Freshmen year was a rude awakening of what I was getting myself into. Coach Smolder was the toughest coach I have ever had. Our first day of practice we had to run 66, 40 yard sprints and I did all that just to start kickoff return on a 7-3 playoff football team, but I was the only freshmen to start. Sophomore year came around and it was a great learning experience because I started offensive line and played over ¾ of the game at defensive end which was weird because I’ve always played middle linebacker. I suppose everyone was in a sophomore slump because that year we were mediocre, going 5-5, but I was the only sophomore to play and I even picked up a fumble and ran it in for a 43 yard touchdown, it was our best game if the year.
I knew it a definite potential of calming me down, although I was quite mistaken. Every five minutes I was looking down at my phone, anticipating to see a message from my dad. After twenty minutes of constant anxiety filling the room, Joy jumped out of her seat and decided to take us all on a shopping trip. Shopping is one of my favorite hobbies, so I was first to accept this much needed trip of enjoyment. I knew I could never make it through the day sitting at home staring at a blank screen.
The boat staff cut of the fish and now we needed to go back to the hotel room. The next day which is the day before we leave Florida we decided to binge out because the whole week we've been doing things. I slept in late obviously and so did my brother. When we woke up we got into our our bathing suits to go in the pool and the hot tub, Plus it's outdoors. We got out a couple minutes later because my mom gathered some breakfast from the lobby for us.
I was taken to the emergency room and I didn't leave until 5 o'clock the next morning. My hopes of making varsity as a sophomore were crushed that day. My symptoms were fairly severe, I had trouble walking, and reading of any kind gave me massive headaches. I was very sad that all of my hard work was amounted to nothing because of one stupid injury. Recovery was tough.
He had symptoms right away, but stayed in the game. Four days later he went to a doctor complaining of headaches. They did tests and everything appeared normal. He was told to wait to play until symptoms went away. He did not listen to the advice given.
I woke up with my leg wrapped up all the way up to my thigh. While my mom and I waited a few more hours, we had some laughs until the doctor came and checked me out. Then we were on our way. We went home and mom helped me into the house. I laid on the couch and wouldn’t talk, so my mom made me a hot pocket to make me feel better.
Friday, April 19, 2013, took place when I was in fifth grade, a month away from leaving the elementary school I had grown to love. I woke up later than normal because I had an operation scheduled for my knee, for it had loose ligaments that caused the kneecap to slip out of place. The first time that my kneecap popped out of joint took place when I stepped down the stairs at my grandma’s house on a cold November night. From that point on, I had to be extra careful in gym class. One time I ended up kicking a ball in Big Base and fell down because my knee had popped.
Every year we went to my real grandma's house so nothing was going to change this year. I thought everything out and my mom and I would go to my grandma’s house on Christmas eve stay there till Christmas day then leave that night. That way I could be back the next day. This Christmas eve the procrastination was strong and I saved all my wrapping for that day so we did all the wrapping and proceed to go to grandmas house. Long car ride puts me to sleep so I fell asleep on the way up
The week before the homecoming game, we found out that our starting senior libero got sick with Mononucleosis, which meant that she couldn’t participate in any physical activity. We quickly had to find our next best passer, for that next week’s big game, and I was next in line. You will never know when you will have to step up, and when chances like this will arise . You always have be prepared, otherwise you might miss your chance. When I found out that I had to libero for one of the biggest games of the season, I was dripping with drops of nerves.
Most importantly, I learned how to persevere. On the first day of band camp, I went home after five hours of rehearsal and thought I was dying. Everything ached: my legs from fifty-yard sprints, my arms from burpees followed by flag technique, and even my scalp from the too-high ponytail I had subjected my hair to. The next morning, I crawled out of bed and limped back to the field with a newfound determination. I was exhausted and discouraged, but I wouldn’t let that stop me from succeeding.
North Andrew hadn’t been to a state championship game since the early 90’s. This isn’t acceptable in a small football town like mine. Everyone knew something had to change. It wasn’t until my sophomore year in 2012 that we finally made it back to a state championship. We had a new coach that year and a lot of talent.
There was another practice on Thursday, but nothing special happened there, excepted are star midfielder Luke Jayne broke his right leg, an arm and his jaw in a car accident. “Well there goes are chance of winning any of our games this tournament” said pretty much our whole team. “We still have two weeks for practices before our Washington tournament, that’s a mass amount of time to get prepared” Coach Moe said. For the last week we have been practicing on teamwork and we have been running an abundance amount every day. Although we hate running it really help us get back into shape and our stamina.
Anyways while she was at breakfast we hung her clothes and made her bed. At breakfast she ate bacon, eggs, grits, and toast, with a cup of coffee. We sat in chatted with her for a minute. Then the nurse came in they 're asking us where was our instructor and she needed to see you immediately. Next we took her back to the room, she refused to take a shower however Sarah sweet talk her into it eventually.