The ultimate team at my school has been a generally successful program, participating in the Division I High School State Championships every year and performing extremely well. However, as an underclassman, I played on the junior varsity team, and captained it my sophomore year. As a captain, I knew my team’s potential and led them to the number two seed in the annual Division II cities tournament. However, despite having a talented roster, crucial losses put us in fifth place. I went home that day feeling like I had let down the entire program.
That I was mad at myself for ignoring the pain, for trying to push past it, which resulted in my needing a cast. Something always hurts during a race, my lungs, my arms, my shins, or my knee. It made it even worse, however, when I missed the championship of cross country and the trip to Federations, knowing that it was partially my fault. I made a countdown for my cast, spending my days wishing it would come off sooner, and appreciating the fact that it was not permanent. All of these things brought me to a realization that will be with me, throughout the rest of my
Denial is unheathly and could really destroy you inside. A personal example I have about denial is last quarter I was going through depression and I was denial about it . I was so depress that I was doing negative things to m body like over eating , sleeping and crying. I didn’t really want to tell anyone because I didn’t want to be judge. I finally decided to go to couseling at CSI and it worked out for the better because my counselor is great, Resfusing to the truth that you know can really hurt you inside that why I choose
In the beginning of my freshman year of school, the Guard program was not strong but because I wanted to join, I started to build the program. This building process taught me that if you’re willing to work hard for something then you can succeed. The summer after my sophomore year I attended the Drum Major Academy. Looking back I can't believe how many lessons I learned. My first day of
Before my dad’s death in 1989 I had suffered from mental, sexual, and physical abuse at different times, from different people. I blamed him for not stopping it, for not saving me, and his death added to my pile of excuses to fail. An alcoholic right from the start, I learned how to drink like the pros around me: as fast as I could until the bottle was empty. I found this fun and the lack of accountability was empowering. I hated being weak and I especially hated being the victim, so I became manipulative, and took advantage of the weakness of others.
The next year I signed up for my second complete season and we came out victorious yet again. I have now been through two full seasons and nearing the end of my tenth grade year. Our drum major was graduating and our directors announced that they were holding auditions. I had an interest in auditioning, I wanted to try something new. Being only my second year and also being in the percussion section I didn 't think my chances of getting the position were great.
An experience in my life that was an achievement was me becoming the captain of the Color guard team and holding that position since my freshman and sophomore year. (It not only accomplished getting over certain fear, but it helped me become a better performer whether on an academic level or something extra.) For one thing, An experience in my life that I feel that has been very meaningful to me so far is my achievement with color guard. I began Color Guard my freshman year at Fort Pierce Westwood High School. I never wanted to or even thought about Color Guard until the summer when my parents made me come to band camp; even then I didn’t want to do it.
His relationships with his six children were profoundly strained due to his abuse when they were children, resulting in him dying with few family members near. These and examples like these affect thousands of individuals every day. Lack of and improper treatment for individuals suffering from mental illness is what defines under served communities to me.
I had put more hours into the gym than anyone else and it was not paying off. I was not getting the playing hours I felt I deserved, we were not winning games, we had awful practices, nothing was going the way it was supposed to go. Multiple conference games into the season we had a very rough locker room talk and I left the gym in tears questioning whether I wanted to continue playing. The next day one player quit and I tried as well with another one of my teammates. After a heartfelt conversation with my coach and teammates, I made the decision to keep on pushing through.
My whole life I had dealt with the struggle of being half deaf, and my reward was their mocking words. The days that followed I thought over this. At first I was upset, but over the course of a few days i accepted it. Those boys were mean but they are only mean to feel better about themselves. I decided to let go of all the wrongs people have and will do against me.