Andrew was one of my best friends growing up. We did everything together, we were on the same football and soccer teams, and went to the same school. We also played little league baseball together. Our summers were spent playing soccer and swimming at the pool. The summer going into third grade his parents took a group of us to Splashtown. I was the first time I had ever been and had a blast. Then right before the school year started he moved to St. Louis, Missouri for his dad’s job. Every once in awhile he would fly back to The Woodlands and our friend group would go to a Dynamo soccer game, but over time he stopped flying back and we eventually lost touch. If he ever came back to houston I’m sure we would get our gang back together …show more content…
I would ask him if he still lives in St. Louis and if he is fulfilling/fulfilled his dream of playing collegiate soccer. When we were in elementary school the only thing that he ever talked about was soccer. I remember that his family had season tickets for the Houston Dynamo and he was obsessed with their star player. When we went to one of their games we stayed after to get a jersey signed and Andrew wore it the entire week afterwards. I have a picture of Andrew, my other friend Reid, and I at Reid’s pool when I was around nine or ten years old, and everytime I happen to walk by and see it I am reminded of how the times have changed. They both moved before we got to high school and we all moved on. I remember Andrew and I thought we were so cool when we got to machine pitch baseball, at Orwall. We were so excited to finally play ‘real’ baseball and were on the same team. That year we went all the way to the championship. We both ended up making the all-star team and had a blast playing in a couple tournaments that summer. Although my favorite sport at the time was baseball Andrew’s favorite sport was soccer. His dad coached our Rush soccer team. It was awesome, I remember that after he moved I quit soccer because, I did not want to
...Leon lives almost two miles from my house. Leon's mom over heard Leon talking about it to me over the phone. She like what ya'll done did and why you huffing and puffing all crazy. Leon tried to deny nothing happened but he ended up telling her. The only thing that happened to us was Leon got grounded for a couple of days. Earl and I started paint balling again. Mike and Sklyer stuck with baseball and we all had a story to tell when we got back to school. That was our last day egging in Springfield. When we got back to school that Monday the car we hit was parked in the students section. We went to the same school and we didn't even know it. A couple of months later they got me back
Being a senior, we had to drive the underclassmen to practice and on these drives were nothing but laughs. I had to drive James and Danny every single day, and the two of those kids together were nothing less than hysterical. Danny was a tall, lanky kid who was very nice and polite. James on the other hand was a short, stocky, loud, and a complete slob. I was always two seconds away from leaving him, but without fail he would come running out of the school with no shoes on, a loosened tie, and an unbutton shirt. No matter what the circumstances, James always had a very interesting, to say the least, way of explaining why he was late. It was anything from I fell down the stairs to my teacher wouldn’t let me leave because she was having a mental breakdown. One memory in particular was when James was talking about getting a McFlurry all day, we finally got him one and then when we showed up to the field he dropped it and spilled it all over. It was just the little things that makes me appreciate every single second of that
I was on the AMS Battle of The Books team, which won the county competition and continued to Regionals. Since sixth grade, I have been included in the Honor Society and have maintained a high honor roll for three years. Currently, I am the vice president of FBLA (Future Business Leaders of America). Athletic wise, I was on the volleyball team in both seventh and eighth grade. Education is not all about fun and games, there is hard work and strong commitment involved.
Ian is a friendly, energetic person, and he surrounds himself with love and positive energy wherever he goes. He’s friends with everyone, because everyone likes him. Everything he does he does with love, he even clicks the "love" button on facebook instead of "like". Ian is one of those people who only does what he wants to do, he doesn’t just allow himself to be dragged along places. He has always known what he wants to do, and who he wants to be with when he does it. In this way, Ian influences me to be, maybe not a better
“If at first you don’t succeed try , try again.” At the age of six I was starting to play football. The game was a hard hitting running and commitment. I was six years old at the time now I’m fourteen a freshman in high school a lot has changed.
Our first game was and I was a nervous wreck, but I got to play a favorite position on the field and that was catcher because our starting catcher was not at the game so I got to fill in for her the whole game. The end of the game we won the game, but we had a play get severely injured so she was out for five
Almost always, he would entertain me with an exciting and funny tale about something that happened in class or information about a cool project he was working on in class. A few years later, I started hearing stories from Shane, who had also begun attending Cathedral. At that
K-State players. I was excited, but I was wondering what would we do and have I met some players before? When got there I saw 10-14 year olds probity, I was the shortest one there. First the players introduced themselves some didn't look like they were in college. Then we got into age groups the stations were batting cages, throwing, pitching, catching, grounders, bunting and finally SNACK! When I started to play with these kids, I thought some could make it to the major leagues because they were really
This season wasn't just any season though. We had a new coach, and we were also playing competitive soccer. What was competitive soccer? Well it's a lot different than our normal soccer. Instead of playing the local teams, such as Delta, Cederedge, and Grand Junction, we got to play in huge tournaments and against teams far away from here. The game was also a lot more intense; I remember the first game, against Glenwood's team. It was totally different than anything I have seen, we were getting to play at a college, and against a soon-to-be known rough team. We had started the game, and man these guys were violent. We started to retaliate big time, and my friend's dad was the center referee, John is his name. I sure would have hated to be in his shoe, that's for sure. It didn't even phase me how crazy soccer was this year until one of the Glenwood players spit at our coach's feet, and got tossed from the game.
I found out we were traveling to Cooperstown New York for a tournament. There was embrace of only two things in that town baseball and the hall of fame. Playing in Dreams Park was a major shock to an eleven year old but soon turned to a quick reality. When I played centerfield for the Sedalia Bandits
We went to Popejoy Schooltime Series performances together. And we had lots of parties. We celebrated holidays together: exchanging Valentines and decorating cookies on Valentine's Day; we dressed up and went trick-or treating together on Halloween. Christmas included a gift exchange and a Christmas Concert (performed by our students).
He is my best friend, teammate, and roommate. I met John 5 years ago at an Indiana Soccer Camp where we were put on the same team and became friends for the week. Then fast-forward to when I committed to play soccer at Bradley; John sent me a message that he was already committed as well. It felt, and still feels like fate that we met up again. In only the year and a half I’ve known him, I know everything about John and the same can be said from his point of view.
They talk about 20 min to come up with an idea. Andrew loves to play soccer and his dad knows, so if it was something to do with soccer he probably have a chance. It was about 10 when Andrew went inside his parents room to ask. He said that he is going to a park where they have small soccer fields to go play with his friend. The first thing
I started playing volleyball in seventh grade, and I had completely fallen in love with the sport. Growing up in a small town, our school always struggled to find coaches that were not related to players. In middle school, I would always be so angry that the important named kids got to play in the A team, while I was stuck in the corner with the B team. Eventually, eighth grade year I decided to join a club team, and increase my skill for freshman year. I enjoyed club, I had actually made the one team, and I had virtually no problems with anyone or anything that season. But, just as soon as freshman year rolled around my attitude changes a lot. I’ve gained the perfectionist trait from my mother, and with this mindset in a sport, you’re almost guaranteed to struggle. Freshman year I had just come off of club, so I knew so much more about the sport and its movements. Naturally I wanted to be perfect, I personally believe that I had done really well as a freshman, but when I messed up I became silent.
In the beginning of his sophomore year, the knee problems came back, and with a vengeance. He had to leave school again after the first quarter. It was saddening to have to miss him again. But some of my fondest memories of this year were when three of us stormed his house as a trio and dragged him out to take him to movies, parties, etc. The feeling of completion that he brings to our circle really reinforces my feelings that we're all the best of friends.