Now I knew almost all of the coaches except the freshmen. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I knew we were going to come out and work hard every practice. All I wanted to do was impress the coaches. I had an advantage over all my teammates, I kinda knew what they expected.
I was super excited about it because of all of the hard work and countless sacrifices I had put in for nine years, but what I was not expecting was lots and lots of drama. I spend a lot of time with the girls on the team from 6AM practices to 8 hour meets so we are all very close, almost too close. My best friend on the team was also on the varsity squad, but she used to be are number two runner until a few girls passed her. As the meets started progressing, my times improved and she did not improve as much as I did; She could
The start of my freshman year was a thrilling experience for me. To start out my freshman year I made the schools Varsity soccer team, a huge accomplishment for me. However, I was naïve to the coming situation to myself. I was on the path to continuous harassment from teammates as I was surrounded by seniors. Many of the seniors had egos, full of themselves in every aspect possible. It was a rude awakening to the reality of high school to be apart of this team as a freshman. In retrospect, I believe that my transition into high school would have been smoother if I would’ve asked to be on the Junior varsity. Although this would have hindered my growth as a player, it’s a sacrifice I realize now that would have been worth it.
There was one girl who for some unknown reason didn’t it like and always talked about me. Instead of standing up for myself I would just pretend I didn’t hear her and talk about her to my friends that wasn’t on the team. I realized I should have done something about it but once I talked to my friends I didn’t care anymore. Being on the team gave me the confidence to be myself and step out of my comfort zone so that I would be able to achieve
Fresh meat. Freshie. Child. Bottom of the chain. These words were engraved in my head during my first day of high school. However, I ignored them and pursued my own objectives. In my freshman year of high school, I was the founder of the lacrosse club at my school. Apart from having a rigorous school schedule filled with honors classes, and being involved in football and FBLA, it was my responsibility to bring the club to life. I discovered my math teacher used to play college lacrosse, and I had always been interested in lacrosse. I approached him with the idea and he encouraged it and told me if I got the players, he would help coach. As the founder, I was involved in recruiting prospective members, serving as a liaison between the players, coaches, and parents, and most
I felt useless and unwanted, like the scum on the bottom of his shoe. I gave up. The worst part of this was the fact that my coach did not even realize that his words and actions were destroying me. I felt embarrassed for something that I should have been proud of, because it was a great accomplishment to make Varsity.
It was the moment I had been practicing for. I was finally going to try out for my middle school cheer team and hopefully make it. I was so excited I could barely focus on my classes that day. I had run through all of the steps at least 50 times that day.
Summer was at full blast, Sunday league was starting and I was playing soccer every single day. I was ready for the next season of high school soccer to come and I was training myself to the limit because I wanted to be one of the best players on the field and to possibly be captain for varsity this year. This year was also the year our new coach, coach Jay was in charge of us because Olivier had left last year to to go to Michigan with his wife. Jay had already seen how well of a player I was because I played in his soccer club and immediately placed me in the varsity roster but as a defender and not a striker. The transition was difficult but I learned fast.
It made me realize that hard work and practice will help me make the team next year. Practicing was the key to making the team. Before the next tryout I went every night to go hit and field to get better. On rainy days or days my dad had to work later I would hit
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
It was the middle of January, dead of winter of my eighth grade year. Coach Brooklyn Howell, the Lady Cougars basketball coach came up to me and said “come tonight, 5:30 at Byrnes Freshman Academy to try out and see if you like lacrosse.” I did not really know if I wanted to play in the cold, because I was so used to playing in a warm gym during the cold winter months. Lacrosse really did not seem like a sport that I wanted to play. But I tried it out anyway.
I kept going for the guy next to me performing to the best to his ability. Success was the result of all the hard relentless work done throughout June into August. I acknowledged that my team had a good group of seniors who were high character student-athletes I spent most of childhood with. Ultimately finishing with a record of 3 wins and 7 loses taught me many lessons on becoming a better person and
The day I had been waiting for for so long had finally arrived; the first day of the high school lacrosse season was finally here. That day was the day I needed to prove to my coaches that I deserved to be on the varsity team after not making it at tryouts. That day was a scrimmage at High Velocity, we were scheduled to play four games all in one day, against Saline, Okemos, Brighton, and Belleville.
Throughout my years of participating in high school basketball, I have overcome many challenges. My freshmen year, basketball started in a way I never expected. Continuing on, I understood the real meaning of hard work, and what it takes. Lessons I learned in basketball will carry on throughout my life, helping me to become a successful adult.
I felt that I was the worst on the team and that because I was so terrible, no one would like me. After only one practice I was ready to give up. I did not want to put in the effort. Fortunately, my parents forced me to continue with the team. I arrived the next day with an intense