It was a cold, snowy day. Jakey, Scott and I got ready to go to school. Jakey was 17, I was 14, and scott was 20. Jakey and I had to go to school while our dad was dropping off Scott for a College interview for MIT. We didn’t take the bus that day because of how cold it was at the bus stop, so our dad drove us to school. On the way to school, Jakey and I got into a friendly argument on who would win that nights hockey game. It was The Jets vs Wild game. The Wild were Jakeys favorite team and the Jets were mine. “The Jets are extremely bad, there is no way they will beat the Wild”, he said. The argument got heated and I accidentally kicked the back of my dad seat hard. The roads were extremely icy and we went flying into the ditch. I would regret that moment for the rest of my life. *****
About a year ago, my dad got into a a very severe mountain biking accident. My 11 year old brother was with him and he called my mom and I for help. We could tell on the phone that he was panicked and afraid. So I grabbed the first aid kit and we rushed to the car and drove to where they had been riding. When we pulled up to the dirt parking lot we saw my little brother, he was shirtless and waving his arms for us. My mom and I later found out the shirt was used to help control my dads bleeding from the accident. We trekked for over a mile to where my dad was. I prepared my self for the worst because so far we had no details on what had happened, just that it wasn 't good. My mom and I turned a corner on the trail, and saw him. His whole face
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. Coming from the most us who love the sport, it’s not the worry of getting hurt that you mainly
Ever since I arrived at the high school, there has been one man that was my teacher, coach and friend when I needed one. This is coming from a person you really wouldn’t expect to be be this person in your life. Coach Minnich, Mr. Minnich, Ryan Minnich, (only off school grounds). The high school life has been a struggle, but he has made it a little easier.
When I was moved down I hated the sport of football and I could not quit because I wouldn't be allowed to play the next season. I went to practice and watched all my friends play on the varsity with envy. I was anti-social on the field and made the other Junior Varsity players fear me when it was time to start practicing. The varsity had won one district game and the last game determined playoffs.They lost and it ended my hope of being on the varsity team my junior
Nothing hurts more than being excluded. I learned this the hard way my sophomore year. This is a story about my high school lacrosse team. Most of my friends are on the team so we’ve become very close after playing together since the seventh grade. We play lacrosse in the backyard almost everytime we’re together.
Through the constant harassment from the player I realized that I had to take some course of action to prevent myself from falling victim to this for the rest of the year. I could not earn respect by playing soccer because I was not a starter for the team nor did the seniors support me, hence the situation I was in. I realize they may have been a better way to go about this but I felt hopeless and frustrated with all the continuous bullying that I could no longer stand it. Due to this whole semester of bullying from this player I had a strong sense of dissent towards the players on team not allowing me to have a team bond that I experienced before this year. I hindered greatly from having confidence of myself which ultimately led me to have a indifferent beginning to my high school career. Following that year I made sure every season returning to soccer in the fall, that all freshman and new players were welcomed and felt like this team was a group of people they could count on no matter
It was a cool day in the Poconos Mountains, we had made a reservation to go white water rafting. The next morning we had to wake up extra early to eat breakfast so we weren’t late for our trip. When my parents said, “were going white water rafting” I thought we were going straight down to the river , but of course it wasn’t.
It was six o 'clock at the Friendswood junior high mustang field I was playing strong safety and I had to cover the extra receiver they brought out by the snap I was already beating my man and the next thing I know the ball was sailing my way straight to me. I am 13 years old and I am on the Friendswood junior high C-football team I am a second string slot receiver and starting strong safety and I 'm also a second string strong side linebacker it was our last game of the season,so we really wanted to go out on the win or a record for the season was one way in five losses and one tie,we hadn 't had a great season so we especially wanted to go out on a win. We got the ball first on kick off and we made a touchdown on the first few drives.On
The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls contains many themes throughout the entire book. Jeannette’s book is nonfiction and it is all about the struggles she faced growing up. Both of her parents struggled to keep a job because her father was an alcoholic and her mother was lazy. Because her parents could not hold jobs, they were unable to provide things for Jeannette and her siblings. As the kids were growing up and attending school, they were constantly digging through garbage cans to find food. While the kids were young, they did not really know any better so they never actually tried to talk to their parents about those things. As they grew older, the kids, Lori and Jeannette especially, started to notice that their parents were struggling
On September 11, 2001 it was early morning and I was sick so my dad had me go to work with him because my mom couldn’t watch me. Something terrible happened this day though. People were going to work to the trade center where my dad worked. My dad had arrived a little late to his meeting, we had both thought the was our biggest problem of the day. Boy, we were both wrong!
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
Ever since I was a toddler, I loved sports. Baseball, basketball, it did not matter; I just liked to run. When I was around 4 or 5, I was in the living room watching the Steelers play the Cardinals and saw Santonio Holmes grab a game winning touchdown to win the Superbowl. I was so excited that I jumped up in the air and I told my dad, “Daddy when I grow up I want to play football and I want to score a lot of touchdowns just like 10 does.”
My nerves were racing in my stomach to no end. I’m wondering if everything is ok? Will everything be as I planned? I couldn 't stop thinking what might happen. Thoughts were running wild as I thought about my team going on to play without me. I couldn 't figure out why I had to let the team handle the game without me. I had played with them all season and some for a few previous years and when they needed me the most, all I was able to do was watch from a TV. I hated the feeling of helplessness that I had, but at the same time I knew there was nothing I could do about it.
Being a senior and this might be my last time on the field ever again I gave everything that I have every time I stepped on the field putting my blood and sweat into it. Staying in the gym late waking up in the the morning to workout even when I don't have to. Playing football showed me to not be selfish, to give my time back to the community volunteering for the road race and to help out the community. I became a leader not not giving into any negative influences and to always stay positive, being by my brother's side even when times seem to be bad to leave no man behind. I remember when trash was left on the bus we all had got punished coach had taught an important lesson to not be selfish to think about the team we all had go punished for that even though it was because of one person this showed how if anything happens it is not on one person but it's on everyone because we our a team win or lose as a team. Football became a passion for me, football describes who I am, football became my life, football made me the person who I am, football is