Essay On School Wrestling

As a seventeen year old kid in the spring of my Junior year in high school, I largely considered myself to be an adult. I could easily cook or clean for myself when needed, I could drive, and I was for the most part mentally mature enough as well. However, one quality that eluded me from adulthood was the fact that I evaded any unwanted responsibilities. Like most kids my age with a similar background, selective attention was an issue. The aspects or issues I cared about, I really cared about. And the issues I didn't care about or want to care about, I did everything and anything to block them from entering my thoughts. However, this all changed in the spring of my Junior year. In early March 2016, a week or two after our school wrestling season

It was due to the coached feuds with certain kids on the team and their parents, as well as others who have outside connections with the wrestling team. Although the reason for why they had been fired was fairly legitimate and largely irrefutable, the manor in which they had been fired was a bit rude and abrupt. They were fired over email with little to no warning. Given this somewhat controversial situation, there would inevitably be sides taken over whether or not the coaches should've been fired. But where there was judgement by others in terms of who was to blame and which side to take, I took the right course of action and listened to both sides of the story. I talked to my dad on the phone for an hour immediately after we had found out, as he supported the decision to fire them. And later, I talked on the phone with the coach for an hour and a half to hear what he had to say about the situation. It would've been very easy to let emotion negatively affect my thinking and my actions. A couple of my teammates who shared similar relations with my coach as I did chose to let that happen, and they found themselves taking his side without rationally thinking the situation