Eric was also very courageous for staying Fat for Sarah. Eric was a chubby child who didn 't do any sports, then he started getting involved with swimming and as he started to love the sport he kept doing it, and as he kept doing it he started losing weight. Eric started realizing that his weight was just shedding off of his body so as it came to meal time he would eat more and more to stay fat because he wanted to stay friends with Sarah and he thought the only way he could do that was to stay fat, so every night he started eating double his real meal. “Now Sarah Byrnes is here. My best friend.
For the Design Principle I chose Solitude and Reflection. I chose that because I am a pretty social guy and don’t work well at all when quiet (wonder why this speech sucks now do you). But I have been making strides towards making it better every day. I went from flat out not doing it at all to doing it fairly well but still not that great which is why probably half of this is thrown together on the bus last minute. So now back to Lewis and Clark.
My first broken bone was a lesson in disguise I learned never be so quick try to impress other’s and when playing sport with your friends just play for the fun of it don’t play to and expect to win. Ever since I broke my arm I started to take things a lot easier especially when playing sports everything is not a competition play fair and treat others how you want to be
When I began middle school, this mentality of just being good enough began to redirect itself into some of my school work, but it primarily affected my performance in sports. In field hockey, I was fairly decent, but I never drove myself to be anything but that. While playing basketball, I never put forth the effort that was necessary for me to reach the next level of skill development. When I started volleyball, my hits were some of the best, and I became content with where I was allowing my teammates abilities began to quickly surpass my own. Altogether, my first year of middle school athletics was met with my mediocre performance.
This is also reinforced by Rovell’s many attempts to relate to the young adult audience. A prime example can be found at the start of the book when he gives the reader a synopsis of his athletic career in middle school. “I wasn’t exactly considered an asset. Thanks to my occasional walking during races I finished so far behind my score wasn’t even counted in the team standings...there was one thing that remind that validated my worth as an athlete. Luckily, 16 ounces of the magic potion could be purchased for $1.29...
These division 1 scholarships are also very rare, which makes the constant push to achieve more worth it. In 2012 the minimal percentages of high schoolers receiving D1 scholarships was incredibly minimal, “about 2 percent of high school athletes win sports scholarships every year at NCAA colleges and universities” (O'Shaughnessy). Not only can sports potentially set teens up for a positive future, but it also can start teaching valuable lessons at a very young age. Valuable lessons such as dealing with loss and success and work ethic and teamwork. Young children who are exposed to these skills early in life only grow with confidence.
I don’t watch March Madness I don 't like basketball at all. I watch the first one a little because teachers said we could but otherwise I don 't care. I hear people say I have 99% on my bracket or like I got 10%. I never did a bracket but I might do it next year for fun. Also, the one how gets the most right gets a money prize of like 100 thousand.
As I said, I was never great at basketball, but my team was. I played for the Greenbelt Rec team where everyone was pretty good, but I wasn’t. My coach, Andy, was great and very encouraging and he made me feel like I was the best, even if I did horribly. I felt like a star, until I turned ten and my coach was Damon. Damon made everyone feel bad about themselves, especially those not in his starting five.
I started to practice at my house—it was the only hoop available for me at the time. Everyday, I would go outside and just shoot as many shots as I can so, I could make my form better. A few weeks of practicing, I started to see progress in my form—I made more shots than usual. Since I thought I was getting better, I decided to ask my parents if they could put me in a basketball team. My parents agreed without any hesitation.
It’s like they say practice makes perfect. At last, I was shooting hoops like nothing in the world could stop me (In my childish head). By then I was telling my best friend, Anthony, that I was the greatest player in the universe. So time went flying by and I kept practicing and playing Basketball, but at one point you kind of get tired of the same thing. So I stopped playing basketball and played other sports.
Causal analysis When I was younger, I was chubby. I was around 200lb at 13. At the time, I didn’t really recognize how obese I was because I could still play any sport. I even made the football and basketball team in middle school. It affected my self esteem and confidence when I would look at my belly.
When you were 25 you had never had a girlfriend, you focused on the important parts of life, family and friends, not girlfriends. You became close friends with all of your potential girlfriends before even hinting any sort of attraction. I have tried to become closer friends with everyone before taking the next step. I also learned that you have to make the best of each situation you are put into. You are an amputee but that didn 't stop you, you did sports and continued like you had two legs.
Even on games where I didn’t start, I was getting a lot of playing time. That really pushed me to be even better for my senior season. After my first season of varsity was over I felt even more motivated to get better. I started lifting weights almost every day, even if it meant I had to go to the gym at midnight and still go to school the next morning. The summer of my senior year all I did was either work or work out, I barely spent any time with my friends.