Field Hockey Narrative

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So far, eighth grade has been my favorite year of my life. It was filled with many amazing memories with great friends. However, it didn’t start off that way. I had tried out for our school soccer team that year. My whole life, I had played soccer as a goalie, so I tried out as a goalie. I thought that they would need to take the two goalies that were trying out for the team incase one gets injured. Therefore, there was no way that I would get cut. Right? Apparently, the coach was not thinking the same way. I thought that for sure I would make the team. The whole day after tryouts, my stomach was filled with butterflies that would not stop fluttering around. I was with my best friend Bella while I waited for my email. Every five minutes I would nervously refresh my email. My hands were sweating and my heart felt like it was running a marathon. When I got the email that I did not make the team, my heart sunk into my stomach. Bella cheered me up immediately as we read the short email that the coach had sent by saying “Well, they lost out. But you can go play for field hockey! I heard that they need more players and aren’t cutting people!” That is the moment …show more content…

Other times, I believe that I am not good and that I have no idea what I am doing. Sometimes, I question why I am playing field hockey and didn’t try out for some other sport instead. However, I always realize that playing field hockey was the best decision I have ever made. Everyday during the field hockey season, I would stare at the clock in anticipation for my field hockey game or practice that day. As soon as the clock struck 1:50 and the teacher said “That’s all for today. See you guys tomorrow.” I rushed out of the room, to my locker, then the locker room. Field hockey was the bright spot to my day. The hour or two I spent playing field hockey let me forget all the stressful things that I have to do

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