I learned a lot in my first year. My parents gave me a lot of support and helped me get even better for the next year. My dad would coach me at the local soccer field and help me improve my skills. I loved playing and learning new skills to help me get better. Like in The Joy Luck Club, when
I played these sports up until seventh grade. I stopped not because I wanted to quit, but because I was forced to. In seventh grade, I was playing classic soccer and running hard everyday. My body had been worked harder than ever before. As the spring soccer season progressed, so did pains.
My artifact that reminds me most of home is the sport of football. It was something that brought my family together and played a very large part in my life because of how long I played it. It allowed me to grow closer to my older brother as well as my father. From playing football in the front yard with each other to watching it together every weekend. These experiences shaped me into the person I am today.
This was my first years of soccer all over again. Except this time I would come up with excuses so I wouldn’t have to run, or to get out of the workouts. I would even come up with fake injuries to get out of the workouts. I was that one member on the team that everyone got worried about when they were put into the game. I was that bad.
Half an hour before the games we got together to discuss our tactics as well as points of improvement. All along the meetings, our coach presented motivational videos that contributed massively to my performance on the field. The videos helped me develop confidence, staying focused and maintaining direction. Yet, at that moment, I was as disappointed as a toy forgotten in the attic. When the list of the starter players was released and I wasn’t one of them, I didn’t know what to do.
As I grew older, I would go to my basement or my backyard to kick a ball around. My dad had the greatest influence on me and, inspired my competitive nature and my love for the game. Whenever I was upset at home or overwhelmed from school, I would take my ball and find a quiet place to practice. As I kicked the ball around and shot at a small goal post my grandpa bought for me, I felt relieved and all of my worries melt away. When I started playing soccer, it was a sport me and my family was passionate about but soon; it was an escape for me when I was down.
It’s actually funny because his name escapes me; however, what does not seem to escape me is how I ruined my chances of him ever even considering me as more than just a friend. A friend, who experienced the most comical, typical, movie scene moment that any high school teenager ever had. Even though you probably won’t believe me after you read this, I used to play on the varsity soccer team all throughout high school. In fact, I was one of the fastest sprinters on the team. One day, my Spanish teacher, Señor
Pushing myself to be better each day, this made me feel very passionate about the game of golf. It brought distress, anger, fatigue, excitement, and joy. The first year of playing golf, it was difficult, learning the game was very time-consuming. Every day I was required to go to the golf course for at least four hours. First, I would practice chipping, then go to the shooting range for an hour, and finally go play the course for the rest of the time.
From sports to academics I always tried my best in hopes that my little brothers were watching so they could mimic my hard work. Traits I possessed at such a young age are extremely uncommon but, being a good role model to my brothers was bigger than me. Entering my senior year in high school, I had advanced to two state championships in two different sports; football and wrestling. My youngest brother, being as curious as he was, would often attend all of my games. He would study my every move as I ran up and down the football field, hoping that he would be able to follow in my footsteps someday.
One has to work with their peers in order to actually stand a chance at winning or even scoring. After practicing for months with the team and getting to know each other we had our first game. NYU had invited us to one of their tournaments. This was one of our proudest moments as a team since we were playing against some of the top teams in the UAE. Despite time being against us, and only being able to fit in a few practices, we were able to make it to the quarterfinals, which is quite and