I discovered one of my passions by participating in a sport I swore i would never do: cross country. For the majority of my life I had played competitive soccer and it was part of my identity. I loved the feeling of sprinting down the field towards an attacking forward for the sole purpose of helping my team and I never wanted to give that up. Entering my freshman year of high school, I joined a soccer program that was filled with pressure to win games, and although I had a great time during the season with my teammates I sensed that something wasn’t right. My parents and friends knew the struggles I was going through with soccer and they all said the same thing, “why don’t you try cross country?” My answer was the same each time, “I would never even consider doing cross country, that's not going to happen.
When I first thought about how soccer impacted my life, nothing really came to mind. I was that kid who mostly looked forward to the end of the game snacks and bringing around the goal jar. But when I actually began thinking about more about playing soccer I realized that soccer was the first place where I was fully submerged into something completely new. I learned how to make friends, how be a leader, and how to have good sportsmanship. These are all things that have made me into the person I am today and it all began on the soccer field.
the ball hits the post and ricochets in. Goal! I first started soccer sometime before second grade, but then stopped after my coach stopped coaching. Since then I’ve recently started it again and am at the point where I can make decent passes and am a decent runner. I enjoy soccer, because of the feeling of being a gear in a machine, with each gear doing its part, some bigger than others, to achieve a common
I may not be the best at soccer or even the best on the team, but I can tell you this. I’ve been a leader before to other clubs and activities so I know how it is to run the show and be able to build a strong team after we have started with nothing. I speak the truth for all of you, and for everyone on this team who doesn’t have a voice. Two weeks ago I saw this team falling to the ground. I saw the lack of excitement and enjoyment in the faces on this team.
However, this stereotype did not make my dad desist from trying to initiate me to soccer, and, since I was four years old, he would bring me to the park and teach me how to kick a ball and play soccer. Rapidly soccer became not only my biggest passion but also the common ground between my father and me. More than anything else, I wanted to play soccer. I would play with my friends at the park or alone in the living room; however I craved to play in a team. My determination to pursue my passion was so overwhelming that I chose to join a soccer team where I
As athletes, we always feel invincible. No matter what I was told, I was fully convinced that a serious injury can’t happen to me. One day, when I least expected it, it happened to me. During my last soccer game as a freshman, I moved wrong. That one step challenged me with the idea of never playing again.
These hopes did not turn out as planned the transition was tough and once again I felt alone when I signed up from my school team. Again I was the only African American who signed up for the team and out of fear of being known as the “ black kid on the team” I did not join. With my club the feelings were different, my team had just started to play competitive and the lonely feeling began to drift. Little by little I began to see more people like me, and saw that they were also going against the norm of a sport belonging to Latinos. My first year in high school and competitive soccer taught me valuable things and those helped me answer the question that was still being asked to kids like
I have explored places I’d never give a second thought to because my sport took me there. Friends I had made came from the sport I played. I never ended up asking for friends to come over because to me, practice was hanging out with my friends, doing an activity with a purpose. Most of my closest and truest friends, have come from soccer. We are all bred with the same thought process of the traditional values within the sport.
Spending countless hours every week on something might make someone tired, but luckily, this is not the case for me. Since joining the Monacan Band, my life has in one way or another revolved around the band. Four years ago I would have never thought about applying for a leadership position. The idea of having a leadership position seemed scary and different. However, having past members exemplify leadership skills and Ms. Ryan’s guidance, I was lucky to learn from them and used those skills as I served as a section leader for two years.
The recreational youth soccer teams in Sigourney are made up of Sigourney Keota, and Tri-County kids, but the majority of the kids on the teams are from Sigourney. Each grade level has about 4 - 6 teams with 10 - 15 kids on a team. Now a few locals have put together a U-16 team for the Jr High kids and they play surrounding towns that have a U-16 team. But unfortunately I was never able to play for the Jr High team because it was started only 2 years ago when I would have been a sophomore. I have played soccer every since I was in preschool and I enjoyed it every year!
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. My first two years of college saw me as one of four players (out of a class of 22 players) to be on the varsity soccer team, meaning that I was exposed to long bus rides, missing classes for team events, and constantly being a lesson behind other students in my class. 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