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.
Before the situation escalated, my teacher carried on with her lesson to diffuse the tension in class. Though the confrontation was brief, it sent a stinging and powerful message to the bullies; I was no longer fazed by their name-calling and degrading remarks as I had become impervious to any diabolical plans hatched by them. School was stressful but more bearable since the incident. I felt lighter and it was easier to breathe because I was no longer carrying my cumbersome bag of worries with me. That day, I felt that I finally caught the ball in the game ‘monkey in the middle’.
Children don’t tend to perform well in the field due to this pressure. I can relate to this idea as I have experienced this in my life once. My parents had high hopes for my brother. Once, on the day of the final match, my dad told him that he was sure to win and nothing could defeat him and his team. My brother got so much under pressure that he fainted before the game even started.
I even made friends with boys, which was something completely new for me. One of these boys became my best friend, and we do everything together. To this day, I still have these friendships, and they are stronger than ever. When high school soccer started, I was incredibly nervous,
Sometimes it’s for a whole game and sometimes it’s only the second half. No matter how much time we have, we enjoy each and every minute of it. Back on Christmas last year I had my friend come over to watch my favorite team play. It was a tough matchup for my team knowing they were going against the one of the top three best teams in the league. My friend absolutely hates my team, so he was just full of bashing my team the whole game.
I could have gone to him and introduced him to everybody but I did not because I had something that I never had before and I did not want it go away or even share this with anybody. Know well that I could do something to give him a better experience but I chose to be a bystander as I watched and pretended that there is nothing wrong. Looking back on this I can see the moral diffusion, the selfishness that I was in and I can see the author view of such
I realized that the more you made the other teamplayer run the faster they got tired and got less energy to hit the ball. This helped me stay in the same area without stressing too much whilst placing the ball on the other side of the court for my partner. During our unit for PE regarding pickleball I improved throughout the games, I started to enjoy the game. I personally enjoy singles way more than doubles because there is more control to where the ball hits and there is less pressure of not letting your partner out. There is also the issue of miscommunication with a partner.
After we warmed up throwing to each other we went to check where we were in the batting order. I was batting 7th, but 7th was better than 11th so I was happy. We opened up the game with a bang and went up 2-0. After the end of the inning I was on deck for the next inning. It was our turn to play defense so I sprinted through the crunchy grass, frosty because of how cold it was.
As we start to pass I realize that they are really good I am not nearly as good as them. Once I realize that my passes start to get worse and worse. I can tell that the other girls start to wish that they hadn’t asked me to join them. All of my thoughts came as, “Maybe volleyball isn’t for me, maybe I should just go home.” Then something hits me, literally! A girl tried to pass the ball to me and I was so caught up in my thoughts that the ball hit me in the head.
I, myself, has learned so much from my high school football games. Most females have no clue when it comes to sports, but in my case, football. Watching high school football, has taught me different positions, the names of players, their strengths and weaknesses and even who’s the water boy on the team, which most boys like to call this an “injury recovery” or “ineligible” because of grades. I have always loved the sport, but never knew what it meant or how to actually play. In my eyes, all you had to do was run the ball without being tackled, until I found out the fundamentals of the game such as; the play