“GOAL!” My final kick as a U-14 soccer player ended the game with a score of 3-2. With that game, the team ended its season in second place, a great accomplishment for this motley bunch. As the season came to a close, and we were awarded our trophies, I was already looking ahead to high school. For years I knew that I would attend Bishop Hendricken High School, a school well-known for its soccer team. I would try out for the team and play soccer all four years. This expectation carried me to “hell week,” as dozens of students strive to attain one of the coveted spots on the soccer team. As feet pounded the ground, and bodies impacted, as the green and gold ball bounced from player to player, I felt at home. And then it all came crashing down. I had progressed well, passing the first and second cuts with seeming ease. As the third day of scrimmages approached, I felt a slight soreness in my ankle. Halfway through the second scrimmage of the day, I was exhausted and could feel the sore tension in my ankle festering. The thought of sitting out flashed through my mind, but was quickly overcome by the overwhelming desire to get through this game and make the team. This desire, however, would be my downfall. In the final minutes of the game, while I was running up the right wing, dead-set on finishing this …show more content…
It was as simple as that. A love for harmony, both in music and in life washed over me. It was this love that guided me through my freshman year of high school. My artistic side grew, expanding past simply the choral arts. As the spring approached, excitement grew in the arts department. Intrigued by this sudden clamor, I sought out an explanation from a friend. I learned that the spring musical, Guys & Dolls, was fast approaching. Always one for building and technology, I decided to join the technical theater crew. That simple action was one of the most valuable actions I could have ever
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The first two tryouts came and I was fairly confident I would make the team, but waiting for that email was one of the most nerve-wracking times in my life. I was sitting in my bed, waiting for the email to show up. I was a river of sweat. My heart was beating while I opened the message; Congratulations on making the boys soccer team; I was ecstatic and couldn’t wait to start the season.
While soccer is singled out as one of my very strong passions, I find myself playing harder and smarter during school soccer. With the help of Craig Rocastle, former professional soccer player and the current coach of Seaman High School, we are undergoing one of the best seasons Seaman High has ever had. Presently after seven games we have yet to face defeat; furthermore, Rocastle pushes our team to the limits and states, “We will fly, I am proud of our season so far but there is still another level in us.” As our team enter each game with new mentalities and expectations we are; in fact, becoming a better team while also handling the task at hand and winning the game.
“Congratulations, this is the 2013-2014 Mission Vista Men’s Varsity Soccer team.” I still remember the words coming out of my high school coach’s mouth as he spoke to the new varsity team after tryouts. I was the shortest and one of the youngest players on the team, but my passion for the game was not any less than anyone on the team. I was one of the only three sophomores on the team with a team dominated by juniors and seniors.
This is the reminiscence of my first soccer game that I refereed. I was volunteering for the local soccer league as they needed assistance. As a fourteen-year old, I did not know what to expect. All I could think about was the roaring of the parents, and how much pressure was on my shoulders to make the right calls. It was ironic since I was refereeing a game for thirteen-year old players.
I was lost. Friends were not at my disposal. Time was in abundance. Thoughts was all i had. Freshman through Christmas break of my sophomore year I attended Berks Catholic High School, but before that I graduated from a feeder school named Scared Heart School.
Then, tragedy struck the team; three of our fastest girls were injured and out for the season. Now, I wasn’t happy about them being sidelined, but it did finally give me a chance to recover my placement from the beginning of sophomore year. I wanted to help lead the team to state, and with what my coach had previously said, it didn’t appear to be too far out of my reach. However, “too far” should have been followed by an asterisk, as my season soon spiraled out of my
A failure can be a downward spiral or a setback turning into a benefit. When athletes experience head trauma, they only recover a little, which might end their career early or other times people never recover. In the case of my four month concussion, there are residual mental and physical problems. For me, this challenge helped me develop as a person than will work harder and strive for the best in my academics. Running onto the field, I can 't believe we won it - the High School Girls ' Rugby Championship.
Through the adversities that accompany senior year, I have worked hard to propel my academic career, develop my leadership, and to have a successful soccer season. I recently had a conversation with the instructional superintendent, Anthony Smith, and he equated high school with a 400 meter race. As the race concludes and fatigue attacks, I continue to sprint towards my objectives. In the first semester, I applied to seven universities and I was admitted to all of them. I decided and committed to Colorado State University.
During the past few years, I have had many volunteer and leadership opportunities both in and outside of school. Truth be told, I’ve never been the most outgoing person, but many of these opportunities have helped me to step outside my comfort zone, and take leadership various situations. Through my volunteering experiences, I’ve learned many lessons. I believe that going to Archbishop MacDonald high school will continue to push me outside my comfort zone and become a great leader in my community.
Above all, soccer has taught me that the mastery of a skill can only be attained through prolonged dedication and persistence. Playing alongside the Vaughan and Richmond Hill soccer clubs, I have grown to appreciate the journey to the top as much as I do the final victory itself. The Canadian Soccer League and Lake Simcoe championship trophies, composed of stainless nickel and rouge ribbons, are meaningless without the hard work and consistent practice sessions needed to win them. All in all, soccer can provide a sense of diligence, especially to the youth, which is what motivated me to run a soccer program for students
By the time I was thirteen I had been playing soccer in my city for nine years, and saw it as no more than a social event with running. I was never on the team that won the championship until 2013. When I showed up for the first practice all I saw was older girls, which made me nervous and anxious. I didn’t know it then, but these eight girls that I just met would be a big part of my life for the next five years. The day we won the championship was a turning point in my life.
Nothing was more important to me than was getting on that field and impressing the coaching staff of the freshman team, after all I didn’t come to any of the summer practices because I was out of the country in Dubai with my uncle for the summer and also stopped by Sudan to visit my grandpa. I had no choice but to go there and work harder than anyone else out there. The School day is over and I’m heading over to the
I wish I could include a picture of me playing soccer with this essay because that was all I did from age five to fifteen. Soccer was life for ten years so most people are surprised to hear that the fall of my senior year in high school I will Captain of my high school Cross Country team. How I became Captain of a running sport is an accomplishment I never saw coming. If you had asked me in elementary school, middle school, or even my first two years of high school if I would do anything but play soccer I would have said never. I am the youngest of three boys.
Through two of my most favorite things at Mendocino High School; soccer and my yearbook class, I have been able to grow exponentially. Although I’ve been playing soccer since the age of seven, it has especially been a tremendous part of my life the last two years. The end of my sophomore year, myself and a few close friends rallied for a soccer team, due to the fact that our school hadn’t had a boy’s or girl’s team in years. Once all our work paid off and we had successfully obtained a team my junior year, we were star-struck with this goal we had accomplished together. Therefore, once the season of my senior year rolled around, I began appreciating every little thing we began doing more every practice.
“Fhweeoooo! Halftime” , yelled the referee. Coming back from the field I knew that we were about to get a mouthful of yelling from Coach Vernon. Starting the game 0-2 in a championship game was not pleasant. “ WHAT WERE YOU GUYS DOING ON THE FIELD” , he yelled viciously. “ I want to see everybody on the field hustling and playing the game of soccer seriously so that we can bring home the trophy”, he said.