The start of my freshman year was a thrilling experience for me. To start out my freshman year I made the schools Varsity soccer team, a huge accomplishment for me. However, I was naïve to the coming situation to myself. I was on the path to continuous harassment from teammates as I was surrounded by seniors. Many of the seniors had egos, full of themselves in every aspect possible. It was a rude awakening to the reality of high school to be apart of this team as a freshman. In retrospect, I believe that my transition into high school would have been smoother if I would’ve asked to be on the Junior varsity. Although this would have hindered my growth as a player, it’s a sacrifice I realize now that would have been worth it.
The commencement of this harassment came during the start of school at lunch, a couple weeks …show more content…
Through the constant harassment from the player I realized that I had to take some course of action to prevent myself from falling victim to this for the rest of the year. I could not earn respect by playing soccer because I was not a starter for the team nor did the seniors support me, hence the situation I was in. I realize they may have been a better way to go about this but I felt hopeless and frustrated with all the continuous bullying that I could no longer stand it. Due to this whole semester of bullying from this player I had a strong sense of dissent towards the players on team not allowing me to have a team bond that I experienced before this year. I hindered greatly from having confidence of myself which ultimately led me to have a indifferent beginning to my high school career. Following that year I made sure every season returning to soccer in the fall, that all freshman and new players were welcomed and felt like this team was a group of people they could count on no matter
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I remember lingering onto the field the first day of tryouts hearing, “ Oh who’s that girl?” or “ Is she even good?” from girls that I didn’t even know. I was the outcast, the one who was not even sure if I had made the right decision. This was not the atmosphere that I enjoyed being in; I am the type of girl to have fun with the
and I know I have been a hassle and a handful and very disrespectful I want to apologize for my action and I want to thank you so much for turning me to a better athlete in the months I have had the opportunity to be coached by you. I really want to take all responsibility for my actions, I’ve always known what’s going on and I’m willing to take the risk and chances and do whatever it takes for me to graduate a
and I kind of lost it. I pulled the player off of my goalie and went to the athletic director to tell him what had happened. I told him that if we had a winning season this year then we deserved to at least have our very own locker room. He consented and said he had already been planning on making the junior varsity locker room into the lacrosse locker room and the varsity locker room into the baseball locker room and if we managed to get a winning season it would help him push that agenda through. We ended that year barely beating our last opponent for a nine wins
As the tournament progressed we lost 1 game out of the 12 or 13 games we played. My coach proceeded to sit us down on a dirty curb in the parking lot and cussed each one of us out. All 12 of his players, went one by one down the line and told all of us how selfish and horrible we were. As he approached me in the line I knew it would be awful and when he finally got to me he proved me right. He called me stupid, terrible, unreliable, and cowardly.
Last year I became captain on the Soccer Varsity team of my high school. Being captain isn’t just being the head of all the girls, but is doing the best for the team. My goal was to work as a team in and outside the field, and working together to win and have fun. But my conflicts with certain girls were getting in the way, because how can I expect them to do a certain thing if I’m not setting an example. I chose to talk to those girls, set things straight and set an example to my teammates.
I’ll admit it, I’m not the best player on my team. And as we all know, there’s only so many spots for the varsity team. So in no way did I expect to make varsity as a sophomore. However, I didn’t expect my friends too, either. The preseason had gone well: we practiced in the gym
After that year I told myself that would never happen again, so I started focusing on becoming a better athlete and trying to understand the sport. By eighth grade I was starting on defence and playing backup running back, which I did not mind at all. Playing the positions I liked, but then a team mate got
The consequence of our action was a game suspension for the senior and I was moved to Junior Varsity, and the only way I was to get moved up was if the team made it to playoffs. I felt betrayed because of all the effort I put in to be on the varsity it was taken away from me in a 4 hour time span. When I was moved down I hated the sport of football and I could not quit because I wouldn't be allowed to play the next season. I went to practice and watched all my friends play on the varsity with envy. I was anti-social on the field and made the other Junior Varsity players fear me when it was time to start practicing.
Now as I am a junior this year, I will be faced with the challenge of having to be a leader for our soccer team. This is my third year playing soccer, and I will have to lead our underclassmen in a positive and respectful manner. This challenge of helping lead our soccer team will come much easier given I have had
It is a normal day in fourth grade. I am continuously stumping my classmates academically; however, students also make fun of my accent and unbreakable pattern of defeat in my Physical Education, P.E class. I have come to accept my lack of athleticism, and am giving up on my dream to become an athlete. Yet deep down inside, it still matters to me that no one wants me on their team. I disguise my dreadful athleticism from my classmates by acting careless and uninterested in the game.
As a little boy I had big dreams of playing football. When I was walking in the halls of the intermediate and middle school and saw the high school football players with their jerseys on, they were like super stars. I looked up to them because I wanted to be like them. The high school football players were popular, they were happy, and they were important to the school. Going to the football games on Friday nights was the highlight of my week.
My eighth-grade year, I tried out for the school’s co-ed soccer team and was confident that I would make the team. During the three hard days of try-outs, I pushed myself to improve each day and received several compliments from the coaches. On the last day, the head coach pulled me aside to tell me
With being at that academy and around that competitive nature I learnt perseverance, sportsmanship, as well as how to stay humble. Samuel Johnson once said “Great works are performed not by strength but by perseverance”. With being the youngest on the team, I was passed over multiple times for ice time, sitting out of important games due to the fact that I was the youngest and the newest member to the team. When you get constantly looked over time after time, it takes a toll on
Bullying is a phenomenon existing as long as humans exist. The fact that it didn’t have a name for years doesn’t mean that it wasn’t a widespread way of behavior, in cases where two different types of people were involved ; the strong and the weak ones. Although bullying is considered as a form of aggression, or in some cases as an infringement of the human rights, “bullying is commonly regarded as an aspect of aggression”. (Roland and Idsoe, 2001), there are significant differences between them , the most important of which that “bullying is different from peer conflict. It is conflict between individuals that do not share equal physical and / or psychological power.
I felt that I was the worst on the team and that because I was so terrible, no one would like me. After only one practice I was ready to give up. I did not want to put in the effort. Fortunately, my parents forced me to continue with the team. I arrived the next day with an intense