“Why me?” I asked myself. I had been working harder than anybody else I knew; I trained all year long, I would stay an hour longer at practice than my other teammates, and I would even have double practices a few times a week (one at school and one with my club coach). I was so discouraged, not just one meet but two meets in a row I was unable to clear any
I remember my coach always reiterating "track is all mental, it 's not about how fast you are." Track is my outlet. Coming from a low income family and not living in the best neighborhoods, I should have been a victim of the harsh realities exposed to me but I did not because of track. Between school, practice, and clubs I had no time to be involved with the horrific street life of the South Central.
The doctor said I had a severe anxiety attack. These attacks started coming every day as soccer season continued. Soccer was the one thing I always enjoyed but being the 8th grader on a Varsity team, meant I was the easiest target for tormenters. Girls would taunt me for surpassing them. Lies about me rumored through the team and eventually the town.
Between the time that we had played them and the last, one of our starters tore her ACL; the dreaded injury that any athlete tries their hardest to avoid. We entered that school the last time with every intention of accepting the possibility of a loss. I had played my heart out, but unfortunately got four personal fouls. I had one last chance to not foul-out or I would have to sit on the bench and helplessly watch my team struggle.
Me and my friend Patrick had been so tired from all the training from track practice and were absolutely stoked for our next track meet. Everything had been great until I got some devastating news from my parents. It was that day, that day I was sadly informed that I would not be able to make it to my esteemed track meet due to a business trip my parents were attending. My parents
She had never realized how much effort organizing a funeral entailed. After the initial shock of losing her mom and dad so swiftly and the endless amount of tears had been shed, Victoria recognized that she had lost sight of her life. Her teachers had been sympathetic and given her extra time for that week’s assignments and her friends all gave her space or comforted her when she sought them out. But a week had passed since her parents had been in the accident, and although it was difficult, she realized that they would not want her to mope around and isolate herself but instead continue to live life to the fullest and follow her dreams. Victoria Farus made the decision that she would enjoy her life and do everything in her power to make her parents proud, even if they could only watch from
Recently I committed to Allen Community College to continue my soccer career. Having done this all my hard work has payed off. A few months ago I was questioning if I even wanted to continue playing after high school season ended but Allen definitely changed that for me. This is one of my biggest achievement because soccer has always had such a positive impact on my life. Being able to say that I got offered a scholarship to continue playing has had a huge impacts on me as a person.
The next day was the regional game and Alicia’s mom,a woman who left Alicia two years ago, came to that game. Alicia broke down in tears and Tyra comforted her, even though Alicia has been to her. She helped Alicia up off the ground and then during the game they played as a team not as a one man team. They won the regional and after the game, the team took pictures with the cup. After most everyone left, Tyra told her parents that she overheard the conversation and asked if they were still moving, and they told her that they found a school in England that would deal with her sister, and Tyra was glad that they won.
but then immediately after I heard shouting coming from him Nolan to catch up and stay as a pack. I couldn’t help but notice how tired I was. I thought “Only one more mile, keep your eyes on the prize” My teammate caught up to me. He was breathing heavier than I was.
I should not be pitied because I lost someone so dear to me. I am Hannah Wolf and I have faced all of my adversities at full force and I have been successful and I will not stop being successful. I remember the day I returned to school after being absent for a week, no one can develop an adequate time frame for grief.
Obsession is a persistent idea that controls one’s mind over a period. Although obsession is often perceived as negative, it can also lead to great things. We tend to form obsessions more frequently at a young age. Sports aren’t always seen as something that can become an obsession. For me, the obsession with soccer began around the age of 13.
I came to America with my mother, brother and sister to achieve the American dream. When I first came here I did not fully understand the extent of challenges and obstacles that my family and I had to face to make our dreams reality. My family has been struggling financially since the first year I came to America, which became my motivation to pursue a higher education. On my last year of high school, financial crisis threatened my family so much that I was ready to drop out of high school to help my single mother cope with the burden of financing the whole family on her own. My brother had finished his high school before me, so he decided to take a year off before going to college to support my family.
It was late after school around 3 o’clock. I just had laid down on my bed. I heard my mom yell for me. I ran downstairs and there was my mom all dressed to go somewhere, I asked her “Where are we going?” she replied “ Remember, you have your first soccer practice.”
‘’RR’’ I bounced on the old rusty trampoline, preparing myself to flip over and do a tuck. I looked at the camera I had set up to record myself, I had sworn I was doing it wrong and I needed to see what I was doing. I soon later found out I was doing it REALLY wrong. I take a deep breathe even though I've done this so many times before, I then do the actual flip.
Soccer was not just a game to me, it was my first addiction. From the moment a ball was put in front of me I fell in love with the beautiful game but over time it slowly started to kill me. January 20, 2016 is the day my life ended, my sick twisted excuse of a life. I wasn’t really living, I was trapped in this numb fog for over three years and I didn’t realize how much it was destroying me. I couldn’t even recognize myself in the mirror.