Advocates for the NCAA claim that student athletes should not get paid because academics come first and sports are extra-curricular activities. However, the statistics do not back up the NCAA’s core values. For example, the NCAA Basketball Tournament requires up to 6 missed classes, many nationally televised games are played on weeknights, and this year the Florida State football team missed the first day of spring classes due to the national championship. Obviously, the NCAA is very concerned with the education of student athletes but it also seems as if the NCAA puts increasing revenue and publicity ahead of the importance of
It was hard for me to do that for the first two months I would be missing lots of class due to all the soccer games we would travel to and not having lots of spare time for me to do homework since we would practice every day and that would take lots of time out of my day. Also my GPA is something I should have kept up with more I learned that it is better off to start off as a freshman with a high GPA and maintain it than to try to bring up a low GPA. Once I add more classes to my GPA average it will either go up or down in small increments. So it is better if I end first semester with a high GPA. Finally, I had to know when to say NO.
I have always had extenuating circumstances that have put things before an investment in myself. I have decided that it is finally time to make me and my education the priority. When I was in high school my parents separated and I needed to work. I didn’t get to participate in many clubs and groups and limited my time to school; Wrestling witch had a four hour practice every day plus matches and tournaments, and working forty hours a week. My education suffered as a result.
My sister being a junior at the time and me being a 5th grader, our next year of school would be a big one for the both of us. My family during this time, had many tough decisions that had to be made being that we were not ready to leave and give up my sister’s high school experience in her senior year. My dad, needing to be there for work within the little time of knowing made my family go through many sacrifices, being without a dad for a complete year and going through the struggle to balance that feeling of stress with school and depression. My dad being gone to a place that I would soon live made my mind wonder what Kentucky is like and how is it different? What were the cultural differences that I will experience and how will it bind in with my background of Louisiana?
I enter this fall semester a seasoned veteran of the drum line, having been on the line since my sophomore year. Last year was rough to say the least, and I intend to make this my best year yet. We lost a lot of people coming into this season, either through graduated seniors, or people who left the program. One of the people who decided to leave was my best friend. This was hard for me to take, and I am still adjusting to life in band without her.
My first semester of college was quite rough, as early on a tumor was found in my mom’s hip. I was forced to drive home and help my mother and family out, making my transition into college extremely difficult for a while. My two Q drops my first semester were not because of my inability to understand the work, for when I retook calculus I got an 89 in it, but rather the difficulty I had dealing with this tough time and transitioning into college. Sadly, I also had to use two Q drops last semester with some scheduling issues with my afternoon classes because of that business I was running to pay for my tuition and necessities. I had to make a sacrifice here due to the fact that majority of my family 's money has been going towards medical expenses and my dad had lost his job.
It took me what seem like forever to be able to live out my dream of coming back to Texas Tech University. I told myself from the beginning of my college career that no matter what happens I will finish where I started not knowing what would soon happen. During second semester of my freshman year my father lost his leg due to an accident. Those times were the hardest not only for him but also for our family. My father lost his job, my mother had to work more and I made the choice to go back home to help out financially.
I continued my career throughout high school. My sophomore year was coming to an end, but unfortunately I was unable to practice due to the fact that I tore my hamstring. I was required to attend practices, and prepare for my return. Coaches were thinking about changes for next year, while getting us ready for nationals. Word on the mat was that requirements to make varsity were advancing.
Football now is very different than it was when I was a kid. In highschool, it is not all fun and games, it is business. I work my butt off all year. In the off season I worked out almost every day, and during the season I push myself as hard as I can in practice to become better. To be honest, it can suck and I felt like quitting after my sophomore year, but I reminded myself how much it meant to me.
The meets leading up to senior state hadn’t been going very well for me and I found myself stuck with the same times I had been going all season. I had two and a half hours of practice every day and six days a week and I still wasn’t getting the results I wanted. I couldn’t understand what I was doing wrong and it often left me feeling defeated and distressed. Every single time I would come home from a bad meet my dad would say to me how I can’t expect to get faster in a race if I do the same thing every time to prepare me for one. He would often tell me that if what I was doing wasn’t working then I needed to try something else in order to get something else as a result.
I continued to press forward, completing my sophomore class president speech weeks ahead of time and even laminating it several days before speech day in an effort to present myself in a professional light. Unfortunately, despite my copious preparation, I lost again. Devastated, I refused to speak to the new class president for about a week following the results; however, I eventually re-befriended the latter and vicariously threw myself into preparing for the following year’s
When school ended in June of 2015 I wanted to continue on to my senior with the rest of my classmates. I wanted to move on like nothing had happened but I knew deep in my heart that I was not prepared for my senior year. For a good time after the decision to repeat my junior year, I looked at it as a failure. I hold myself to high standards and I could I not believe that I would have this “blemish” on my record. I was angry at myself for even being depressed in the first place and I felt like I had failed the basic requirements of being a human being.
I attended classes regularly, but lacked in effort and ended up barely passing or failing most of my classes. At the end of my junior year I even heavily considered dropping out for online school. I left my own home, and was living with my aunt and uncle for six months. I got kicked out of football, my favorite hobby. In April of my junior year, this all changed.