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. Sophomore year started and again I put myself through the pressures of making a soccer team. That year, the program cut 21 girls and I was put on a team mostly filled with freshman. I was devastated by this because I had worked relentlessly for four months during soccer pre-season
She joined a youth football league, when her stepfather asked her if she wanted to play football, as a joke. At first, when Rachel started playing, she was so nervous that her stomach hurt. But she got better and better, and eventually was able to join the football team in her school in seventh grade. For Rachel, being the only girl on the team was difficult. She was worried that her teammates wouldn’t accept her as
With this in mind, I joined the high school 's track team my freshman year for the indoor track season. Nothing could have prepared me for how rigorous the practices were. I suddenly felt extremely inferior and disappointed that I could not even make it through the warm ups let alone the actual practice. Team overall was very friendly but the upperclassmen
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. Nothing was extraordinary about my life. I was just a normal ninth grader on the junior varsity cross country team. My times were not that great, so I had no intention of running varsity at all. We had a Saturday meet at Walker, but only the top seven varsity girls were going to compete.
A thirteen-year-old girl’s worries typically consist of having to decide on what movie to see or keeping up with the latest trend, certainly not worrying about the health of her little brother. I had never imagined that my life could change while watching a simple game of youth football. Watching my brother’s football games on Saturday were pretty routine. In this particular game, Randy, playing as running back, took more hard hits than usual. Then, an opponent twice his size body slammed him into the ground.
Bloody, bruised, and battered, Falls Church’s football team fought on in the fourth quarter. A football flew through the air as players crashed into one another sprinting to the ball, except I wasn’t on the field, nor was I on the sideline. I was a freshman watching our varsity footall team lose 0 to 48 on homecoming night, a familiar sight to many Falls Church students for the past 40 years. Those past 40 years are what has made Falls Church football the laughing stock of our conference, and since our school was one of the smallest high schools in the area, we never had the speed, size, or numbers to compete with other football teams. Our own school saw the team as a joke, 0-10 was a common season record, and being a Falls Church football
Personal Narrative My eighth grade year has barely started. I have never tried doing sports in school, so i figured i tried something new. So i joined flag football just to see how it is, I was nervous at first on how it was going to turn out, but after a while of practicing I was very comfortable with going everyday after school to practice. One day, the P.E. teacher announced, “Alright guys you’re all soon be going to High School, which means it will soon be time to apply for sports in High School.” This was exciting for me because after weeks of practicing flag football, I kind of felt like playing real football in high school.
I have a chance!! I knew I could do it!! I screamed in my head. We followed Brandt onto the varsity court, where we told who we would play next and what the LaCrosse tournament would be about. I played against Ashley, a senior who was out last year because of a knee injury, first.
Julia Young English 1010 Larson, P.3 Personal Narrative The professional boxer Muhammad Ali once said, “I hated every minute of training, but i said ‘Don’t quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life a champion.’ ” This quote became relatable the moment I looked back on the start of my cheerleading “career”. My older sister Aarika cheered for Brighton while I was in 7th grade, she tried convincing me for months to join a team and finally I agreed. I wasn’t very excited, I wasn’t thrilled having to be thrown into something I didn’t know anything about, and I was absolutely terrified about being the “new girl” on the team. I remember that first practice, walking into the gym and being shaken by the loud blaring music and girls running around
6th grade football tryouts It was a humid day in the middle of August and football tryouts were tomorrow.It was 6th grade and I was really nervous,It wasn't because I had never played football ,I had played football for three years prior to that.I was nervous because it was my first time playing school football and I had just transferred schools because the school I was going to be nasty,wretched,and unkempt. When I got home from school my mom had gotten me a brand new white and black glossy chin guard and a juicy and sour lemon flavored mouthguard.My mom also gave me a talk when I told her I was nervous.She told me that I was a great athletic kid who could do anything he puts his mind to. I asked my mom to make a big breakfast for me and boy did she deliver.I woke up,got in the shower,got dressed with my favorite blue water
Baseball Narrative Rough Draft I was so nervous for this morning’s competition. Today was the day that I had the chance to show to a judge what I had to offer into the heat of the KMEA Piano Kansas State Competition. The songs that I had practiced over from June to October were mere children’s play compared to others in the group who played pieces like Claire de Lune and the 12 Variations of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (no one in middle school with common sense would choose repertoire made for high schoolers). “Melody, make sure you go over the spots in your songs that you need to work on”, Mom said, shattering my thought process. “Okay, I’ll get to it in 10 minutes.” I look back at the mantle with the hard work and patience displayed along with the TV.