle and Sidney Deane. Examining the ways in which the two financially struggling protagonists treat each other, Shelton challenges the viewer to reflect on whether to value the cutthroat “smoke or be smoked” mentality or prioritize one's honor above all else. The former characterizes most of their actions in the first half of the movie, while the latter is a way of thinking they adopt only by the end.