Dak asked, “why that one.” “it’s closer to my school because I want to keep together and help each other out.” They both went to the schools each other picked and still met up to talk about the game coming up and help each other out with their changes they had to make. So one game brought Dak a Scholarship, State Title for his team, MVP, and a great friend. And Dak to this day still talks to Anthony. Dak finished his career at football and he graduated college with a business major. He now runs a company and every Sunday he goes and watches his best friend play as a Dallas Cowboy.
He played baseball until his freshman year of high school because he started struggling with his grades and then his junior year, he played again earning a full-ride scholarship to college. When Evans’ was little, he went up to bat against a girl but struck out. Stereotypically boys should be better than girls at sports but Evans’ was able to respect that a girl had beat him. He expressed that you must respect the game, when you respect the game it influences you to respect other players and then to respect your fellow peers outside of the game. Evans’ also said players must be capable to adjusting to the pitches in the batter’s box, ups and downs, and this relates to the adjustment of a diverse world, people must be accountable for what they do and how they help others.
For many many years I was always seen as the player the team called on to pull the team out of a rut. To make things a bit more complicated my high school coach had been my coach my entire softball career. He knew how I thought, how i played, and really molded me into the player I am today. I soon graduated from my little league summer softball to the competitive nature of highschool ball. As a freshman I knew I was going to be overlooked.
It’s difficult to pinpoint a specific moment in one’s life in which your life is transformed. We often realize that this moment is so signingagent when looking back on personal experiences and don’t realize it at the time. For me, this moment occurred when I realized that I had taken what I love most for granted. It all started back in 2004 when my family suggested that I get into a sport at a young age. My parents are huge baseball fans, so they decided to sign me up for a little league tee ball program in hopes that I would one day play softball in highschool or college.
He confronted my dad and told him that he believed I had what it takes to play in a more competetative league, Lacrosse Northwest. He told my dad that his daughter, Galena Clark, had played with the Rippers before and had had a wonderful experience. At first, my dad was hesitant about letting me play at such a competative level, but after talking to me about it, he realized that lacrosse was something I truly loved and wanted to become better at, so he let me sign up for tryouts for the 2017-18 travel team. Of course, I was excited for this, but I was also extremely nervous, so I did the only thing I knew would relive the stress: I started going down to that little green-gray wall and playing wallball almost every day, just like I had done in the offseason. I worked on everything I knew I needed to improve, especially using my left hand to pass accurately and catch confidently.
Once we got to our new house I was excited and wanted to go everywhere but, I relieved I knew nobody. I couldn 't go see new things with my friends because they were back in Wisconsin. Since we moved in August I had about a month until school started. I met some of my neighbors that were my age and would be going to the same school as me which helped a lot being at a new school. Once school started I met some people and became good friends to this day.
Not only have these lessons prepared me and made me a perfect candidate for this summer program, but also prepared me for the environment of Duke University in the future. When I was eleven years old, my role model, my hero, my daddy, lost his six year long battle with colon cancer and passed away. It was a long and agonizing journey that my entire family suffered through. I did not realize it at the time, but this painful experience had taught me many lessons that most people probably will not learn in their lifetime. One of the lessons this tragedy taught me was that if I could live through something as traumatic as a parent suffering and eventually dying, then I knew that I could get through anything that life threw at me, no matter how
As a pre-medical student, I initially felt out of my league since the other volunteers were graduate education students. I was responsible for designing a summer reading program for fifteen children, ages five to nine and implementing my program at the Little Falls YMCA where the children were daily. I encountered many obstacles such as what material would be appropriate for each child, children who announced their dislike for reading, and the struggles of instituting a daily lesson. Despite these factors and my unfamiliar setting, I began to feel confident in myself as I thought of new projects to get the children to enjoy the program. Also, several of the children needed emotional support in addition to assistance with their reading, and a personal factor evolved in my relationship with the children.
It all seemed great, but was I ready or would I ever be ready to see people in their worst days? It took me a whole year in college to realize that firefighting was something I did not want to pursue. Desperately looking for a new major, I started to consider teaching, but purely for selfish reasons. However, somewhere during my second year of college, there was a significant spark that led me to want to pursue teaching for a different reason. In high school, sports were everything, maintaining a good GPA was crucial.
I didn’t wanna go against Mama but….maybe this would finally end all this hate and negativity. I looked at Billy and took a small breath, as I nodded. He smiled at me and grabbed me into a sideways, brother hug, “I promise it’ll be worth it.” We got to school in fifteen minutes after we talked, goin’ straight to our classes with nervous heartbeats and sweaty palms. I wanted to do this but at the same time I was nervous ‘bout this whole thing. It was too late to back out because I already promised Billy I’d do it.
I think that this activity gave me the extra push I needed because over Thanksgiving break I spoke up to one of my family members for the first time ever when they said something negative about Black people. I know that I still have an incredible amount of progress to make, and that it is something that I should have been doing all along, but I am still glad that I finally made a step in the right direction. In addition to continuing to speak up against people who are participating in racism in my presence I also need to continue to be aware of current events in the future. Every once in a while we would have a discussion in class about what’s been going on in the media, and almost half of the time I was not aware of what was going on until somebody brought it up in class. I cannot expect to be a good ally if I do not stay educated about what is going on in our country and around the world with respect to minorities.
After 11 years in Louisville, Scott and I have made our move back home to Indiana to be closer to our family. We will miss all of our friends in Kentucky more than we can tell you...too many to list here, but you all know who you are. It was a difficult and emotional decision to make but we are excited to be home. I will go to work at IU Health in the morning and Scott is still remotely working for Honeywell, supporting Boeing. We have certainly been reminded that life is short and priorities change and nothing is more important than family.
I feel grateful for the guidance and friendship that my advisors at Park have given me. While there are many things I hope my next advisor learns about me, and there are two important things I would like my Dana Hall advisor to know about me. Over the years, I have grown passionates for many different hobbies. I have always had a passion for arts and craft and I started doing more in second grade After a long day at school, I began to attend crocheting lessons as something fun and relaxing. At first, I didn 't think I would enjoy it, but after I completed my first project, a headband, I felt very proud of myself that I made a headband designed by me that I could wear.