“You come to realize that life is short, and you have to step up. Don’t feel sorry for me. Much is expected of those who are strong,” tennis star Arthur Ashe. Homecoming week, one of the most important weeks of the volleyball season, where everyone in the community comes to watch the big Tuesday night game. 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.
The narrator explains, “The man himself lay in bed. For a long while we just stood there, looking down at the profound and fleshless grin.” The narrator and the people with him were shocked from what they saw. This passage is important because it shows Emily’s mental instability and broken heart. However, Emily wasn’t crazy from the beginning. There were a series of events in her life that caused her to go mentally insane.
All we could think about was those extra hours of sleep that the morning would bring. We were so distracted by this that it all happened so quickly. We were mauled by an enraged mob of infected, there was no other option but for all of us to split up. Thats where I got lost. Now I 'm stuck here writing in this stupid journal!
Archer Morales was the one who was standing in front of me and he was most certainly not dead. He looked very much alive. Well rather annoyed, but still alive. “This has got to be some horrible nightmare that I’m having,’’ I say as I stand up and start pacing. “And you are obviously still dead and I’ll just be back in my bedroom, ready to start another boring day at our idiotic school.” “Gosh, you're weird,” he muttered, rolling his eyes.
Going into college, athletics were always first priority to me; but after being a regular starter on my soccer team entering my junior year, my priorities were completely reversed. My first two years of college saw me as one of four players (out of a class of 22 players) to be on the varsity soccer team, meaning that I was exposed to long bus rides, missing classes for team events, and constantly being a lesson behind other students in my class. I had trouble balancing soccer, work, and school during that time, as I was only able to maintain a 3.1 GPA. I decided that putting all my effort in soccer was not the correct route to take, as school was going to lead me further in life. For the next two seasons, I was on a
Without a break and feeling overwhelmed, I grew disinterested in soccer as it became a stressful environment for me as the older girls had to join our team and I was no longer seeing the field a lot. Everything was too much at once for me at the time and soccer came last on my priority list as the season trudged on. I finished out the spring season, but high school tryouts were next. Last high school season I was head over heels for our coach, Mack,
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
I laid motionless on the bed, on the pile of mess that is my room and a representation of my life. I closed my eyes and reopened them, hoping to see something different appear on the clock. Another realization came to me as I remained in the bed. It's a lonely and sad place to exist because all I do is exist, I do not live, I do not know how to or what it's like to be just normal. I get angry at myself for feeling the way I do because I know it’s not a normal behavior.Every day I would find a new lie to tell
I have experienced failure throughout my whole life. Though, the most recent failures I have experienced are when I entered the college. As one of the Best Player of the Year at soccer in high school, I took it for granted thinking that at my level, it would be okay for me not to continue practice soccer for the summer. Instead, I focus my whole summer working at two jobs near my house. As a result, I have learned a lesson the hard way.
My team and I came into the season with high ambitions, however fell short. We did not win a single game my freshman year and most of our losses were by many points. Our continuous stream of losses caused much tension and problems within the team. There was fights breaking out every day during practice and everybody was trying to find something to blame for our lack of success. The fighting got to a point
we were play 29 palms that week, they are our biggest rivals after yucca and i just wanted to get yellow paint on my helmet so bad. last year when we played them a big boy crushed me and i hurt my ankle. i was really hoping he was a freshman last year so i could get some payback. I woke up the morning of the game put some makeup on and a mask that looked very human like and went to school. i told everyone that i was an exchange student and would only be there for two days.