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.
They had been playing together for a long time and we were only together for 2 summers. In conclusion, we were at the disadvantage. The wind picked up and the sun had been beating down on us all day. The game started, it started well, however it quickly, do out of reach. Like 0-5, 2-7, 5-11, and it got worse and worse.
I have played soccer for a substantial amount of time, and over the years I've had a variety of coaches, but out of all them Brad was the most despicable coach that I have had to date. It was 5th grade and I had been my first year on a travel soccer team. That year was a big year for me, it was my first year away from an elementary school and I created many relationships that will last for a long time . However that year was also torture for me, Brad had favorites on all his teams he coached and I was definitely not one of them.
About two years ago I was a recreational dancer and all I wanted was to go onto the competitive team. Every class I would work so hard and push my limits so that I could be flexible enough for the competition. Audition day came and I made it onto the team. But a couple weeks later I found out that the dance studio closed. I was so bummed out, and I thought that I would never have that opportunity again.
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.
These hopes did not turn out as planned the transition was tough and once again I felt alone when I signed up from my school team. Again I was the only African American who signed up for the team and out of fear of being known as the “ black kid on the team” I did not join. With my club the feelings were different, my team had just started to play competitive and the lonely feeling began to drift. Little by little I began to see more people like me, and saw that they were also going against the norm of a sport belonging to Latinos. My first year in high school and competitive soccer taught me valuable things and those helped me answer the question that was still being asked to kids like
Soccer Heartbreak and Triumph The weather was intense in the month of April. My high school soccer playoffs were just around the corner. So, training was an absolute nightmare for the team and I. We ran countless drills, ran countless miles, and dribbled countless times. Sure, it was a struggle, but I knew that I had to make every moment worth it because this would be my last shot at soccer glory.
About an hour and a half ago, my competitive soccer team in Milpitas was heading to our last game in Bakers Field, California. Unfortunately, our opponents were the second best in our league, and they had won almost all of their games. Nevertheless, my team was up to take the challenge when we start practicing, approximately a half hour before the game begins. To start our game, Josh, our forward, chose heads in the coin toss and we decided to shoot south to avoid the sun. In our first offensive play, I passed to a midfielder, he got past an opponent forward, and kicked horizontally from the right corner of the field.
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.
I have been playing soccer more years than I have been in school. Not only are education and sports a big focus for me but also working the hardest I can. I have always heard the stories of people whose lives could have ended up horribly if it wasn’t for their hard work and perseverance. Lastly, something my parents taught me to do was to always do what you love and go after what makes me happy. I have never done anything because my parents wanted me to, I have learned to follow what I love and work hard to achieve what makes me
My mother who could never afford to send me to play in club leagues, my stepfather who daily called me worthless, my father who only showed every other weekend, vanished. The field and ball endured throughout. With the ball at my feet, the way, the truth, and the light appeared. One month into my junior season, my grandmother’s cancer returned which meant the demise of my weekly pilgrimages. My mother divorced the summer before my freshman year, so my ability to take part in soccer hinged on my grandmother caring for my three younger siblings after school.
Failure is a part of a journey to get success. After 12th grade of my high school, I took my admission exam to get into medical school. First time I failed. But I learned about exam format and type of questions. I was little disappointed because I did not expect this result, but I did not lose my enthusiasm.
After the end of a JV football season, the varsity coach always selects a few players to move them up with the varsity. Getting moved up with varsity is a huge deal. It means that the varsity coach thinks you’ll make a good impact on the team next year and sees potential in you. I always knew I wasn 't a good football player, but that didn 't matter to me because I loved the sport. I didn 't start at any positions my freshman or sophomore year.
But they figured it out and after camp school was starting, and that didn’t go well because even though the football team was friends none of the school mates wanted them there so it was bad the first day. But they figured it out, work really well together, and they won all their football games and ended up winning the championship. In conclusion this essay was written to show teamwork and how important it is to have friends and teamwork with all your friends. This essay informs two things like my own experience with
A failure that I experienced occurred during my freshman year at Chapman University with the women’s collegiate lacrosse team. During my high school lacrosse career, I was a leader and one of the best on the team, but at Chapman University, I was playing with women who were more skilled than I was. After tryouts at Chapman University, my coach singled me out as being one of two people to be put on the practice squad rather than the actual team. At the time, I was absolutely devastated, and felt like my coach was being exceedingly harsh. To me, not making the actual team was a failure.