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I have learned to live by the catch phrase of the big time show, Big Brother, on CBS. “Expect the Unexpected”. On this particular day I did not. The same rude and angry tone my sister had every morning when she yelled at me to turn off my school alarm. It was a bit cold that morning with the early chill but that’s just because southern California isn’t used to the cold. I got to school that day and the hype was insane for the soccer list to come out. My friends and I have been waiting for this moment for six years now. This was our special year and we all knew it. It had meant everything to us. We were ready to take on senior year as a team and then winning CIF, the major playoff system my state had after high school league, together. …show more content…
It was the kind of nap you wake up and think you skipped something such as dinner or even slept through the night. Nevertheless, my phone had blown up while I was asleep so I had known the list was out. Without reading the texts, my eager self was ready to see the list and who would be playing alongside me my senior year. I look at the roster, thoroughly confused to not see my name. For me I think to myself, surely it is a mistake, except with the terrifying thought in the back of my head that this was indeed, not a mistake at all but reality. After fully bringing myself together, I had known that the coach did not put me on the team. The hours in my room I spent sobbing salty tears pondering the decision that the coach had made had me sick to my stomach, as well as extremely confused. Both my parents gave me unexpected responses to the situation as if they knew this was going to be the outcome all along. I was so curious until hours later that night both me and my dad could not sleep. He said, “sorry son this is my fault.” I was filled with mixed emotion; anger, sadness, grief, etc. My body could not function and I could not get the words “why” to come out of my mouth no matter how hard I tried. He came to my room to eventually tell me that him and the coach had come to a very staggering disagreement and he figured he might pull a stunt like …show more content…
Everybody was curious as to why but I had no answer for them except for, “I don’t know.”
I took a bath that night which I never had, turned off the lights and just cried endless tears. As I sat down in the pitch darkness I thought to myself, what if everything had panned out differently. What if I had woken up and my name was on the list. Either way it was done with and I would not be able to play soccer my senior year. Nobody at school could every imagine the emotional emptiness I had been through the past 24 hours. My sister never even bothered to ask if I had been okay. All I knew was that I wanted to be on that team more than anything, and it had been taken away from me and my “potential teammates”.
Soccer has taught me all sorts of life lessons and it came with friends that I can call brothers. With all this, I learned to take your weaknesses and make them your strengths. Being cut from the team encouraged me to work even harder than before in the offseason and try to get a scholarship to a small school. With that not working out I went to Cu-Boulder for business and tried out for the club team. I made the team, I could not be happier and neither can my family and
Soccer has guided me in many ways to become the person I am. Especially in high school, the sport has showed me how to be much more cooperative and open with others. Before high school, I isolated myself from others and had only a few close friends. Rather than being a sociable, I acted as though I was the only person in the world and had the outlook that as long as I do what is right individually, there is no need for me to work with others. This outlook changed when I joined the soccer team at Holy Spirit, my high school. With the way soccer is at the high school level, I had no choice but to cooperate and associate my selves with others. Once on the field, instead of introducing myself as "me" I had to introduce myself as a part of the team. You win as a team and you lose as a team. Sometimes I wanted to drive to games myself, and I was not allowed to because we are supposed to travel together and it would be wrong to the team for me to separate myself from the group.
I was awful young enough to not fully be aware of the entire situation. What I did know was that I didn’t want to move into a new house, attend a new school, and definitely not live without my dad. Adapting to my new and different surroundings was very hard for me. I was upset with my dad for his actions because he was the cause of all the changes. I was mainly angry with my mom though for her decision. To my eight year old self, I felt as if it wasn’t fair. I was her precious girl and entire world and I knew she would do anything to see my happy. For that particular reason was why i couldn 't comprehend her decision. I wasn 't happy with the outcome, I hoped she would forgive him and we could be a family
Once again, the next year, I was on the All-Star team. This time we were all determined to stay in the tournament and win the championship. We started off lousy, though, making four errors in the first game and losing 4-0. We now had to win every game and beat the last team twice. We did defeat every team we went up against, including the team that beat us the first game, and once again ended up in the championship game.
Playing soccer has also brought my family closer together. Both my parents and my sisters would come to all my games and support me. No matter the outcome of the game my family was always there for me. My family has been at my important games and the games that I am not so proud of. Even though they have seen the worst of the sport I still love having them watching me play. They have been the reason I have never given up. And I love making them proud. In the past year, my travel team folded and I thought that I would never have another team to play on. It was very upsetting knowing that I would not be playing with the same girls that I have played with my entire life. Yet, I joined an intramural team and started playing again. I played on a co-ed team for two more years before I graduated high school. On the intramural tea...
As a sophomore it will be my eleventh year playing soccer. I am excited to keep learning and trying new things and to make new friends as well. Last year I was the only freshman on the team and it felt as though I was trying to play catch up. This year I want to encourage the new freshmen and help them rise to the best of their abilities while I rise to mine.
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I played soccer since I was seven, as of the last few years I played at a very high level. I have represented Ohio South two times at a regional showcase, I have been invited to participate in a camp in Manchester, England and attended the camp twice. Also last Season for the Newark High School soccer team I was named first team all league and third team all central district. Soccer was the first sport I truly loved to do, I wanted to be the best. I work hours upon hours to master whatever part of the game I wanted to improve on. Soccer has taught me to have a great work ethic, and that mentality came when I was cut from the state team the first time I tried out. It was the worst thing that has ever happened to me, I was destroyed, and I thought I was not good but I knew I could do better. The next year I worked, I got bigger, stronger, faster, my soccer I.Q. was higher;therefore, overall I was a much better player. The result of that work, was that I made the team, but not only, I made the starting line up. After that I knew I could accomplish anything I put my mind to.
The horn blew and the game started, Dedham won the face off and is running down the field at a faster pace than I was used to. They shot the ball! I couldn’t move my stick quick enough to save it, so I threw my body in front of it and got hit right in the shoulder. It hurt a lot, but what I hadn’t realized was that it hit my shoulder and reflected ten feet away from the net where my player caught it and ran down the field and scored. The other team didn’t know what hit them. It was the half now and the score was three to nothing in our favor. Our couch told us that we needed to keep up the good work.
A few hours passed and it was approaching 12:00: game time. As I was getting my equipment on, all the possible things that could go wrong flashed threw my head. As I finish putting on my pads and other equipment, I heard a voice from behind me, "Just stay focused man, and play like you have been.” It was RJ, trying to help me focus and give me motivation. Walking into that dark tunnel with the light at the end is like an exhilarating wave of nerves and excitement. Approaching the end of the tunnel, all I could hear was the crowd screaming and yelling. From there on, as we ran onto the field, another person took over, and I didn't know the outcome of what was about to happen.
This past fall I tried out for the varsity basketball team at my high school. I had played both on the freshman team and then last year on the junior varsity team. Playing on the varsity team is all I’ve wanted to do. I’d practiced all summer and in September and October to get ready for the try-outs at the beginning of November. Unfortunately I did not make the team. It was a huge blow for me because I had worked really hard and had expected to make it. Thankfully my moms and my friends were there to remind me that there were other paths to pursue my dreams. I could have easily been bitter and decided to stop caring, but they wouldn’t let me. I was humbled by this experience and decided to turn it into a positive. I’ve since decided to join the Wilson Live club at school. It’s a group that films and commentates sports events at school. This connects to a possible major that I’m interested in when I go to college--communications or sports
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Throughout a persons life, they are faced with different obstacles, and different challenges of all different types. My life in particular has been full of up and downs related especially towards my soccer career. In the novel The Pact, three boys, George, Rameck, and Sam are faced with many obstacles throughout their lives, where they must learn to overcome and achieve great success on their own will power. Essentially, I have done the same thing. My soccer career has been one of my most difficult life challenges creating the person I am today. I was always taught that soccer was to be about the love of the game and that it should be fun. Unfortunately, I faced many obstacles that I needed to overcome before I could truly love the game for what it was worth. I grew and continued to love the game, knowing little at the time of the obstacles I would be faced with, and would need to overcome.
It was game night and I was amped to be a part of the football team, I had waited a long time to be a part of the Southeast Trojans’ team! I was a little unsure though because I had missed three days of practice this week and I knew that Coach didn’t play that. When I got to the locker room to get dressed, Coach told me to see him once I got dressed out. I got scared right away because I didn’t know what he was going to say or do to me because I knew in the back of my mind that it was about me missing practice. When I was dressed out, I went in to see Coach. He said, “DaTrevion, have a seat and let me speak with you.” I replied, “Yes sir.” Coach then proceeded to tell me, “Trey, I am disappointed that you have missed practice every day
I had played on the volleyball team all through my junior high days, and was a starter on the “A” freshman team when I reached high school. As a sophomore, I couldn’t believe it when I got the towel thrown in on me. I was devastated when I was cut from the team. Volleyball was my life; I absolutely loved the sport. How could they do this to me? Everyone told me things would turn out fine, but how did they know? A close friend of mine wrote me a letter stating, “I know that right now it is hard to accept the paths that God has chosen for us, but I am sure whatever you decide to do with what has been thrown in your way you can surpass everyone else”. I thought about what that really meant, and decided she was right. I had been thrown something I was not sure what to do with or how to handle, but with a little advice from my brother, Chris, I decided to take a risk and try something new. I chose to become a member of our school’s cross-country team.