So many people counted on me. Although it was not the state-level or something larger, I was still competing for my family and my school. I remember peeing over 20 times that day, for I was really nervous. As I went down the stairs to the auditorium, and as I saw other children with their mentors, I started to feel scared, and I then knew that I had real competition. As they made us grab a apper to randomly decide who was going first, second, third etc, I felt I would die if I was first.
Lying awake last night, I realized that losing my voice was the worst. To make matters worse, it had to happen 3 days before my audition for a musical. All of this happened because of me over practicing my voice. Praticiting all day was probably not the best idea. The doctor said that my voice went out because I spend too much time practicing and eventually my throat got sore.
As the scrimmage began, Johnson’s emotions got the best of him, as his anxiety made him miss every shot he took. He was useless on the court, no defense, bad passing, and bad shooting. Tryouts soon concluded and Johnson knew that he failed to make the high school team. He left the gym in frustration and anger, As he got home, his mother immediately ran towards him, excited as can be. “Well how’d you do?” she asked him.
Ben was disobedient and called his mother a mean mother so she composed an idea to not allow him to play any games until he learns the timetables. He learned it immediately. His brother and he had to check out 2 books every week. Ben started to enjoy reading. Dr. Ben Carson did a successful surgery on conjoined twins which brought him to fame.
I was a smart kid, I would wake up each morning making food and tuck myself in at night by myself. I was lonely painfully lonely I cannot explain the pain I felt as a child, but no kid doesn’t have the right to go through the stuff I went through. But to shake it off my mind, I would hang out and play with all the kids out in the streets. A year passed by my father and mother started fighting day and night my father would even physically abuse my mother even when she was pregnant with my Lil brother. At the time I was 5 I didn’t knew what to do but cry, praying to god to help my family.
The bad thing is, is that I was bad at doing my work in school but the team needed me so bad the couches would sit me out for a quarter and then put me in for the whole game. The sad thing is was I was cool with that so I wasn’t doing my work in school but everyone was still treating me like a star.so when I got to high school I was ready to play football and all I was thinking about was football. So I wasn’t doing no work wasn’t even listening to teachers I was just doing me getting at girls and just being the class clown then I found out I couldn’t play football no more in my 10th grade because my GPA was so bad and my grades was so bad then I tried to get for real tried to do my work tried to start listening but I just didn’t learn nothing because all I knew how to do was play football.so in my head I messed up my whole life because I put sports before education .
“Are you okay?” He asked. “No, I twisted my foot and it hurts really bad on the right side,” I told him, “It feels like an aching pain right in the middle on the right side.” “Should I go get the coach?” He asked. “No, I’ll be fine,” I said. For half of the practice, I did our drills with an aching pain in my foot. When it came to running the bases, that’s when my coach noticed me limping around the bases.
Every year, more than 3.5 million children under the age 14 need treatment for sports injuries, with nearly half of all sports injuries for middle and high school students caused by overuse(Inetwork, 2017). This means that kids are being worked out to hard and play too much. Kids should not have to practice their sports everyday. 1.35 million kids a year get a serious injury from playing sports that are too competitive. It is getting to a point where the kids are not even having fun when they are playing sports, they are just playing it to win.
James hadn’t even made it through the rest of school yet and he had to pass the schoolyard, two more times or as James called it, death row. James has always been bullied. As a kid growing up from 3rd grade to 8th grade. James has had it all ganged up on, pushed into lockers, beat up, criticized, and tested. As James realized he was going to be late for class, he had to push through the bullies and as he tried to run through them he was brought to a punch right to the gut.
It was my first day of tryouts I was in seventh grade. I have played basketball before the but that day my passion for the game actually came out that day. I was so nervous my heart was beating out of my chest and I was shaking like a leaf on a tree about to fall off. We ran most of the try out I was so exhausted sweat was dripping of my face and I was gasping for air every time I stopped for just a moment. My body was telling me to give up and quit but my heart was telling me give it all that I had left.
It haunted me to the point I didn 't hear my dads usual commentary on my game. I kept thinking about it until I came to the conclusion that if I couldn 't play as fast as I used to I would have to make up for it in some way. The next day at practice I watched some of the defenders that were typically slower than most of our offenders to see how they overcame their lack of speed. I saw that a lot of them played tighter on their respective opponents and didn 't allow them a chance to turn at all so a foot race couldn 't be started. I tried that tactic but couldn 't quite get it.
The time that we thought was boundless, was ended by a buzzer that only brought disappointment. Months later, the sting of losing still haunted us. Summer came and no one dared to speak of the game, yet you could tell it burned in the back of our minds as we pushed ourselves harder than ever before. Attitudes and efforts changed. There was a sense of urgency inside of every
After that we started hanging out, that was are freshman year and know I am going to be a senior. The only him I could think about that was as upset as me was Grayson, everybody else was sad for a week then got over it. New captain of the football team, new everything he was completely erased from everyone 's memory except me and Grayson 's. I always wondered why Grayson hated me, I think it was because as me and Dexter started dating Grayson had to hang out with us. Dex would set him up with girls, and make him come to the malls with us, movies, out to eat anywhere.
In the Spring of my junior year, one of my friends begged me to try out for my high school’s lacrosse team. I had no experience at all with playing so I was apprehensive about trying out. The first couple of practices, we worked on ball skills: throw, catch, repeat. I dropped virtually all of them and was ready to give up. As the season went on, I spent hours at home bouncing the lacrosse
They were always there for me, as pathetic as that might sound, and I desperately needed someone to be there for me during my middle school years. In short: I was a loser. And like most losers, I was on the receiving end of other kids’ abuse. I came home in tears every day. School years are mostly a blur for me, but I can remember some things (lucky me).