Here I go, down my stairs to ask a question that I know for sure my mom will throw a fit about. There I am in our living room standing three feet away from my frightening mom. She asks, “What do you want?” I stand there not wanting to ask the question, hesitating for a second or two and then I finally spill out the words “ Would it be okay if I skip Friday’s volleyball tournament and cheer at the first home football game?” Of course like the strict mother she is, she says, “ No you are going to the volleyball tournament no matter what.” At this time of the year I knew she was going to say that because she doesn’t want me to cheer, she says, “It’s too much for us to pay for.” I thought to myself why in the hell can’t I skip the tournament, it …show more content…
Pacing back and forth in my massive room going through everything that just happened in that split second. Everything going round and round in circles in my brain. Should I follow my gut, or should I do what my mom insists me to do? That was the main question. What would happen if I went with my gut and not do what my mom wants me to do? Would my coaches think I am not committed enough to do that sport? Why could my mom just let me make my choices and let me learn from my mistakes? All of these questions were making my head want to explode. I only had a few hours to choose what I wanted to do and so many pros and cons. There were so many awful consequences too. Volleyball I am a senior and am going to be a captain, but if I go to the football game would that drop me down to nothing. For cheer would I have the consequences of being the only returner in the back row. If I made the choice my mom wants me to do that mean I would be back row and that would be embarrassing. My gut kept on telling me to just skip that one day of the volleyball tournament and go to that football game that I have been waiting for all summer. I had a few hours to think of what I should do so I took all the time I could to make my decision. Yah, I like volleyball more, but cheer rubbed off on me and I am starting to like cheer the same as I like
Showing grit is a common thing for all people in sports, but one that has really stuck to me was middle school football to now. When seventh grade football started, Coach was looking at kids for certain positions and he said my name first. I instantly perked up ready to get any position on the team, but when he said I was playing second team center I was crushed. I never played on the line before. I was tall and skinny, not big and bulky.
After the first practice I told my mom I wanted to quit. I told her they were beginners and I need a more advanced team to show off my skills. My mother asked me if it was really was that bad and then I told her, “It was worse than that.” Then my mom kicked me of
I waited by the dance room door for what felt like hours, waiting to see if I made the varsity cheer team. The feeling of both nervousness and excitement overcame me as the coach walked over to the door to post the numbers of the few who made it. The past nine years of my life I played softball year round when I decided to trade in my bat and helmet for a set of pom-poms and a bow. Making the switch from softball to cheer was a big change, I had neither the skill nor physical capability to do what the sport of cheer incorporated.
"Guys Only, Ladies Forbidden. So you should leave. " As my mouth hung open dumbfounded, the same boys started and protest with the coaches in an attempt for me to not play. It worked.
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.
I thought about what we were doing in class that day and I was more for the game than I was for class, sorry; no offense to the class but I would have never thought that I would be able to go to the game. Plus, I would get field side access, free food, and a chance to even participate in the game.
I have played volleyball for six years now. Our volleyball season can revenue three months longer. This past season I was on the junior varsity team. In the upcoming season I will be playing on the varsity team. These teams prepare myself for my future because they help me learn how to collaborate with others.
Knowing that I tried, that I did something in an effort, it truly comforts me. At the end of the day, I’d greatly admire a spot on the Academic Bowl Team, since my capabilities are (in my opinion) on par. Thank you so very much for taking your time to read this, and I will be happy no matter what your decision is for
As a little boy I had big dreams of playing football. When I was walking in the halls of the intermediate and middle school and saw the high school football players with their jerseys on, they were like super stars. I looked up to them because I wanted to be like them. The high school football players were popular, they were happy, and they were important to the school. Going to the football games on Friday nights was the highlight of my week.
Adrenaline pulsing through my body and anxiety filling up in my stomach, I quickly throw on my football gear and head out to the practice field. It’s a nice hot day in Ocala, Florida, with the sun beating down on our necks, we stand side by side in line waiting to be picked to play second, third, or fourth string in a play. Waiting in anticipation, each of us grinding our teeth, watching first string pure athletes colliding against each other like gladiators to have possession of a ball made at one-time of “pig’s skin”. To some people, the game of American football makes no sense, whether it’s the idea of trying to protect a ball or running and passing it to make a goal for your team. People like this, see the concept of football and understand why millions of people love it; but to them the sport is pointless and causes way too many casualties.
The first time on a football field and i was very hyped about it cause i got to play and the coach put me as starter because i was the biggest one on the field. The very first play we got sacked but are left lineman didn't stop the ball they got pushed over and we got sacked. The ball was on the 25 yard line and we were trying to get to the fifteen yard line to get the first down and we were short 10 yards but we could still get cause if we work hard you play hard.
Initially, my mind was set to join the soccer team. However, I found out there weren’t any openings available. The only team that had an opening was The Cross Country Team. I was terrified…my parents encouraged me to join as there wasn’t an option not to.
I knew I would become close with my team since I spent so much time with them, but then I realized even once volleyball was over, they would still be my family. This year as varsity setter, I knew I had to take on the responsibility of leadership. I did not realize however, that I would become the team mom at the same time. My responsibility was to make sure everyone on my team kept their heads up and stayed confident because I believed in them.
I felt that I was the worst on the team and that because I was so terrible, no one would like me. After only one practice I was ready to give up. I did not want to put in the effort. Fortunately, my parents forced me to continue with the team. I arrived the next day with an intense
Football had a major impact on my life, playing football helped me to communicate with others creating an brotherly bond with my fellow teammates. Playing this sport taught me a lot like size doesn't matter, it's all about hard work and dedication like it's your last time playing on the field. Football showed me how to be mentally and physically strong, to be a leader and lead by example. This sport became apart of my life being apart of the community and making my town happy, I love playing this sport and being with my teammates because even when there is time it's an easy day my teammates always push me to do my best so I can get better every time I'm on the field. Football helped me to care about others and to do what I have to help my