Everyday, I showed up to high school soccer practice at 4:10 pm to get my soccer gear on and be ready to do a team dynamic warm-up by 4:20 pm. Therefore, my teammates and I are ready to start practice at 4:30 pm. But, as I arrived to practice on a Friday afternoon, things seemed a little obscure and I couldn’t figure out what it was. I tried to go on as I usually do, putting on my shin guards, socks, cleats and inhaled a couple puffs of my inhaler. Then, as we began to get on the line to start warm-ups, my coach asked some girls to pump up the balls, so about 6 of us stopped what we were doing and grabbed our pumps. However, it was cutting into our warm-up time, but as one of the Senior Leaders, I decided we should wait to do the warm-up as a team, so we don’t leave anyone out. It seemed to make sense, since we always warm up as a team. After, the girls and I were done pumping up the balls, we started warm-up.. Then, two minutes into our warm-up, my coach sternly said, “girls this isn’t …show more content…
The coach came over to us and started to sternly scold us about how unorganized our bags were, and how practice was running late since warm-ups started late. It seemed like she was blaming us for practice starting later than usually, so before I could stop myself, I said, “you asked us to pump up the balls, so 5 or 6 of us stopped and pumped them up.” She said, “ah, what.” Then, I repeated myself, “we pumped up the balls, that’s why warm ups ran a couple of minutes late. Plus, I wanted everyone to warm up together.” It didn’t seem to be a big deal to me, since we weren’t responsible for the balls not being pumped up. Plus, she seemed to be in a rush to get to practice on time. My teammates and I seemed confused on why it was such a big deal, since it seemed obvious to everyone on why things were running later than
To make it even harder to focus, we could hear the music of another guard’s performance throughout warmup. I encouraged my team to stay focus on how we want to perform. As we prepared to perform, several girls began crying and hugging as if we were already done. I talked to each girl I passed and told them that it was time to focus and to show this crowd how good we are. That performance was the perfect ending to the season; it was everything we had worked for. However, we weren’t done yet; we still had to fold our floor, put away our flags, and get ready for the awards ceremony. On our way to put away our equipment, one of my girls started crying and apologizing for a mistake she had made, afraid that she compromised the show. I told her immediately that whatever score we made, we earned it as a team. I comforted her with my own struggles of perfectionism and feelings of inadequacy, but those feelings don’t necessarily reflect our
Some kids that have been playing for a long time got cut. I couldn’t believe it. The next day at practice coach said now that you made the team we are going to have a tryout for who is going to start and make lines according on skill and your ability to work. Every drill I was first, we ran a thing called the stair way to haven, I was first.
As more of my teammates began to show up, I recognized most of them. However, I learned later that if I went on to play in the Spring, this would not be the same exact team I would play with. With only twenty minutes until we began,I put on all of my gear and my dad gave me a thorough warm up. Time seemed to fly by, and before I knew it, everyone was gathered together as positions were being assigned. I was originally overwhelmed with excitement, but as the game drew closer, the joy I had felt was replaced with anxiety. The lacrosse game taking place before ours ended and we entered and took our place on our bench. I recognized the opposing team’s jerseys quickly and identified them as a travel team from our area. Taking one final breath, I rushed into the lacrosse net enjoying my bird’s eye view, unsure of what was to
I got dressed like normal, and got a partner and started bumping the volleyball like yesterday. But what changed today was that we were going to the high school. When we got to the high school the same routine happened. Also today, some people got cut from the team. When they started calling people off I would hear a few names that sounded like Jalyn but were luckily not mine. After the list was over, the coach bursted out,” Everyone that was called please go to the side so the coaches can talk to you, “Then she softly whispered to us,” You guys have made it past the first set of cuts.” We all started cheering but was quickly got hushed down by the coach with her brief, yet informative hand gestures. When we got on the bus, the ones that made it sympathetically apologized to the people that got cut on the bus ride home but when we got back everyone that made it gathered in a circle and
The first few weeks of practice were full of bad attitudes and laziness. As a sophomore, I, along with the other underclassman, kept my mouth shut and put effort into practices. It was t...
It then started to get harder and each day was a different workout to help me and my teammates improve. I was at a point where all I could do was attend school, go to practice and go home. Each day I was beyond tired. At a point of time I felt like giving up and going back to my regular life, and regular schedule. As the coach started to notice how I felt, he pulled me to the side and started to question what was going on. I explained, but everything I said was not a good enough reason. My coach told me, “If this is what you really want you won’t give up, no matter how hard it may get you will overcome it.” That day I learned a valuable lesson, to never give up.
I didn’t want to go to practice. I was exhausted and it was 8:45am; the night
We had been waiting all day, we were all ecstatic for practice. It was the last of the season. As soon as the final bell rang, we raced to our locker room to get dressed. I made sure to grab my spikes and was off to our team meeting place. As the team gathered with excitement we saw our coach approaching us with a look of despair. He explained to us that the high school students would be taking over the track for the day and that our last middle school, track and field practice would not be happening. Many of the students were very upset because it was at our school and so therefore it was our track. Many incidents like this have more than likely happened to the swimmers and softball players as well.
While I was in high school, I joined the soccer team. There were 15 girls in a team. There were three girls, whose last name was Lepcha. Who think that they play better soccer then everybody in a team and they do play well but not good as they thought they were. They had started playing soccer for one or two years ago. There were two other girls, whose name was Sabina and Dilu. They were my best friends. My one friend Sabina had played soccer for quite long and she played well but she did not have an attitude as Lepcha did. My second friend was Dilu; she was not that good at soccer. It was her first time playing soccer just like me. I do not know other people who were on a soccer team but the one thing I know about them was that it was their
“BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP, BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!” The time is now 5:00 AM. Struggling to open my eyes, I blindly search for the snooze button on my alarm clock. As soon as I hit the snooze button, I hear Caitlin yelling, “Get up Aki! Let’s go! Coach is going to kill us if we are late!” My friend, Caitlin, who was also my roommate and doubles partner had managed to awaken me with her loud warnings to get ready for our 5:30 AM Thursday training session. Thinking back now, I am convinced that the definition of teamwork can only be accurately portrayed at 5:00 AM. Sleep-deprived, mentally and physically exhausted, I walk with Caitlin to the UMKC Sweeney Athletic Center and join the Women’s Tennis Team for an intense training session. I had officially started my day. My schedule for the rest of the day included Computer Science classes, a 3 hour long tennis practice, and several hours of homework before bedtime. Grueling days, such as the one described above, were the norm throughout my college years. My commitment to tennis was a continuous challenge; however, I played because the sport gave me friendship, success, failure, and above all structure in my life. Tennis has been instrumental in shaping who I am today.
"C'mon, Chris, you get in the shower first," Taylor ordered from the other bed. "You're already up." Chris conceded and worked his way to the shower. Everyone in the room knew it too, due to his grunting and whining under his breath. Soon enough he was out of the shower and so were Taylor, Anders, and I. We ate breakfast with the rest of the team downstairs in the hotel in silence. It was too early to talk or chat. Everyone knew that one thing was going to be on their minds: winning. It was not worth discussing, either. Everyone knew that our varsity eight was possibly the strongest that McCallie had ever had, and that we had a good chance of winning some gold medals that day, if not a great chance. We loaded on the bus like ants, noiselessly flowing into one little opening. The bus ride was silent all of the way over as well. Everyone's heads, looking intently forward, were slightly jostling along with the bumps in the road. Some tried to sleep, but the tension and excitement was too much for most of them to be successful.
Three weeks into the start of that same season, I experienced a failure incomparable to any other. It all started after a usual day at practice when my coach said,
The rest of my team is going to through the routine but I can’t understand what’s going on. My coach walks over and asks me more questions which I mumble out answers too. She tells me to stay laying down and that I should take it easy. This is when the tears come.
In the summer of 2016 in Los Angeles CA two teams that play for LA high school have summer training. Billy who plays for the football team and Sarah who competes for the track team. The problem is there practices are on the same day and there’s only one field. “Wooooo Hooooo school’s out and i’m ready for football training.”
The other two coaches arrived before the session and the three of us talked through what was going to happen before, during and after the match. This meant that once the players arrived and had been taken for their warm up I took their first main drill of duo’s and because the session was planned before the players arrived the transition between the warm up and the first drill was very fluid and this is a direct result of planning and preparation by the coach. Although the session was planned it was not seamless as the behaviour of a couple of the players was not acceptable and did not meet the context anticipated, to adapt to this situation I conducted myself in an appropriate manner. This links to social learning theory as children tend to replicate the behaviours of significant others (Jarvis, 2005), therefore by behaving in an appropriate manner the coach can act as a role model for the children which should have a beneficial effect on the players behaviour. I started to see an effect on one of the players in my next session a few weeks later, however one player was still misbehaving so one of the coaches made the player go in goal during a shooting drill, as the player did not want to be there he made an effort to behave.