Tennis Tryouts Fear, anticipation, excitement: these words all describe how I was feeling the morning before my first high school tennis practice, which was also the tryouts for varsity. I knew that it would be hard, but I was confident that varsity was within my grasp. I was, however, trying not to get my hopes up in case I did not get on, and if I was on JV, then I would be my friend Molly’s doubles partner. This day would determine my whole freshman tennis season. The early morning of August eleventh was cool, with a slight breeze.
Freshmen year was a rude awakening of what I was getting myself into. Coach Smolder was the toughest coach I have ever had. Our first day of practice we had to run 66, 40 yard sprints and I did all that just to start kickoff return on a 7-3 playoff football team, but I was the only freshmen to start. Sophomore year came around and it was a great learning experience because I started offensive line and played over ¾ of the game at defensive end which was weird because I’ve always played middle linebacker. I suppose everyone was in a sophomore slump because that year we were mediocre, going 5-5, but I was the only sophomore to play and I even picked up a fumble and ran it in for a 43 yard touchdown, it was our best game if the year.
I was tired of how I looked and decided to make a change. As a freshman in highschool I was five foot one and weighed about ninety two pounds. I felt like I wasn’t ready for high school physically but I managed to get through freshman year alive. It wasn’t till mid sophomore year that I decided to do something about my image. My brother and father were very much into weightlifting and had just about everything you could ask for
The Summer of 2014 changed me, along with California, I went on a mission to Seattle and spent 2 weeks back packing. I went into my junior year with full forces studying hard for my ACT, becoming president of clubs, running varsity cross country, taking second in tennis and realizing I wanted to break out of Montana and go out of state for college. My past was my past and I would not change it for anything because it made me who I am today. I had found that same sassy, and independent two year old mentality I had
When I joined the wrestling team in grade nine, I had no idea that it would be one of the best decisions I have ever made throughout high school. It is a sport that I fell in love with from the moment I stepped on the matt for my first practice. Being the smallest and only grade nine to join the team that year was very intimidating. However, after my first practice, I was no longer overwhelmed by the group of 15-20 wrestlers because they became my family. Our coach is a strong believer that in order to be successful as a team, it is important to support each other like a family.
My mom thought differently. She told me I had to fight again. Four years later I am, for the third year the oregon state champion, the national champion, and the pan american silver medalist. Although by now I’m a little bit tired of taekwondo, I am glad I got to spend my childhood doing the thing I loved. I hope that I can keep on going and do the thing I want to do for my highschool years.
It was around the time of my freshman year, I was 14 years old, and that’s when I began to set my mind to certain things. In the past I had been swimming on a year-round team competitively, then when it came to my freshman year I joined high school swim as well. I always thought to myself that I wasn’t good enough and I could never win, or at best make a section time. However, later on that season, I realized I was good enough, because I believed in myself and set my mind to win and did not give up, and eventually my times immensely improved. After many months of training, it was time for League Champs to begin.
Work hard, push yourself, put the time in, and stay determined and you can do great thing in life. This was something my parents told me repeatedly throughout my childhood. When they would tell me this I never really believed them. However, many years later I realized that their words could not be more true. It was the fall of my junior year in high school, I was almost done with the swimming season.
A breakthrough that I had was a physical one it was when I was middle school playing at the starting quarterback position it was my last year in middle well my 8th grade year , I knew I had to get a little stronger & faster if I wanted too to be pretty good . So I started running, doing push-ups, sit-ups, an etc . Just to try in compete with the guys that were much bigger but I had the same power as them so even I was very short I was also very fast & strong since I’ve been lifting weights I knew it would become something I really like doing , my senior year in high school I ran a 4.47 , 40 yard dash , my bench was 235, squat 335, an im only 5,6 , 147pds . Between the times of me first starting to workout too the now, there as been a major
In high school, I was engaged in a variety of elective classes and extracurricular activities. I never considered myself a superb student, but I had a thirst for any information that I could get my eyes on. My plans to become a U.S. Marine were nearly confirmed throughout my Junior and Senior years of high school, but I continued to find myself enrolled in the most challenging courses offered at my small, private school. Apart from classes, I was passionate about percussion and, in particular, our school’s budding drum line program, which had its inaugural session during my eighth grade year.
Being a NCAA Division II athlete during my time at American International College was blessing in disguise for me. Many people do not look at Division II college athletes in the same light as Division I athletes. Interestingly enough, unlike Division III college athletes, DII are held to the same standards and rules as Division I. We have to maintain a certain GPA, we cannot work more than 10 hours a week, we are drug tested on a monthly basis, and we endure two-a-days on a daily basis. Going into college, athletics were always first priority to me; but after being a regular starter on my soccer team entering my junior year, my priorities were completely reversed.
We had a new coach that year and a lot of talent. Our new coach worked our butts off, harder than any other 8 man team in the state. This was difficult for all of us but we later learned that hard work really pays off. My team got a new coach my sophomore year. After we missed the playoffs my freshman year, I remember my team being called into my coach’s office.