I was so heart broken that after the tournament I cried 'til I couldn't cry any more. After I was done crying, I became so angry I didn't speak to my parents or any that tried to talk to me for days. To make matters even worse, our team placed first in the 3A state wrestling championship. The team that I could have been on was state champions and I could have been there. I decided that I was going to make it to state the next year, and I trained as hard as I could to prepare myself for it.
When I was 13 Years old I loved wrestling. I grew up with it with my family all my life. Determined to join the eighth grade wrestling team in middle school, I made the team with no hesitation in October. I arrived to every single practice and did my work and then left to go home. Working hard for the first match of my wrestling career I was wanting to get my first victory.
After all, I had worked hard in practice, but in the end I couldn't pull off the win. Now I could only mope around knowing that I had almost won and continue replaying the match over and over again in my head. On Monday of the week before the tournament, I lost my varsity position in a close challange match. Once that happened, I started to go through the practices without any intensity. All week I was acting like I was practicing as hard as I could, but I was really only putting in enough effort to make sure we didn't have a harder conditioning than normal.
My freshman year of high school was really hard for me because I had to lose weight, get in shape, and learning how to be more coordinated and less clumsy. During that year I got so much better even though it was so hard my the end of the year I had won more matches than I had lost so that was pretty good my record by the end of the year was 12 wins and 7 loses even though I was I was wrestling at a higher weight class that I was supposed to. I was wrestling at 185 even though my weight class was 165 because my team we didn't have a 185 so we had to make the line up better and I had to go up at weight class. My first year I made it to regionals at 165 which it goes district then regionals than state in the state of Texas for wrestling. My sophomore year I kept getting better I would go really hard in every single practice because I wanted to make it to state and I knew I need to get way better.
Petro won with a 3-1 decision over Mayberry. I had nothing to say at the moment except that I was proud of myself and deep down I knew I won that match. After going through all that I went through I now know that I can do anything if I wan it bad enough. I will return to wrestling as a senior this year and I am setting my goal to be a state placer again! Not to be cocky, but being a state champion is on the top of my list too.
There is no greater honor in my life than helping other players reach their full potential. Through my short life I have come to two conclusions, you always need somebody to look up to and coaching is one of the most inspiring careers you can pursue. October of 2013, my first year of High School, I walked in to a room with glass on the walls. There I would change my life forever, it was the first day of tryouts for the wrestling team at West Brunswick. I felt excited and so nervous that I was about to fall and pass out.
I hosted many recruits for the team and my coach gave me the majority of them, saying that I was someone who would be a positive role model for the students and parents to meet. Many of these recruits chose Fredonia and have said that I was one of the reasons that they liked this school so much. I dedicated many hours to becoming the strongest that I could be and believe that I will leave a lasting mark on the volleyball program. During my senior season, I was very excited to have broken the total assist record for Fredonia volleyball. The record was broken under my name, however it is a statistic that my teammates helping me earn.
These six minutes come on a cold frigid night in February at a place called the Pepsi Center. Once a year this gathering takes place when the small and the large, the best of the best, come to compete in front thousands of people. I am at the Colorado State Wrestling Championships. Ever since the previous season I had my standards set high. I had placed fifth, which was all right for the time being, but I knew as time went on I needed to push myself and increase my level of wrestling.
Lessons from Karate Karate was a lot of hard work for a child, but it paid off. I learned a bunch of valuable lessons that would help me in the long run. Karate taught me self-defense, dependability, focus, leadership skills, goal setting, and physical fitness. Karate taught me the importance of being dependable. My classmates depended on me to show up time.
Then later in my senior year, I tore my meniscus as well. This injury took me out of two competitions of our season and I was out for a month. It is hard to bounce back quickly from injuries and it is even harder to have to watch from the sidelines. Obviously, I will always have fears of being reinjured but thankfully, I feel confident in my body and my own strength. My hobbies include choreographing, teaching, babysitting, reading, cooking, and being active.