Every person becomes discouraged at some point in their life. They become consumed with frustration and feel as though all hope is lost. My story of discouragement begins at the start of my junior year track season. I had made so many improvements since the previous season and knew I had the potential to be the best in the state. However, the first few track meets of the season this did show at all. For some reason I could not put it all together in the competition setting and ended up not clearing any bar the two first meets in a row. I felt like giving up, I had put my heart and soul into this and was not getting anywhere near the results I had expected. Even though I was at my lowest point I knew I loved the sport far too much to ever quit,
Baseball was in my blood. Some of my earliest memories include batting cages with my Dad, sliding into home plate and throwing my first curve ball. By eight years old, I was playing ball year-round on travel teams and loving every minute of it. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that this was my sport, and I would play it in high school and possibly beyond. But, during the summer of 2010, the unthinkable happened. Picking up a golf club for the first time, I fell in love with a new game. I played every chance I got that summer. Begging my parents for clubs and lessons, my passion grew and most of the following summer was spent on the golf course, not the baseball field.
I started to play golf when I was 7 years old first I have to learn the rule and protocol, this is my first class then I started to learn how to hit the ball, and change the golf posture.3 years later I join the match, it is my first match and I got a good score. And after this match I understand what is golf match and I have to use a mentality, just think if my score better than last time then I win. I like golf because I learn a lots in it, such as be a honest person and have patience.
I was a freshmen now. A ref once said “We play big boy football around here.”
I kept telling myself “I should have practiced more”. I didn’t feel confident at all, but when I actually played, things turned out in my favor for the most part. During the first day of tryouts, I already knew I was doing something right as the coach said, “Atta boy Jey!”. That day I shot a 58, which was already the best I had done the year before. The second day of tryouts was atrocious, weather wise. With a combination of rain and chill, it really tested everyone who was playing that day. Out of nowhere, I shot amazingly, ten strokes lower than I did the previous day. I felt great, I was almost sure I would make the team at this point, but I didn’t want to jinx anything. I shot a 55 the next day, which kind of lowered my spirits, but not so bad as I was feeling defeated like the year before. On the final, and probably most important day of tryouts, it was like I had practice the whole day before that tryout. I shot a 43, which amazed everyone, and got me a place on the team. I felt unstoppable. I already was envisioning myself getting a hole in one the next day. Everything was in my
During my high school year, I had joined the color guard team. Trying out for and being on the team had taught me a lot about myself and what I expect from myself. I had tried out for the team twice.
My senior year I decided to tryout for the soccer team. I thought I had a pretty good chance in making the soccer team since I’ve had some experience playing soccer, and I thought I was pretty good. Anyway, I ended up making the team, and their were some times I felt like quitting because we did ran so much, but luckly I had my friends who motivated
The first round of regionals approached and we were given the name of the team we would play for the first game. As we loaded the bus for departure nerves were floating throughout the air. But our traditional karaoke bus ride did not go unsung. The bus was filled with the voices of the girls I have grown up with and flashbacks of all the memories we had shared. I knew that this game had the full potential of being my last, but I would not have wanted to lose with anyone else. This game was not my last, my team won the first round and were in the
At the age of fifteen, the end of my freshman year in high school, I started golf. Being in a sport I had to keep up a high grade point average I worked very hard to maintain a 4.0 GPA on our 5.0 scales. Therefore, I continued to work hard to stay up in the ranks and also stay eligible, I was able to receive an invite to join the National Honors Society. I was excited that all my hard work was paying off not only for just being eligible to play golf, but to also be allowed to join a very elite and well-known Society. Golf motivated me and helped me have a positive look at my schoolwork, which also helped me receive my Golf Scholarship, to the Colorado
I have been playing soccer since before I could even walk. In fact, I joined my first soccer team at the age of five. Soccer is something I have always loved and been passionate about. When I was on the co-ed recreation league teams I was one of the only girls on my team, so I had to compete with boys who doubted me and thought I was weak. I worked hard during practice and out of practice to become better and, eventually, I became more aggressive than them. My eighth-grade year, I tried out for the school’s co-ed soccer team and was confident that I would make the team. During the three hard days of try-outs, I pushed myself to improve each day and received several compliments from the coaches. On the last day, the head coach pulled me aside to tell me
Nothing hurts more than being excluded. I learned this the hard way my sophomore year. This is a story about my high school lacrosse team. Most of my friends are on the team so we’ve become very close after playing together since the seventh grade. We play lacrosse in the backyard almost everytime we’re together.
Nevertheless, the sport is not just about playing it, but learning from it. The game has probably taught me fundamental concepts of life. There is no denying that people consider me a decent player, but that doesn’t mean that I’m the best. There is a vast amount of better players that are even younger than me training to the maximum of their capabilities. I discovered something new, and my drive to become a better player and person came with it. The sport has taught me that not everything will always be what I initially expected, but that shouldn’t stop me from reaching my goals. For example, my team and I had won three consecutive district titles for our school. The team came in Sophomore year of college into the Junior-Varsity team thinking everything would be ours.Nothing was the same as we let our heads
My freshman year, I played the JV team for the first time, before that I never played on a team. I am not what you would call good at playing golf but because of the great memories I have playing the game, intrigues my heart to ‘golf on.’ Every golf meet I had, my dad was right there next to me in the backround watching every choppy swing. Being on the golf team made me feel like I fit right in Wahlert. In the
Greetings! I am Priscilla Pires, a seventh grader at the Brackman Middle School. I am aiming to earn a spot on the Academic Bowl team this year, and I appreciate you taking your time to read and interpret my essay.
I had spent months training for those 20 minutes. I prepared for every possible thing that could have gone sour during those fleeting moments that would determine how my freshman season would end. If the start was too slow I would gradually speed up after mile one. If my hip injury worsened mid-race I would alter my stride to avoid pain. What about if I completely fell apart one mile in? I should have imagined what to do in this scenario, because it was the only one that actually happened.