About two years ago I was a recreational dancer and all I wanted was to go onto the competitive team. Every class I would work so hard and push my limits so that I could be flexible enough for the competition. Audition day came and I made it onto the team. But a couple weeks later I found out that the dance studio closed. I was so bummed out, and I thought that I would never have that opportunity again.
Growing up, I spent most of my time playing sports and trying to stay active as much as possible. As I got older, I became more serious with field hockey, and I was determined to make the varsity team my junior year of high school. All summer I spent working on my stick skills on the field, and my endurance in the gym in order to do everything I could to make the varsity squad. When tryouts started in the end of August, I hadn’t performed the way I wanted to, and girls I thought had no chance of making the team, played so well over the three days. However, I was hopeful I still had a shot on the varsity roster.
Diabetes instantaneously made that phrase my reality.. I like to call this story, the worst day of my life. My nerves were already on edge because I had to get my wisdom teeth pulled. When I came home from the surgery, I felt horrible. Getting out of bed was an ordeal; my body felt lousy.
This year I was honored to be the captain of the cheerleading team in Zapata High School. We started since June in the summer to try to perfect the simple stunts needed to know before we got to the more challenging and difficult ones. This was not easy for us, we failed and failed until the 100th time, we would finally stick the stunt. I would blame this entirely on the fact that not all the cheerleaders have taken physics in high school with Mrs. Pangi. If all of the team would’ve known at least the basics of physics, we wouldn’t struggle as much in the stunting area of cheerleading.
However, during the Districts race, around the beginning of the third mile, I experienced a pain in my side unlike any pain I had ever felt before. It was a difficult race to finish, as I wanted to give up. It would have been acceptable if I gave up, as we later learned I experienced a diaphragm spasm. Instead, I remembered the goal I set for myself, to be fully present in every workout and race, and to push through every obstacle I faced. So, I ran on, finished with a career personal record.
It all seemed great, but was I ready or would I ever be ready to see people in their worst days? It took me a whole year in college to realize that firefighting was something I did not want to pursue. Desperately looking for a new major, I started to consider teaching, but purely for selfish reasons. However, somewhere during my second year of college, there was a significant spark that led me to want to pursue teaching for a different reason. In high school, sports were everything, maintaining a good GPA was crucial.
At the beginning of my junior year of high school I got a concussion while playing soccer. I had to miss two weeks of school before the pediatrician I saw for the injury cleared me to go back to school. Coming back to school after the concussion and what followed was by far the hardest challenge I’ve had to overcome. It wasn’t making up the work from my absence or being back at school for the first time in two weeks that was challenging. The reason it was so incredibly difficult for me to come back to school was that when I returned I kept getting excruciatingly painful headaches.
In life failure is synonymous with death, you don’t know when it will happen, how it will happen, but one thing you can be sure of it will happen. I remember learning how to ride a bike I consider myself a good rider one thing I don’t remember is how many times I fell in attempt to trying to learn how to ride. When I received the news that I was being dismissed from law school I was devastated. Being admitted to law school was one of my biggest accomplishments and also one of my biggest failures. In every failure there are lessons I learned three life changing lessons sitting out a year of law school.
Without a break and feeling overwhelmed, I grew disinterested in soccer as it became a stressful environment for me as the older girls had to join our team and I was no longer seeing the field a lot. Everything was too much at once for me at the time and soccer came last on my priority list as the season trudged on. I finished out the spring season, but high school tryouts were next. Last high school season I was head over heels for our coach, Mack,
The last straw occurred when our goalie attempted to block another close goal by our opponents, but got him a sprained ankle in return. Unfortunately, officials determined he had to sit out for the rest of the game. His role in the game was crucial to our win. And with a wave, our goalie left us to perish with 10 minutes left; also, our opponents started with the ball to resume the game. Helpless and battered, exposed to a missile barrage of exhaustion, none of us could take this agony anymore.
“Crack”, “click” was what I heard before the most excruciating pain I have ever felt filled my right knee. It was on October 7th, it was just weeks before my junior season was going to start. I was at Massillon Washington high school at wrestling practice like I was almost every day. I was drilling with the assistant coach Percy McGee hitting single legs which was my favorite move. About 40 seconds into the drill I hit another single and all of a sudden my knee locked at about 90 degrees.
The reason that internal bleeding was such a possibility was because this was my third concussion. They told me that I had whiplash, and a severe concussion. The doctor giving us these results was the true moment that I found out that I’d never be able to play sports again, and it killed me to hear that. I was discharged after being in the ER for about five hours, and I finally got to go home. This day was what caused my eleven month struggle with Post Concussion Syndrome, over a year of stomach issues, weight loss, and also several months of depression.
After the game, my family and I went to urgent care and it turned out, I broke my wrist. I was devastated since the tournament was two weeks away and there was no way I could play. My thoughts were troubled, but there was one idea I received, never say never. Therefore, I practiced the hardest I had in a while for those two weeks at my local golf course. By the time the day of the tournament arrived, I was ready.
A failure can be a downward spiral or a setback turning into a benefit. When athletes experience head trauma, they only recover a little, which might end their career early or other times people never recover. In the case of my four month concussion, there are residual mental and physical problems. For me, this challenge helped me develop as a person than will work harder and strive for the best in my academics. Running onto the field, I can 't believe we won it - the High School Girls ' Rugby Championship.
I joined the North Eugene Wrestling team. Trying to have time for academics, sports, and friends is a huge challenge, but I know I can do it. 2nd trimester into school and I got a knee injury leaving me off the wrestling team temporarily. So yes, words do hurt, very badly in fact. Even though I had a very challenging time my middle school years, I turned it around and used my perseverance to prove everyone wrong.