‘Who am I?’, ‘What do I want to do in my life’ are questions asked to me many times throughout my life- by my parents, my teachers and my friends. Every time they ask this kind of questions, I always give them, the exact same response or something along the lines of- ‘I don’t know’. One thing I realized after losing 2 of my best friends is that I am someone that needs companionships and
It was the 5th grade where I fell in love with football. Before the 5th Grade I played football, for club teams, however, I did not ‘love’ it. That was until I met my two closest friends or my only friends for that year and the year after that. I had met these kids in the previous years and we were also on the same football club, however, we were not ‘close friends’. I became friends with these kids through a good game of pickup football on a Sunday. I don’t remember how or what, but on that day, Julian and Thomas became some of the best friends I have ever had. I know that 's sounds kind of cheesy, but that was how it was. We played football every recess, we went to each other 's house every other week and we chatted with each other every single day. If my home was not able to hospitalize my friends, I would go to either Julian’s house or Thomas. If Julian was not available to chat that night, I would be chatting with Thomas, If Thomas was not available to
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Julian would get the best grades in the best classes, in addition, he could memorize facts with just a glance at the evidence. His ability to memorize things instantly just befuddled me. Julian was also a very caring person. Every Time I got sick, the next day he would bring me cough drops, even if I really didn’t need them. With so much knowledge contained in this kid, whenever I had a problem I felt like he knew exactly how to solve them because he would always have a solution to my problems, and they would almost always
Would you give me an answer stating your name, date of birth and where you lived? You know, the simple stuff. Or would you tell me your dreams and aspirations, telling me genuinely who you are as a person and where you want to be? The truth is, I don’t think that any of you could tell me. We are all trying to find ourselves.
I also have a deep love for football as many of the kids in this story did. The kids in this story talked about how when they were young they would go to the games on Friday nights, and dream about what the future for them would be like. They could not wait to play for the Permian school district, and be the town heroes. This aspect of the story for me was so relatable. I too would go to Scott City Beaver games when I was young, and dream about what my future would hold as a football player.
There 's always the one question in life that gets asked, “What do you want to do when you grow up?” Even when students or adults are all grown up they still ask that question. The thing is, they will always question themselves, they will question themselves until they believe they accomplished their goals. Furthermore, finding a college without a certain career in mind is difficult. Even if someone does have their mind set on a career it’s still challenging, because they don 't know if that college is best for them.
He says “For some of these kids, football was the only thing they had. It was their lifeline, their way out” (102). Through football, the players can build a sense of community and camaraderie. It provides them with valuable skills such as communication and teamwork that can be used both on and off the field. Football can also give them the motivation and confidence to achieve their goals.
For many years of my life all I did was play soccer. I kicked around a soccer ball in my house, rushed out to the field to play during recess, and then went to practice after school. I was constantly playing and making new friends outside of the classroom. Some of the friends I’ve made playing youth soccer have become my best friends now.
Until, I finally catch the ball, for the first time. It was an incredible feat. My brother, 12 at the time, ran to me picked me up and celebrated with me. For the next 12 years whenever I am faced with a difficult challenge, my brother always reminds me of the football.
Introduction It was the beginning of my 5th grade school year, and I decided that I wanted to begin a new sport. On the first day of practice, having never played the sport, our coach lined us all up on the field. Our team had a quarterback from the previous year that was returning, but he had no one to back him up this season. As coach Link stood back to examine his future team, unexpectedly, he pointed at me and said, “you are going to play quarterback”. Excited, reflecting back, it was one of the best moments of my life.
We would get up early to go outside and not come back until late at night. Just playing random games or just talking. Most games we played were sandman or hide n seek. Sometimes we got our bikes and just went around the neighborhood or the park. We would do everything together we were like a second family it was unnatural to not see each other
Who am I? Who are we? Where do I belong? What is self identity? These are a few questions that people will ask themselves within their lifetime.
The spring of my freshman year marked a pivotal moment in my life. I was overwhelmed to hear the news that I was the only freshman to make the Varsity squad and with that came an uproar of heaping praise from classmates and varsity teammates alike. My soccer skills somehow had a profound effect on many of my fellow peers as they found enjoyment from watching me play. Mutually so, I found joy and satisfaction that many of my peers who are now my friends were entertained by my soccer skills. Showcasing these skills every Friday night from January to April provided me with a euphoric feeling that I still cannot explain.
“Who am I?” “Who are you?” Does anyone really know the answer to these questions? The answer is: very few. Very few people can develop a sense of self.
One day five years ago my father asked me if I wanted to be the water boy for the Milton Hershey School football team. I said, “Yes”. So for three years I was the water boy. I once got cleated in the face. I had to sit down for a little, but then I sprang up as fast as a rabbit.
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.
They say the game of football teaches life lessons and morals that can only can be caught from the experiences the game brings. Well that’s exactly why I’m still playing the game. It was freshman year coming into high school, you know the first day jiggers and being lost for countless minutes trying to find your class. Making sure you have a pencil and a notebook to write in. Looking around trying to find familiar faces.
As a result, she encouraged me to pick up a sport she felt was “safer”, football. As time passed, I was very clear about one thing - there was a passion and love for football within me. I remember dad telling me how my brothers and I would beg him to allow us to play football during our free time. My brother, Sean, and I both showed talent in football. However, due to financial constraints, only one of us could be sent to England to pursue our football dream.