I don’t remember much about the experience, but I do recall loving it. My mom would come sit to watch me and an hour later it was already time to leave, but I never wanted to. When it came time for the end of year “meet” I was the only one who had gotten their one armed cartwheel and bridge. I was so proud of myself and knew I loved the sport. A grin from ear to ear stayed on my small face for the following week.
It all seemed great, but was I ready or would I ever be ready to see people in their worst days? It took me a whole year in college to realize that firefighting was something I did not want to pursue. Desperately looking for a new major, I started to consider teaching, but purely for selfish reasons. However, somewhere during my second year of college, there was a significant spark that led me to want to pursue teaching for a different reason. In high school, sports were everything, maintaining a good GPA was crucial.
Growing up, I spent most of my time playing sports and trying to stay active as much as possible. As I got older, I became more serious with field hockey, and I was determined to make the varsity team my junior year of high school. All summer I spent working on my stick skills on the field, and my endurance in the gym in order to do everything I could to make the varsity squad. When tryouts started in the end of August, I hadn’t performed the way I wanted to, and girls I thought had no chance of making the team, played so well over the three days. However, I was hopeful I still had a shot on the varsity roster.
The first day of elementary school is a monumental memory for children and their parents. The aroma of cinnamon rolls filled the air as my mom prepared me for my first day as a kindergartener. My pink sparkly bookbag sits next to the door beside my new light up velcro tennis shoes. My mom opted to buy me the velcro shoes because she did not know how I would be able to tie my shoes utilizing only my left hand. Chris is my older brother and he was going to be starting fourth grade at Highland Elementary School.
My freshman year of high school Coach Specht was the assistant soccer coach. At tryouts he told me that I would have a bright future as a player and could possibly play varsity as a freshman. Throughout the year, I keep putting in the time and finally half way through the season, I got my chance to play my first varsity game. This showed me that he really believed in my skill, to put a freshman in against mostly juniors and seniors. Not many coaches will risk putting someone that young on the field.
Everyone has had that one life lesson or moral that they have learned one time or another. It might be “don’t judge a book by it’s cover,” or “when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade.” Mine happened to be “winning isn’t everything.” I learned my important life lesson on May 6, 2017. I remember the bright lights and the roaring crowd as my team and I walked on stage for what would be my last cheerleading competition. I was having mixed emotions; I was anxious because it would be the last time cheering with people I love, and I was afraid of messing up. I looked at my friend Landry and said, “We got this!” She looked at me and smiled.
Personal Narrative My eighth grade year has barely started. I have never tried doing sports in school, so i figured i tried something new. So i joined flag football just to see how it is, I was nervous at first on how it was going to turn out, but after a while of practicing I was very comfortable with going everyday after school to practice. One day, the P.E. teacher announced, “Alright guys you’re all soon be going to High School, which means it will soon be time to apply for sports in High School.” This was exciting for me because after weeks of practicing flag football, I kind of felt like playing real football in high school.
Then as my junior year came around my next sticking moment came. As seen in the picture my junior year I was finally on varsity. I didn’t expect to play or contribute much, I was just happy to be on the team. The third game rolls around and were playing one of the best teams in the league, if not the state. So, i 'm expecting to go in once were down by thirty or so and i 'll have fun playing the garbage minutes.
Because of this hard work, I lettered varsity my freshman year at Crown Point, and I was placed on the varsity Munster volleyball team. I have been on the most successful club team around. We have gotten third place at our national tournament two years in a row, and also won our national tournament one year. People say “you do not know what you have had, until you have lost it.” The meaning of this quote has become appallingly clear, as it has become my reality. Up until now, I have always taken volleyball for granted.
"sure, we have Gym together first period right?" she can see madison 's smile falter "Yeah actually, we do. Jesus, who thought Gym class first thing in the morning was a good idea, i can barely walk for the first few hours of school..." she does a fake buckle with her knees as if shes suddenly unable to stand. both of them let out strained laughs, as Casey rakes a hand through her own messy hair. "alright then" Casey starts "We better go before your legs give out beneath you, you paraplegic drama queen" Madison sticks a tongue out in response, and tags alongside her best friend through the slightly less clogged hallways.
I play to have time to myself to think, I play with family and friends for fun, and I play to hone my skills and be the best possible contender I can be when it comes to the competition side. So when I think about my personal biggest failure that I can recall, I would have to say golf is involved. My team at school is very good, we have heated tryouts every year just to make the team. As a freshman our golf team won state and I feel like that really set the tone for what was expected of the rest of us for our high school years. My sophomore year in school we had a completely new group besides a few of us, so we basically we 're starting from scratch, just because we were young though we wouldn 't consider this a "building year".
It is the morning before all of the Frisco Independent School District tennis teams face off to see who will be the best in singles and doubles. The weather is nice and it will quickly rise to the mid-90s. I cannot wait to get to school to see my team mates and play my final match for Wakeland High School Tennis team. I have been preparing for this match for seven years, without realizing the full affects. It all started on the second week of seventh grade, I had joined tennis as my physical education credit because I did not want to do girls athletics or regular physical education.
ILHS varsity cheer coach Erin McConnell said that although they will not be competing this year, she’s looking forward to growing her squad’s talent, the reputation of the program and encouraging the girls to be good role models in the community. Staying busy hosting their annual youth cheer camp, ILHS varsity squad is focused on doing their best for football season and helping the youth learn “big girl cheers.” “With a few great tumblers this year, we’re working on stunts to keep the crowd involved and increase school spirit,” McConnell said. ILHS cheer squad: Claire Chapman, Macy Chassereau, Kayla Custer, Lauren Cvitkovic, Chandler Gladu, Crystal Johnson, Cassidy Kraft, Amber Lennox, Caitlyn Loughry, Jada Penn, Baylee Rowland, Joey Sorce and Sara
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.
“Let’s turn theses flabs into abdominis then.” I told myself. I was relieved, the only problem I had of not being in shape could be easily solved by running in the morning before school. The only thing I needed was my parent’s permission. And since I really had my mind on making and joining the track team this year, I really needed this “OK” from my parents to put my plan into effect. After dinner,