Personal Narrative: My Way To The Field

If you want something you have to go get it.Nothing in life will be handed out. The baseball field in my view as i approached it. It was a cold spring day. When i found out that hard work pays off if you try.

Then we heard the sound. When we heard the buzzer we ran to our positions on the field. It was their ball now all we had to do now is block the goal so they don 't score. I was so nervous they were really good when it came to defense. We were never going to win. They kicked, and it made it into the goal. The wrong goal! They had scored for our team! Then again the buzzer sounded for the third quarter. We huddled up and coach told us to get a drink and go back to the positions that we were in except me. I had to sit on the bench. Now I was mad, but I still cheered for our team like a good team mate. We scored;therefore, I screamed and cheered for our team. Then the buzzer sounded for the last quarter. Again it was time for me to kick it was my job and my teammates job to get the ball into the goal. I kicked repeatedly and never made it except once. One more goal and we would win but for the moment we were tied. My chances were slim because I was very tired and sweaty. We only had one minute left of the game. I went to kick the team stole the ball away from A person on my team got the all and kicked it back to me because she was cornered and I was her only chance. The seconds were ticking: 20 seconds left. When I got the ball I kicked the ball as hard as I could....... I made it! The fans went wild! I had actually done it! We had won. I was so overjoyed. That was the day that I did something that I thought that I couldn 't do something and did it. I hope that you achieve something that you think that you can 't

“Matt,y you will be starting forward now,” Mr. K. said right before I nervously stepped onto the field, sweating like a man in a sauna. The whole summer I practiced soccer with my dad for two hours a day to make the team my sixth grade year. I wasn’t looking to start, I was just looking to make the team. While my friends were at the beach or at friend’s house, I would be playing soccer.

POP! The sound of the softball in the glove brought a smile to my face! I threw on my dark green softball uniform, not knowing that today I was going to be the newest softball pitcher on the team! Being a softball pitcher was tough at first, but every day that I had practiced, I got better and better. Having a dad that is a softball coach, has also motivated me to work my hardest, and do my best. I was only in third grade, when I decided to become a softball pitcher. I worked every day, doing the best that I could. Sometimes I was right in the strike zone, other times it was “miles” over the catcher's head. For a small 9 year old girl I guess I was pretty good. I had always admired Jennie Finch, wanting to be like her someday. Taking many pitching

A sense of jubilation ran across my body while having a stomach full of butterflies was with me as we did our team cheer for the first time before our first game. The coach gave the starting line-up, I was not in the starting eleven. I expected this because I was in fact one of the new players. The referee blew the

For my Diverse Field Experience this semester, I spent fifteen hours at the Mclean County Juvenile Detention Center. This particular center was occupied by about 8-14 juveniles at a time, all depending on court dates and occupancy of other nearby detention centers. This center usually had 3 staff members working the shift every time I went, which was seven to nine on weekday afternoons. I was intrigued to go to at this time because I thought it would be the time of the day were the juveniles had no school work or other obligations to do while I was there. I wanted to see what they liked to do in the free time before bed, the only stipulation being mandatory snack time at eight pm. I have seen plenty of students in a classroom environment during my clinicals here at

I waited by the dance room door for what felt like hours, waiting to see if I made the varsity cheer team. The feeling of both nervousness and excitement overcame me as the coach walked over to the door to post the numbers of the few who made it.

It was only two days before the game. Everyone was nervous, yet fired up about the upcoming game. I was at school during practice, and all I can concentrate on is the game. I heard a lot of people were gonna be there. I was on fire at practice, I didn’t miss a single shot. It was Lanier, which was my middle school, verses stone

It's the last minute of our game against Fox Mills. We’re neck and neck. So close that the smallest mistake will determine our fate. I clutch the ball as tight as a hawk trying not to release its prey. Then I dribble as fast as a cheetah. The chilling breeze brushed up against my skin, thankfully drying up some of the sweat that was finding its way into my eyes. My hand still trembling with nervousness, and my stomach churning with nausea. I was approaching the basket and the crowd starts to rise like a Tsunami. As I got really close to the basket I got into my layup position. Taking two swift steps and then just simply serving the ball on to the backboard. Right when the ball left my fingertips all eyes were glued on the ball. Next thing

as the ball met my chin, I missed the ball. I sprinted back to the ball, that I didn’t catch as speedy as a rabbit. When I threw it back to Abby, I hung my head in disappointment again, my eyes stung. I tried to hold back the tears ,but they had to drain out. When I looked at the crowd, their eyes still had faith in me. They were smiling at me, hoping that I would stay in for the rest of the game. That’s when power ran through me, smiles started to appear on my face. And that’s when I knew I was going to play the rest of the game ,and I was going to play the rest of the tournament. Even if my arm ached. When I looked at my coach she gave me a thumbs up ,and I gave her a happy thumbs up back. After that, I tried to push on, until we got the third out. When ten minutes had passed, we finally got the last out ,and we hustled in to talk to our coach. When we huddled in a circle, my coach exclaimed, “Grace go and get some ice on that arm,” as she marched to the giant huddle of girls. “And do you want to bat because if you don’t, you can’t go back on the field.” That’s when I knew my

As I stood there in the huddle after practice breathing heavily with sweat dripping from my body I listened as Coach Hegsted gave one of his motivational talks. He was talking about how we have no reason to hold anything back or wait for someone else to get the job done. As I stood there, with coach’s voice in the back ground, I thought to myself he is right this is probably going to be the last time I pad up with this group of guys and play with them. It was this day that I had learned a very valuable life lesson that I had never thought of before.

First, One morning I get the most amazing news of my life! We are going to Canada. We are packed and ready to go on the eight hour trip. It’s been about 5 hours and we get to the boarder. Its amazing Canada flags everywhere. We get through and now we are in Canada. It takes about 3 hours to get to our hotel but we did it! We unpack but wait there is more god news. We are going to watch the U.S. women’s soccer team!

As round five approached, I was chosen to take the last penalty kick. It was down to the other team 's top shooter and me. He shot as I held my breath. Our goalie fully extended his hands and was able to just barely make the save. “Yes”, I whispered as I let out a sigh of relief. It was all down to me as I approached the ball. The tournament game was in my hands and I wasn 't about to let it slip away. The ball was on the penalty linE but I could barely think, it felt like I had bees in my Stomach. I took three steps back and one to the left. To trick the goalie, I stared at the left side of the goal for 3 seconds. Then I took off, leaned back, hit the ball with my instep, and launched it into the air. The goalie lunged left, the ball sailed into the upper right corner of the goal, right where the goalie didn 't go. “Goal,” we all screamed! We

I could hear my coach in the background saying “just breathe Bella you 've got this we 've worked on it your good.” My hand got a little lower as I swung and hit the ball up in the air it went over without touching the ceiling I was so proud of myself then as we played longer and longer the games were closer and closer in score, we won two and they won two, so this last one whoever won wins, we were really close and had to go over 25 points because we kept getting a point when they were at 25 but you have to be 2 points

in my mind i had put a goal for next year to make it in varsity. We did not meet the rest of our team and coach formally until the next day where we would have our first practice. Coach eric had already an idea of what our starting 11, our formation that we were going to use was 4-4-2 diamond, our goalie was braulio, the four in the back were jayden and jared in the center and seth on the right and aron on the left , i was as a cam or a center attacking mid ,carlos and mauricio on the wings and james as a cdm, our strikers were sebastian and javier.At the end we were told when our first game was.