The time I almost got cut from the basketball team.the first day of tryouts I didn’t come because I didn’t have my physical at the time.but when I got it I was there and lots of people were and only fifteen could qualify. On the first day all we had to do was shoot and show our form. But we did do something a little fun you had to get a partner and perform some moves on him. So the coach said “go” me and my partner which was Robert. Raced down the basketball court. As soon as we reached the basketball goal. I did a really quick move called the hop step. With a reverse layup at the end.After that I looked at the coaches and they looked down at their papers and called me over. One of the coaches asked how good am i with my left hand. I answered
B is for basketball. Basketball is a huge part of my life. I have played basketball since I was five. I played a lot of it with my friends and with leagues. Shooting hoops, doing layups, and playing lightning was the way I spent most of my summer days. I love basketball.
It was in fourth grade when I started playing golf frequently. I would always run off into my backyard, drop my ball in the giant divot I usually play from, and start hitting the ball towards my golf flag. It was just a hobby at the time. I wasn’t super serious about trying to go to tournaments, nor was I trying to become like Tiger Woods. I just wanted to play the game. As fifth grade came along, I learned that there was a high school golf team. I never really set goals in my life at the time, but it had finally came to the point where I set one: to make the golf team when I enter high school.
Dealing with all the pressures of the intensity of a basketball game can fly through my head and cause me to turn into someone that is out of character for me. The game winds down with only five minutes left on the clock, crunch time approaches and the team looks at me to help guide them to a championship. The score is tied all at sixty-five, and I have had the best game of my whole basketball career. Once I realize the game falls in my hands I am suddenly playing the worst game in my life, allowing the opponent to score three consecutive times against me and turning the ball over twice. The tension caused me to allow the other team to narrow down the score and have a high chance of winning the championship. My coach read struggles in my facial
Clemson vs. NC State was the first college football game I had ever gone to; I remember how excited I was to watch Clemson beat NC State. My step sister Emmaline was a student at Clemson obtained six free tickets that would normally cost five-hundred dollars. My family and I had just driven four hours to watch our favorite football team compete. I expected Clemson to win with ease and was thrilled to finally see them play. Little did I know that it would be filled with new experiences, intense moments, and even become a yearly family tradition.
I have been playing soccer since before I could even walk. In fact, I joined my first soccer team at the age of five. Soccer is something I have always loved and been passionate about. When I was on the co-ed recreation league teams I was one of the only girls on my team, so I had to compete with boys who doubted me and thought I was weak. I worked hard during practice and out of practice to become better and, eventually, I became more aggressive than them. My eighth-grade year, I tried out for the school’s co-ed soccer team and was confident that I would make the team. During the three hard days of try-outs, I pushed myself to improve each day and received several compliments from the coaches. On the last day, the head coach pulled me aside to tell me
Making it to the national high school rodeo finals is something I will never forget. Nationals is the biggest youth rodeo in the world and is made up of over 1,500 contestants. Each contestant competes in 2 rounds and possibly a short round depending on how well they do. Making nationals had always been a dream of mine and last year I achieved that. I made it in the cutting horse division and to do so I had to be one of the top four girls in the state of Oklahoma. Although nationals didn?t turn out as well as I had hoped it was an honor to have competed against the best in the world.
Air ball— again. My form was lost, coordination gone, and so was my patience. I’ve stopped playing basketball for 3 months mainly because of school work and things going on in my life. I was determined to get my skills back no matter how long it’ll take. I started a game of basketball with other people inside the gyms court. As soon as I got the ball, I started to race down the court pounding the ball as I was dribbling. I squared up facing the hoop getting ready to take my shot. I raised my arm up, releasing the ball with my fingertip with poor form and arc. The ball went flying towards the hoop very fast. The sound of the net went swoosh but, sadly it was an air ball. Unfortunately, I lost the basketball game for us; the people on the
I was in Flowood, Alabama in late June for my baseball State Championship game. I was with my friend on the baseball team, my mom and dad, my brothers, sister, and grandparents. It was like a 4 hour road trip. During the road trip we ate at chick-fil-a. Also, when we got to the hotel, we got situated and then went swimming and ate supper.
I have grown as an academic student in college and career readiness, as displayed through my English 101 class. This was my third college class on the campus of Los Angeles Mission College, so I thought I was prepared and ready. Yet in my English 101 class I had to come up with my own prompts for my essays and merely came into class to listen to lectures on the basics of English. This was the first class that the teacher did not give me the rules on what to do for the assignment, I had to come up with it myself. Professor Diaz-Cooper did not hand out How-To papers or grading rubrics - she expected us to know and acquire all this information on our own. When I turned in my first paper, I received a “D” for not having proper MLA format. She told
My heart was beating a thousand times a minute I was thrilled. I was starting to gain confidence in myself and in my game. About 3 months later our winter practicing began on the way there my dad told me,
H is for hop. The worst kind of ball I like to field is the one that gives you that sudden hop at the end of it. My favorite sport to play is baseball. I love everything about it (yes, even the hop). I play pitcher and I do a little bit of second. A couple of years ago, my team made it to state, that was also my first year I played for the Cal Ripkin ball team. It was a lot of fun there. My dad and I stayed at an inn while a few other guys stayed at a church or another hotel. That year state was early and I got to celebrate my birthday in Garden City. My dad and I went while my mom and sister stayed behind and held down the fort. When we weren 't playing my father and I did a countless number of things. These things included, going
I had always wanted to go hunting with my dad when I was young. Every year he would leave home and come back two or three days later with a deer or two. I asked him if he would take me with him, but he would always tell me that I had to be a little bit older. Finally when I was 8 my dad asked me if I wanted to go first season shotgun hunting with him, and of course after waiting for many years, I quickly answered with a loud yes.
It was a cold November morning in the valley of Cowan, when I fired my first shot. It was a smooth and clean feeling after I pulled the trigger. I than saw the deer hunker as the slug hit its side, and it began to run away from us. Dad, knowing I had made a good shot, still decided to jump out of the blind window to end the animals suffering. Unfortunately, when his foot caught, it was all over from then. Once, I was inside the blind and the next I was in the cold crisp air. I then saw Dad on the ground cursing himself for jumping through the window.
It was the day of basketball tryouts for AYBA, and the tryouts were in the front gym at St.Amant middle school. Two weeks after basketball tryouts I had my first practice. I met my coaches their names were coach Daniel and coach Jake. I also met my teammates their names were Bailey, Braille, Drew, Taylor, Emma, Kristen, Anglesey, and Makayla.