The Lacrosse Journey Just last week I had a crazy adventure and it included my favorite sport Lacrosse so let me tell you about it. So last week the Lacrosse maniac came into town and I had to battle him in a Lacrosse game. It was me against him. First I had the ball and I got around him with a spin
Nantucket. The gloomy dark prison I was forced to call home. 6-year-old me was full force against the very thought of calling it home. Some consider it to be a picture perfect island. With all the crystal clear waves kissing the shore of the beaches it is hard to imagine a better place other than Bora Bora.
“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.
I have been playing soccer since before I could even walk. In fact, I joined my first soccer team at the age of five. Soccer is something I have always loved and been passionate about. When I was on the co-ed recreation league teams I was one of the only girls on my team, so I had to compete with boys who doubted me and thought I was weak. I worked hard during practice and out of practice to become better and, eventually, I became more aggressive than them.
Belief in success In the book Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell, he highlights key reasons on how to find success. Gladwell features Annette Lareau and her study about parenting styles affecting the success of a child. During the 1990’s, Lareau and a team of grad students studied around 88 families from diverse settings. Black, white, middle class, working class, and the poor.
Although many people claim that playing soccer is pointless because you just have to run with the ball and kick the ball into the goal, I think that it’s really fun, it has taught me lots of things, and I have had lots of memorable experiences. To me soccer is like a bone to a dog. There is not one day that I don’t kick a soccer ball because when I see a soccer ball lying around in my house I feel like if I have to play with it because If I don’t at the end of the day I will feel like if I didn’t do what I was supposed to do throughout that day. I like the feeling of all the cheers coming from the sideline whenever I score or whenever one of my teammates score. The sound of the ball touching the net whenever my team kicks the ball towards the
So many people have survived such amazing events in their lifetime; like natural disasters, war, and even family troubles. We are all survivors of our own survival story. Survival can be anything from embarrassment to such a strong disastrous topic of death. Even I am a survivor of my own survival topic. I survived on of the most publicly humiliating topics of all.
No one can avoid failure. No person has ever been 100% successful at everything. But people hate to talk about their failures, and try to avoid it at all cost. Having participated in the interscholastic sport of wrestling, I have been given many opportunities to succeed or fail. I generally succeed most of the time.
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.
When I first started my high school career, I was engulfed with fear. The fear that I would not fit it, the fear that everyone would think I was awkward, and most of all the fear of not doing well in my classes. Before I knew it, all the stuff I was taught about puberty in elementary school would come to pass. I was never really the most social person, sadly, most of the time I struggle with social anxiety, this made it really hard for me socialize and make new friends. I had never really had a clique or a legitimate group of friends whom I would spend the majority of my time with, I typically just worked as often as I could because my family owns a restaurant, so instead of practicing socializing skills with friends, I practiced management
On my tenth birthday, my mom asked me to invite all my friends from school. Little did she know, that the entire school would show up. When I was my country at the age of fifteen to come to America, I was brought to tears at the airport. About thirty people who I still call my best friends came to say goodbye. Senior year of high school, I walked to prom because all my friends could not fit in the limo.
CCMS is the place to be has proven true in my life. Everyday I wake up excited and happy to go to school. Can you believe that! Capital Christian Middle School is the place to be, because of friends, teachers, and academics. One of the most important things about school is friends.