Soccer had helped me break out of my shell socially and provided an outlet for stress relief. My life revolved around soccer. However, in the spring of freshman year I was burning out. I had finished the fall season of high school, winter league was over and I was trying to balance spring club soccer with high school track. Without a break and feeling overwhelmed, I grew disinterested in soccer as it became a stressful environment for me as the older girls had to join our team and I was no longer seeing the field a lot.
As I was playing for that team once we had a game which was about 4 miles away from our village that the whole team had to run there because nobody had a car or anything and I used to run without even getting tired, We had won that game. Back then I moved to Syria and I didn't play that much soccer but I used to watch the games on tv, The soccer game affected the Arabic people so much which I remember this , one time I was walking through a street which there are kids on one side of the street and other on the other side one group was wearing Real Madrid shirts and the other where wearing Barcelona FC shirts so as I'm walking one guy asks me who you support Barca or Real and sometimes you have to be smart you have to think before you say so the guy was wearing Real Madrid shirt and I said Real Madrid and he celebrated he was screaming that I'm a Real fan and the others got mad so he asked me what my name was and I said Ronaldo, he didn’t believe me till he came to my house and asked my brother. When i came out to the
Reflective Narrative Imagine I was running intently down the soccer field and when I got to the goal I fired off my best shot only to realize I missed and the ball landed right in the goalies hands as if it was meant to be. Then as I walked off the field I thought to myself that would have been such an easy shot for all my other teammates but I missed. Comparing yourself is bad all in its own especially when the person you are being compared to has more experience and lots of advantages over you cause it can lower yourself esteem next time try not to compare yourself, practice, and know you tried your absolute best. Practice doesn’t make perfect in my opinion because everyone can always improve and learn to get better, even professionals. For example my brother and I play soccer.
After lunch, Ashton and his friends felt bored so they decided to play soccer. They met in the afternoon and Ashton brought his new soccer ball, which cost ten dollars, along for the game. The nearby park was closed for maintenance so Ashton led everyone to his backyard instead. After an intensive warm-up exercise, they started practising for the upcoming inter-class soccer match and were determined on winning. “We have to defeat 5 Awesome this time round,” they chanted as they kicked the ball from player to player, each hoping they would not destroy any of Ashton’s mother’s plants and vegetation.
It was August 2008, on a breezy afternoon I decided to join the soccer team nearby. I whatsoever did not know how to play soccer at all. I tried and tried to kick the ball into the goal, but it just wouldn't go. It would just keep going to either left of the goal or the right. If the ball even reached near the goal, the goalie would end up catching it.
THE THEURKAUFS As I previously stated, The MIT Varsity Soccer Team sometimes played the first game of the season against The Harvard University Varsity team. But we always played the final game against The Coast Guard Academy team, alternating between Cambridge Mass and New London Connecticut. Tom Theurkauf was a member of the MIT team, and his mother was to my knowledge, the original Soccer Mom. She never missed a game either home or away. Being the final game of the season, we ended up at their house, the game having been played nearby.
My body was telling me to give up and quit but my heart was telling me give it all that I had left. Right then in that moment I found something that no one could take away from me, that day I found my passion for the game. This November was the first time I had been back to Apple Valley Middle school in many years and it does not look the same as it did but in my head it still had the faded white walls, the worn out purple pads that were on the wall. Even with the gym being different when I walk in the gym of Apple Valley I can see the spot I was standing doubled over try to catch my breath and the sweat dripping on to the floor but though all of that I realized that day I found something to help me be
The bad thing is, is that I was bad at doing my work in school but the team needed me so bad the couches would sit me out for a quarter and then put me in for the whole game. The sad thing is was I was cool with that so I wasn’t doing my work in school but everyone was still treating me like a star.so when I got to high school I was ready to play football and all I was thinking about was football. So I wasn’t doing no work wasn’t even listening to teachers I was just doing me getting at girls and just being the class clown then I found out I couldn’t play football no more in my 10th grade because my GPA was so bad and my grades was so bad then I tried to get for real tried to do my work tried to start listening but I just didn’t learn nothing because all I knew how to do was play football.so in my head I messed up my whole life because I put sports before education .
Unlike my father, my mother is very strict. When I was a teenager, my mother would punish me for simple mistakes. I remember her spanking my brothers and me for not cleaning the dishes well. One the other hand my father do not believe in spanking children. As a child, I loved going to my father’s house for the weekend; he would let me get away with being disobedient.
Soccer has been there to distract my brother from the negative influences Chicago has on a teenager. Similarly, my parents decided to sign me up for a soccer team to prevent me from going on a wrong path. The only problem in me playing soccer was that I was too old and had no other experience than knowing how to kick the ball. Thus, many teams did not accept me for being a rookie at the sport at my eleven years of age. On the other hand, it was my determination that caught the eye of another coach that lead me to learning a very important life skill: never give up.
Being a NCAA Division II athlete during my time at American International College was blessing in disguise for me. Many people do not look at Division II college athletes in the same light as Division I athletes. Interestingly enough, unlike Division III college athletes, DII are held to the same standards and rules as Division I. We have to maintain a certain GPA, we cannot work more than 10 hours a week, we are drug tested on a monthly basis, and we endure two-a-days on a daily basis. Going into college, athletics were always first priority to me; but after being a regular starter on my soccer team entering my junior year, my priorities were completely reversed.