Personal Narrative: Soccer In My Life

It was hard for me to try to teach myself what I missed and get caught back up with the class. The long eight months finally came to an end and it was time for my sophomore year of high school soccer to begin. I had high expectations for myself that season. During conditioning I re-tore my meniscus and I went back to the doctor.  My doctor said I could play on it but would have to get surgery again after soccer season was over.

It did not feel like anything special and eventually it just phased out; I wish it had not. Later in Puerto Rico, 6 years later I decided that I would try playing soccer at the school just to try it. I went through grueling practice after practice and played game after game. But, I just wasn 't good at it. like many things I got better with practice.

Many people think it is a hobby for me but it’s actually not it is a passion that I enjoying investing my life in. To begin with, soccer for me isn’t just a sport or a hobby, it’s a career! I have a passion for soccer and I plan to make a career out of it because I have invested ten of my years to soccer.

I’m gonna talk about my soccer journey, where I’ve traveled with my family to and what I wanna do in college. Everyone thinks that soccer is that boring sport where you just kick a ball and run, but it actually isn’t. Soccer is a game where you have to have lots of skills and always have to be mentally ready for anything to happen like my team at state cup. We were losing 3-0 with 10 minutes to play and in those 10 minutes we scored 4

I have experienced failure throughout my whole life. Though, the most recent failures I have experienced are when I entered the college. As one of the Best Player of the Year at soccer in high school, I took it for granted thinking that at my level, it would be okay for me not to continue practice soccer for the summer. Instead, I focus my whole summer working at two jobs near my house. As a result, I have learned a lesson the hard way.

She remembered the day quite clearly, because it was that day that she really learned about teamwork. Actually the conflict began the day before the soccer game. A small soccer team in Peoria was having practice and two girls were arguing over who was going to start as goalie the next day. It went down to who could block the most soccer balls. Natalie blocked six, but on the other hand Abby blocked eight.

“You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.” Maya Angelou I have been playing soccer since I was six years old and being the competitive person that I am, soccer helps to relieve stress and brings me joy. At the end of each soccer season one girl on the team is honored by receiving the Most Valuable Player award, the MVP award goes to the best and most versatile player on the team. It was my sophomore year of high school and my second year on the girls’ varsity soccer team. At the end of my freshman year I knew that for my sophomore soccer season I wanted to win the MVP

For the last year or so, I have felt trapped. Doing something that you do not want to do day in and day out is everyone’s worst nightmare. I use to think that pursuing soccer, as a profession was my calling on this earth. To think that something I dreamed of doing for years is now something that makes me unhappy, has made me realize what is truly important to me in life. I want to be able to identify as something other than my athletic successes.

“I remember the time when you couldn’t even kick a soccer ball, but now you are able to demonstrate astounding skills when you are on the field,” stated my older brother, Bill, before I was about to make my mark in my soccer career at the State Cup finals. I remember that time when I was an eight year old kid who always created an air of melancholy with my inept soccer skills. Only when believing in myself and rigorous training did I grasp the concepts that were essential to an adept soccer player. After jumping leaps and bounds, pushing myself till I reached the breaking point, I made a name for myself. When I reflect on my evolution, I realize that beautiful things can come from unpromising beginnings.

My friends no longer respected me, I had disappointed my family and had let myself go. Two weeks after he had left school, I had found out that I was deceived. I spent weeks crying for hours over someone who should have never been worth a hello. Little by little I gained strength, put away my copies of Dear John and The Notebook, cleaned up the tissues and picked my life back up. Talking to my teachers I worked out ways to raise my grades and get my life back on track.

In previous years, the same kid has caused problems in basketball and soccer, both situations resulting in everyone losing the sport, basketball for three weeks, and soccer for three days because it was the end of the year. To me, it seems like the kid 's parent does not want him to have to lose his recess, or seem like a bad kid to everyone else. Again, at the end of last year 's events, instead of him and his friends losing recess for an amount of time or getting detention or even suspension, they were able to keep playing soccer, but the older kids had to stay with the other four in their grade who still played

My mother divorced the summer before my freshman year, so my ability to take part in soccer hinged on my grandmother caring for my three younger siblings after school. Because my mother worked multiple jobs to support us, when my grandmother could no longer mind the children, I quit what I loved to assume her role. Losing my haven soured me against the sport. I watched as the girls I played with earned scholarships playing soccer, my succumbed to cancer, and

I had trouble balancing soccer, work, and school during that time, as I was only able to maintain a 3.1 GPA. I decided that putting all my effort in soccer was not the correct route to take, as school was going to lead me further in life. For the next two seasons, I was on a

She found out that there was a soccer team for the girls, and it made living in England better. The girls got a new coach and when Tyra found out about they had soccer it seemed like living in England wouldn’t be so bad after all. She tried out for the team and made it. One of the girls named Alicia couldn’t stand her, and would do anything to keep Tyra from stealing her spotlight. On the girls first game they had to pick a captain and the

So, I went out for the Varsity Soccer team. Once I made the soccer team, with little to no experience at all I proved her determination to be invalid. I picked up on soccer