During my elementary school time, I had learned that this world is full of competition and you have to act out in order to stand a chance. I was quite intelligent in my classes, especially on the subject of mathematics. While I thought nothing of it,as I was bullied for that reason, my teachers saw it differently. Then, during the 4th grade, my teacher, Mr.Green, had asked me if I would like to join the school’s math field day team. At first, I wasn’t so sure, but after a few days, I was now a part of my school’s math field day team, along my twin brother, Anthony. That was a decision never regretted in my life, as it showed me that I wasn’t alone, that their were others like me, and able to make friends within my team, which in turn taught the truth of this world. Days had passed by, as my team and I were studying, working hard, and overall hanging out with each other. And then, the day of the competition was finally among us. However, I was not nervous, I was ready, confident that we would win. However, that changed as I entered Blair High School and finally meeting all of the other schools that we were up against. Once I regrouped with my teammates, we discussed on which members were in Group 1, Group 2, and as alternates. I was in Group 1, while my brother was an alternate. Once paired, it was off …show more content…
It seemed we were too confident as it turns out both groups had lost, and only medal were to earn was a 3rd place medal for the alternates, meaning my brother earned a medal while we did not. And though we may have not succeed on that day, I told myself that I will win at least once. And so, I kept up with my academic skills, especially towards my math skills, and never gave up towards my mindset. And though it may have been a while, as part of the 8th grade Eliot Middle School Math Field Day team, we had finally won. Though it may be only a bronze medal, I was happy
I had been working hard and really felt like a part of the team. The first real challenge I faced was trying to live in the shadow of my older brothers. Who both had success in their running careers. It was the third race of the year and I was running in the varsity race against our conference rival. To me, this race was a chance to prove I was an important member of the team and could possibly lead the team as captain in the future.
When it comes to sports my family has many ties to Middletown High School South. In the Going as far back as the 1980’s when my Dad attended the same high school. He was a standout wrestler for the team and was given multiple scholarships to wrestle in college. My family name is everywhere within the trophy rooms and walls of Middletown South. I am the youngest of three children with two older sisters coming through high school before me.
I often sit and think about the first time I met her, it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, a simple . A flashing red light and an annoying beep let me know upon trying to start my car that today was they day that it finally decided to give out. I could either walk the mile and a half back to my house or phone my mother who more than likely wouldn’t answer. I decided to take a seat on the poorly maintained sidewalk just beyond the front steps of Rutherford High School, the city’s pride and joy even though we haven’t won an athletic event in several years.
I drive my white Nissan maxima over the speed bumps probably a little too fast as I leave the parking lot. Once I reach the stop sign, I take a moment to turn around and look at the beautiful school building behind me. Rigby High School—I can’t believe I go there. To me, that beautiful building is almost as breathtaking as the work out I just finished; running over and over through the halls of the school because it’s too cold to run outside. What used to be a small school when I was young has seemed to grow to be competitive and quite big, and seems to grow bigger each year.
I can vividly remember the play that led up to our first goal. The skillful passes from player to player, defeating each person that tried to obstruct our one-set minds and our eyes on the goal. Our timing was perfect and our moves swift, I was baffled at the precision and skill our team used and I quickly came to understand the growth the team had reached. I can never forget the moment when we all ran in for a group hug to express our joy, it made me feel an emotion I never thought i’d feel for a school sport. Although it was just one goal and we still lost, a sort of realization came over me.
Today was the second day of the trial. A doctor testified that Peter had been sane during the school shooting, but the doctor never encountered Peter. In my point of view, people think they know the person that Peter is, by judging only from the day of the shooting. Another doctor that testified was, Dr. King Wah. This man had several interviews with Peter and concluded that Peter had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, which happened because of others continually tormenting Peter.
I didn’t make the team. I was told I displayed terrific work ethic but my baseball mechanics weren’t where they needed to be. I was distraught, how could this happen to me? Although I knew deep down this fate was inevitable, I was still awestruck. I lost all confidence in myself.
January 9th was one of the few times my fate was laid in my hands. Every servile moment spent determined my intimidation to competitors, ability and conclusively, my value. Six was the number of people that had broken to finals. Six was also the number I had worked to beat. Shikellamy wasn 't as I had envisioned it to be.
I was still in Bookman Road Elementary school my 4th grade year, I had the same teacher who taught me for my 3rd grade year Mrs. Tammie Hunter and had the same best friends. When I ended my 4th grade year at Bookman Road I was told I’m going to a different school; being young I was very confused but when the new school year started I then realized what my mother meant by a different school. That morning when school was starting I was excited, I’m going to my favorite school around my friends I felt like my 5th grade year was going to be the best year but that didn’t happen. When I was going to get ready I noticed a blue collared shirt and a plaid skirt, I was thinking to myself Bookman never had clothing like this it was a public school we
By the middle of the tournament, I was fourth place. Districts would decide the whole team and staying at fourth would only make me the alternate. The day went on and the final test’s scores hadn’t come in yet. I was tied for fourth with Erica and Tom’s sister, Isabel, was ahead of us at second. I criticized myself for ever thinking of Isabel as an easy-going senior.
Some people thought it was inspiring, but I could see other people thought I didn’t deserve to be there. It was a relief once we arrived at the locker rooms. Whiteboards with colorful markers had writing
I advanced my performance. Noticing my improvements our instructor offered me a chance to lead my own team, so I took the opportunity. I was now the leader of Garner Raider B Team. I took the time to train with my new team and I improved alongside them, we went through intense training up until the day of the competition. When we arrived, I was apprehensive, but I had a team relying on me so I put my perturbation behind me, I kept my mind focused on what was ahead.
Looking back to two choices that I had earlier, I felt strong and courageous that I didn’t give up and I was being able to succeed in both sports and
It was around the time of my freshman year, I was 14 years old, and that’s when I began to set my mind to certain things. In the past I had been swimming on a year-round team competitively, then when it came to my freshman year I joined high school swim as well. I always thought to myself that I wasn’t good enough and I could never win, or at best make a section time. However, later on that season, I realized I was good enough, because I believed in myself and set my mind to win and did not give up, and eventually my times immensely improved.
When I think back to my childhood, I recall a number of ridiculous and embarrassing memories. A reason for this must be because from a young age, I was always very competitive. To this day I love to win and be noticed for my accomplishments. Whenever I find myself in a competition, I push myself to do better than I am actually able todo. In the winter, of grade 1 I experienced a traumatic incident due to this peculiarity.