Finally when senior year hit, I knew my gym days were going to get longer, and I was going to push myself harder. You never really hear of people going for their dreams anymore, and I was determined to reach mine. Cheerleading became my heart and soul, and I found my happiness in cheering on a victory in front of overwhelming crowds that most girls would be terrified of. I would be exhilarated after landing a hard tumbling pass, while most kids reached cloud nine after receiving a new high score on a video game. Then there was my favorite, hitting a stunt all of your friends thought was impossible.
In my junior year of high school I was expected to be one of the top runners for my schools cross country team. I had trained the off season and my times had dropped exponentially compared to the seasons before. Unfortunately that year I was unfairly sidelined by a stress fracture in the tibia of my right leg. After discovering that I had this injury I did my own extensive research as to how this injury occurred, how I could speed up my recovery, and how to prevent another injury like this from occurring. It was during this research that I cemented my desire that I wanted to pursue a career in physical therapy.
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 went to track practice with the high school team before middle school practice had even started. I ran everyday trying to get my body in shape for a great season. As I was trying to get through another workout, like usual, my teammates tried to tell me to stop running. “Emma, you’re just going to make the pain worse,” said my teammate Abby. However, all that was going through my head during the time, was that if I
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. I did better that year my record was 19 wins and 13 loses and I went 165 most of the year, but I still didn't achieve what I wanted I just made it to regionals again and I was very disappointed in myself and I knew I had to work even better so all summer I worked really hard and I would go to school every single day and I would workout with the football players because I need to get stronger and faster. By the start of junior year I knew it was going to be a good year I was very confident in my abilities and even my body. That year I went 165 all year and my record was 26 wins 12 loses which was pretty good in my opinion and also I made it to state! I didn't do so good at state, but I was still happy that I had made it and I was there.
My physical therapist and staff were very supportive and motivated. They helped me to get back to competing and I have been forever grateful. After this experience I decided that if I could help an athlete do what others say is impossible, I would be giving them back the life they want and deserve. I have always been fascinated by the human body and its capabilities, which is why I was interested in becoming a medical doctor; however, my experience with physical therapy has shown me another facet of medical care. I have always been told stories of my grandfather as a military surgeon and his role in inventing facial reconstruction during the war.
I chose the first two because of my love for sports, so if I am not able to play them in the future I still want to play a role in them. Another reason I choose health care is because I enjoy helping people. This is a growing industry because there will always be a need for doctors, physicians, nurses etc. I am already preparing for a career like this in high school because I am signed up to take Health Science courses throughout and also Honors Anatomy as a science. Also for the first two careers I am playing sports which help me to become familiar with the injuries involved in sports and how to treat some of them just from watching.
While we walked, some of my freshman teammates were talking about what position they were going to play and how they thought the season was going to go. All I could think of was working my way onto the JV team and possibly getting to play with the older guys. I wanted to get better, play harder competition, and become as good as I possibly could be. The practice finally began, and I can remember working as hard as I could at every drill. Each pass through the figure eight that had been set up was ran as hard as I possibly could.
I don't know exactly why, but Naomi seemed to make me her special project for the season. From the first day of practice she pushed me harder than anyone else, spent more time with me and made sure that I pushed myself. Maybe it was because I ran the same distances she ran, but then again so did a few of the other girls. Maybe it was because she saw something in me that none of the other coaches had. I wasn't sure what it was, but at times I enjoyed the extra attention, at other times I hated it when she made me run the extra distance or work extra hard.
I saw this as a very significant event in my path through adolescence, a chance to get recognized by my new school, as well as a chance to make some friends and gain some glory along the way. Getting up one Saturday morning and going up to the school, I was very nervous about whether I would make the team or not. I've always had athletic ability, but since this was a new town, I was unsure about how my skills would compare with the other kids. Football tryouts were a grueling event. When tryouts started, it was explained to all of us that the coaches would run drills in order to gauge our individual skills, and then place us in specific position groups.