High School Sports As A Moral Change

Generally, literature imitate life, authors write of the tragic consequences of covetous lifestyles to provoke readers. Consequently, after being inspired from these works, readers become enraged and demand a moral change in their lives. Of course these realizations are built on the belief that their lives are filled with too much selfishness so they must become gratified. However, these moral transformations occur and are not successful because of one thing: people do not change. While I emphasize this belief of mine, I must point out, one’s moral beliefs, their character, their principles, their truths, do not change. Moreover, people’s lifestyles, appearance, thoughts, and behaviors do transform as they grow. Once faced with materialism,

Freshman are expected to be weak, slow, and have poor technique. But during my freshman year of being on my high school’s downhill ski team, I trained hard: I was strong, fast, and had proper technique. Before we started the season, the head coach claimed she would not have any tryouts for the varsity team, the previous season’s lineup would apply for the winter. As a result of her new “rule”, I worked harder: I lifted more weights, I was the last one off the hill, and when the opportunity presented itself, I beat the elite girls. Due to my success, I was pulled and placed onto the “A” team as a starter. Word quickly traveled around the team that the new freshman made the starting six. Consequently, parents began to complain that their senior, junior, sophomore, or even freshman, did not get the opportunity I had earned. The head coach quickly started to received “hate mail”, she became biased towards me. She treated me with hate because everyone else did. As Nick Carraway of The Great Gatsby was "within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life" during a dinner party which he was not taking part it, I too surrounded myself with no dependable supporters (). The night before regionals, my coach called my phone and spoke to me, the words are forever engraved in my mind: “Elizabeth, I just don’t know about tomorrow, I have a feeling. A gut feeling, that you will do terrible tomorrow. Elizabeth, you are the reason our team sucks”. Not only was my trainer verbally abusing me, my “teammate” and her family sent me consistent offensive text messages. Slowly my confidence degraded, and my performance reflected that. It took me a long time to relearn of my self-worth after that season. Although I did not finish the season as well as I have envisioned prior to the winter, I earned my varsity letter. For all the nights I cried myself to sleep, for all the late-night