I feel proud and excited when I got a chance to join Denver Ethiopian Community soccer team. Every week, we trained to improve our talent and fitness to become the best team in the tournaments. I felt like I was a favorite player from the rest of the team because of my talent, discipline and skills’. At the time it was easy for me to break through for the first team. On the other hand, I often felt out.
Now I play soccer for the Oskaloosa team and I have played for them every year in the spring and fall. We have had a pretty good team through the years and we win more games than we lose. But I enjoy playing for a bigger town because the competition is a lot harder than Sigourney ever was and it makes it more of a challenge. Some people think I’m crazy for driving to Oskaloosa after school for practice but I think it is well worth the drive. I hope to go on and play for the William Penn College soccer team and I think I have a good chance since they know who I am because I played for them and go to their
Some of the friends I’ve made playing youth soccer have become my best friends now. We share the memories of game winning goals being scored and water bottle fights after practice. At soccer practices or games I felt like I could be myself. I was free to be silly and express myself. Despite not playing soccer anymore and being much older, I find myself in similar situations as I was while playing soccer.
However, I realized my love and desire for the sport, which aided me to overcome this emotional scar by avowing to focus on becoming an even better player. The summer following my sophomore year I had a running routine, eating regimen, and training that I followed to make myself stronger. During that season my teammates, coaches, and fans took notice of my new motivation, I was always sent out to cover the best players on the other team. I was so focused that I emulated defensive plays of the US Women’s soccer team and played every game like it was the championship game of the season; because of my determination that season I receive the MVP award. Later, after winning the award I recognized that I did not only train harder for the award, but I worked harder because I had matured in my love for soccer and in my personal life to prove to myself that nothing is impossible.
Soccer is not just a sport, it’s a passion. As I was born into a family, where they were so compassionate for the game. I have been playing soccer, since I was three years old, and ever since I have always wondered if I would ever be like Alex Morgan on the USWNT someday. Often times, I have felt very dismal, the best pick-me-up is playing soccer. Having that strong soccer background from a dad, thinking the soccer field is a magical place.
Excitingly, I put my hands in the air, fists closed and a smile plastered on my face, I scored! While happiness soars through my veins I advert a sensation of fulfillment unrelated to the game. Almost nostalgically, I think of how difficult it has been to conjugate soccer into my life. In Italy, there is an entrenched prejudice about soccer being a sport purely for boys and a girl who likes soccer is disheartened to pursue her passion. However, this stereotype did not make my dad desist from trying to initiate me to soccer, and, since I was four years old, he would bring me to the park and teach me how to kick a ball and play soccer.
The start of my freshman year was a thrilling experience for me. To start out my freshman year I made the schools Varsity soccer team, a huge accomplishment for me. However, I was naïve to the coming situation to myself. I was on the path to continuous harassment from teammates as I was surrounded by seniors. Many of the seniors had egos, full of themselves in every aspect possible.
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,
This is how sports hough high school have influenced me; they have helped me grow and learn humility and purpose. When I was in eighth grade i was the star of my recreational soccer league, so going into highschool I was not only expecting great things, but I was expected by others to do great things. My coaches, my teammates, and my friends all knew me as a great player which put a lot of pressure on me walking into high school tryouts. I did not know anyone there but I quickly saw that the level of skill I was competing with was something that I had never experienced before. With that I went from being the best player in the league to not making the team my freshman year.
This is very different from Hawthorne’s story, Minister Hooper veiled his face though no one asked him to and that is what scared his congregation. For Hooper the veil embodied sin itself, upon exposing it, he was claiming himself guilty, but his intention was for all of his congregation to wear one, so that they too could understand the truth; judgement will come for everyone because we are all sinners. This cost Hooper dearly, he felt isolated he lost friends, Elizabeth, and the rapport he had with the children. He became lonely, a recluse, fearful of his own image. Even though he suffered in self- loathing it could also be said that he fell into the sin of pride because he could have ended his suffering and Elizabeth’s had he removed in private the veil in her presence.