Personal Narrative: My Year Of Playing Basketball

It all began my freshman year. Every single day I would come to practice and guard Jordyn Sindt. I rarely acquired the chance to play on the offensive side. The underclassmen always played defense, that way the older girls could perfect their offense. Reflecting back, this never really bothered me because I considered defense my strong suit. Guarding Jordyn brought my skills to the next level. She was

One of the great questions that people have argued about since the beginning of time is fate vs freewill. It is a question that will never have a correct answer. Philosophers have gone back and forth about this debate for thousands of years but both sides have stayed even. It is one of the ultimate questions, so John Irving gave the world his opinion with one of his most famous books. In John Irving's, A Prayer for Owen Meany, he shows many things that he believes in throughout the book. One of the most important of these is his thoughts on fate and destiny. He shows that he believes that people are all put on earth with a certain purpose. John Irving shows his belief in fate throughout A Prayer for Owen Meany as displayed by “the shot.”

It was a cold brittle day on January 10,2014 at 2:00 p.m in Ridgefield Park, New Jersey. My teammates and I and I were warming up for our soccer game.Our team name was called“Rapids and we have three wins, one tie, and four losses. All of a sudden, the referees called us to the sideline to check on our equipment. I was nervous and my heart felt like it was beating a thousand beats per seconds. Our coach told the lineup after the referee checked our equipment.

Ever since then I started playing for Webber Middle School team it was amazing. My coach was my teacher so you know I couldn’t use an excuse to skip practice.

Can there be various ways of abuse, not only physically but mentally too? Well, Paul Fisher has been bullied nearly his entire life by not only his older brother, Erik, but almost all of the members of his family too. This includes teasing, neglect, and physical abuse.

My team was awesome. I was with Tim Clayton and Cole Morrison. Our team did very good the first game and I scored the winning shot for us to advance to the next round of the tournament. I knew that since I made that shot it would be my time to shine in the next game because coach would be watching me. Before the game started I looked into coaches eyes and he smiled and nodded his head.

I was playing right wing which allows me to play both offense and defense. As I was chasing down the ball, an opposing player kicked the ball full force into my face. It knocked me off my feet and I hit the ground hard. I was dazed for a second, but I jumped back up and got back in the game. I shook it off and tried to refocus on the

At 4:00 p.m., the ref was going to start the game and at first, it was 7 vs. 11 for the first three minutes until more players from our team showed up. I could tell by looking at the coach that he was disappointed with the team. It was close to halftime and they were winning 2-0. Throughout the last ten minutes of the half, I was pressuring the other team. I sprinted for the ball that was bouncing towards the middle of the field. I jumped with the ball to make a header. Crack! I was on the ground and I remember feeling a sharp pain on my forehead. I felt like someone threw a rock at my face. My forehead was numb at first, but then the pain was coming fast. According to people around me, a knee went to my face. I was getting back up because I thought the ref would continue the game, but the ref told me to stay down. As I was lying back down, I looked all around me and the players were kneeling down and crowd had their mouths open while they were standing up. The coach came and said, “Are you

Moreover, I ran up and down every court after every loose ball and never let it go. I could not believe that I had forgotten the pleasure that I had with this ball.” Without you, I can’t survive,“ I said calmly while I fall asleep with embraced the ball with both hands. Since then, I had determined my dream that no matter what, I will be in the NBA player and prove Mr. Jonathan that I can be better, more athletic, and eligible to be a part of the greatest basketball league.

Last year I played basketball for the Bath team and Red Cedar team. In my last game I had 24 points, over 10 rebounds, and 5 blocks. After the game the opposing coach came up to me and asked if I wanted to join an AAU team and at the time I didn’t know what that was. He gave me his number and I learned that AAU was a league for really good basketball players.

Breath was rushing out the kid who wore a Gray and blue uniform, the boy 's hair was black and poked straight up in twisted curls, he had brown eyes that looked like dirt, he was strong and athletic, his name was D’haquille Jones, and I was DhaQuille Jones, staring down at the newly glazed floorboards of John Pickett high school gym. The ref blew the whistle signaling that our time out was over, and all we had was thirteen precious seconds to beat the Valencia high. I jogged onto the court, adrenaline rushing through my body. The ref tossed the ball towards Chris, once he had found the open man he lobbed it over the oncoming defender. Calling for the ball I sprinted around my defender to get open. I Felt the sticky grip of the ball in my hand thinking of it as if I was holding the entire game. I ignored the fans screaming my name and cheering me on. My feet pounded the floor one by one as the ball bounced up and down on the court, with only five seconds I found my lane and took it. Their was the clock taunting me, four,

“Crack”, “click” was what I heard before the most excruciating pain I have ever felt filled my right knee. It was on October 7th, it was just weeks before my junior season was going to start. I was at Massillon Washington high school at wrestling practice like I was almost every day. I was drilling with the assistant coach Percy McGee hitting single legs which was my favorite move. About 40 seconds into the drill I hit another single and all of a sudden my knee locked at about 90 degrees. Unable to straighten my leg I became very panicked but my coach assured me that I would be ok. Little did he know that it was going to be a life altering injury.

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

“Why Courtney? Why did you pick the one sport that takes 4 hours to play and makes you wake up to play super early”. It was a rough summer, full of frustration, because I had no idea why I was trying so hard, knowing there was no way on earth I was even going to make the JV team. Beside my thoughts, I kept going and trying my hardest all the way until the day of

"You can leave." Mrs. Godwin said to the now exited class. P.E. Class had just started, and the basketball team came in the gym to practice. They were making teams for lineball, when discovered they had an odd number of people. Coach Thrash asked if I could play with the red team, and I accepted his invitation. The game was getting physical between the players. Coach thrash asked , "Are you guys ready to play?"