As seen in the picture my junior year I was finally on varsity. I didn’t expect to play or contribute much, I was just happy to be on the team. The third game rolls around and were playing one of the best teams in the league, if not the state. So, i 'm expecting to go in once were down by thirty or so and i 'll have fun playing the garbage minutes.
Despite working hard at practice every day, I was not able to get faster. I was determined to get better so I would go home, watch videos, and learn the techniques. All of my friends and family motivated me to not give up. I started to attend every competition and even though I was not coming out in the first place, I kept trying.
I have been on the most successful club team around. We have gotten third place at our national tournament two years in a row, and also won our national tournament one year. People say “you do not know what you have had, until you have lost it.” The meaning of this quote has become appallingly clear, as it has become my reality.
Fourth quarter of the final game came. Our team was losing by two and there were around fourteen seconds remaining. I don’t know what the coach thought of but he decided to put me in when he had so many other options. The coach told me to stay in the three point line in order to shoot if I can. The game resumed, I went from corner to corner waiting for the ball.
When I walked into the pool area on my first day of high school swimming practice in seventh grade, I made two goals for myself to accomplish during my high school swimming career: break the Sartell school record of 55.88 seconds in the 100 yard backstroke and win the MSHSL Class A State Championship in that event as well. For six years, I trained everyday with these goals in the back of my mind. After numerous trips to the State meet, I had yet to achieve what I had set out to do. When I qualified for the State meet my senior year of high school, it was my last opportunity to turn my goals into a reality. My senior year State meet was different than previous years.
It was game day today. My teammates and I had a game against our rivalry high school Alta and we were pumped because we have beaten them every year since 2014. This year felt like we would keep that streak up and in motion. They had 6 really tall players while we only had 2. It made us all nervous for a while until we seemed to get over it.
Growing up, I spent most of my time playing sports and trying to stay active as much as possible. As I got older, I became more serious with field hockey, and I was determined to make the varsity team my junior year of high school. All summer I spent working on my stick skills on the field, and my endurance in the gym in order to do everything I could to make the varsity squad. When tryouts started in the end of August, I hadn’t performed the way I wanted to, and girls I thought had no chance of making the team, played so well over the three days. However, I was hopeful I still had a shot on the varsity roster.
Folk style was a different story I first started this type of wrestling in 3rd grade. I wasn’t even going to Dolgeville School yet I was going to Oppenheim and my Dad signed me up. I moved to Dolgeville over the summer and I still go to Dolgeville till this day. I wanted to quit several times before sixth grade.
B for Basketball B is for basketball. Basketball is a huge part of my life. I have played basketball since I was five. I played a lot of it with my friends and with leagues. Shooting hoops, doing layups, and playing lightning was the way I spent most of my summer days.
Participating in high school soccer has taught me many life lessons, of which “determination” was the most important. At Fleetwood High School, soccer is a highly respected sport. As a freshman, I competed against many talented upper classmen for a spot on the team. Being one of the youngest players trying out was intimidating, but it forced me to establish a goal for myself. I was determined to, not only make the team, but to make the varsity team.
I had just got out of school one cold March day. I had been waiting my entire freshman year for volleyball tryouts to come into season. The basketball team was still having practice in the McGowan gym because they still had some season left in store for them. That afternoon when the bell rung at 2:45 p.m. I knew that I had to bring my all into what was happening next.
The best leader I’ve worked with was my Junior High Football coach. My coach used the Path-Goal Theory. I hated football and saw no future for me in that sport. I was teased and literally quit the year before at a different school. I heard about try outs at another school and decided to go.
Chumps to Champs As soon as I laid my eyes upon my new team I knew that they were going to need a tremendous amount of work. Most of the team was in seventh grade, I was one of the three eighth graders. That year not many girls tried out. Most girls at my school thought that if you played girls basketball you were lesbian, this was incorrect.