I have waked up the same way for the past 5 years, early, tired and with sore muscles. I have learned over the years that being a tri-sport athlete isn’t easy and there is a lack of much needed free time. I’m constantly busy and the schedule gets routine; wake up, lift weights, attend school, go to practice or games, then to work or religious education, and finally go home and do homework. I can’t say I don’t like it because I love sports and I am willing to make the sacrifice. It ends up being a lot of work and a little play, but the play sure is worth it. Every moment spent with my friends, the memories that are made, the wonderful experiences, and the knowledge I gained are all priceless.
Sports would not be enjoyable if I were not
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Some of those memories were made in practice and games, but most of them were made in the bus on the way to and away from games. Most of them I probably should not share because of the content. I will never forget sitting on trash cans because there wasn’t enough seats in the back, or making up songs that you wouldn’t remember the next day because they were so ridiculous and having rap battles or even trying to rap. Another memory is putting clam juice in drinks and coaxing people into drinking it. The memories vary greatly from counting waves from other cars to covering the scent of vomit up with dill pickle chips. Glorious memories were also made going out to eat before games at Main Street, sometimes I wonder how they let is in after how loud we get from laughter. It is hard to pick my favorite because there are just so many. One of my friends that was a teammate passed away, but the memories everyone shared with him will never leave. Like putting on each others “makeup”, hitting that rocket screen and rocking out to random artist no one has ever heard of. From every memory made I gained a very necessary amount of knowledge. Some think I am crazy when I tell them that I have learned more from playing sports than anything else. Sports aren’t just about winning all the time. Over the years I have become more self disciplined and have gained more self control. I also learned that
Throughout my entire life I have made a collection of many fond memories. Of those fond memories one in particular sticks out, my senior year during baseball season. I have played baseball since I was six years old and my senior season was by far the best of them. Memories were not only made on the field but also off of it, making us not only teammates but brothers. The memories I made with that team will forever be implanted into my mind and something that I will carry with me for the rest of my life.
The very small percentage of athletes that can make a living off of a sport that they love to do, is a very special thing. The phenomenal athletes that can make that happen are role models for children, teens, and some adults. Sports enthusiasts will quote things from the best leaders, motivators and competitors to share with their children, students, colleagues, and fellow athletes. Being a three sport athlete has given me the full experience of being around those tremendous athletes. I thoroughly enjoy playing sports, I have since I was a little boy, and sports are a huge part of my family. At all family gatherings after we eat, have fun outside, we gather around the table or the television to either talk of sports or
One of my favorite memories in my sports career was in the third grade, being the first year I played tackle football instead of flag football. This transition was a huge step for me because at such a young age I have never had much contact before. On the fifth day of practice after completing the conditioning our coach yelled, “time to hit!” Being a bunch of little kids we all screamed with extreme joy as this is the first time we get to tackle each other. My face grew the biggest smile as I was up first to tackle one of teammates. Our coach explained the
I have been involved with sports my whole life. I have been a student athlete since I was in fifth grade. I played softball, volleyball, and basketball. However, for awhile I was more of an athlete rather than a student. I could perform on the court, but not in the classroom. Not being able to perform in the classroom resulted in my parents removing me from any sport like activities until I was able to get my grades up. However, once I started to get better grades, they allowed me to continue playing sports until I started to veer off into the wrong direction again. When being a student athlete at any level, it is important that you keep the same level of motivation that you have on the court in the classroom. Although playing sports can be a thrill, a majority of student athletes do not play their sport for a career. In theory, it all comes down to getting good grades, getting a degree, and living a successful life.
I have always been involved in sports in some way or another. I was team captain in every sport imaginable in elementary school. Junior high I continued to be involved in sports, but it wasn't until high school started that I really got into it. I played soccer, softball and basketball at Rogers High School. I particularly loved soccer. Just playing it gave me a rush I had never felt before. Also knowing that this sport took a lot of hard work and dedication gave me a sense of satisfaction, because I knew that I put everything I had into it. Putting a lot of dedication and hard work into something may prove to be useful in the future.
Unfortunately, not all memorable events are pleasant. Although most people immediately think of a positive experience when asked, "What is your most memorable event?" The typical responses are happy thoughts, however; that is not the case at hand. By definition, bittersweet means both pleasant and painful; two emotions: sadness and happiness, endured at the same time. Hell with a silver lining describes it just as well, I believe.
I first learned how to drive when I was fifteen years old. I am now twenty-one years old and extremely grateful to have the privilege of driving my own vehicle. My experiences of learning how to drive were quite easy, but challenging at the same time. I first got behind the wheel of my father’s Chevy Silverado pickup truck parked on the curb of our neighborhood, with my father in the passenger side. As I buckled up my seat belt, my palms sweating and my heart racing because I was so nervous yet excited to finally get the chance to learn how to drive. It was time to put the vehicle on D-drive, when I pressed on the gas a little too much so the truck wanted to take off, but my father had yelled, “wait!” and I had slammed on the brakes. “Yikes”
Former Secretary of State Madeleine Albright once said, “As a leader, you have to have the ability to assimilate new information and understand that there might be a different view.” The statement seems simple enough, but in order to fully appreciate it, an understanding of a fairly uncommon word is required. This word is assimilation. Though at first glance assimilation doesn’t appear to be too daunting a term, its diverse definitions play a significant role in more domains than many would initially anticipate.
You said it wasn’t working because I wasn’t happy, but you already knew that. I have depression and it literally blocks my happiness. Since you already knew that, why did you wait so long to break it off? And why didn’t you come up with a different reason? One that hurts less… Did you really think that you could cure me, fix me up, in one month’s time? That’s not how mental illness, nor life itself, works.
Our values and beliefs unconsciously determine how we look, listen, and react to an individual child. My image of a child transforms over the years, hence my culture, past experiences and modern practice shaped this image, and it keeps changing while evolving with new perspective every passing day. Believing that every child deserves respect the same way as an adult emphasizing the need to pause for a moment to actively listen, make me perceives children in a completely new angle. Moreover, every child should feel valued and able to express their point of view without any hesitation.
For the first several years of my life, I was just like any other child; I achieved all the typical developmental milestones, cultivated new interests, made friends, and began to familiarize myself with the world around me. By the time I started elementary school, I was already enrolled in theater classes, ballet lessons, and a youth soccer league. It was also during these tender years that I began to develop an interest in learning, beyond that of most other children my age.
Alright, so now we are ready to try again! I started a new job, (less travel and more money) and we now have our fertility issues under control. I had a laproscopic surgery which discovered that I have an advanced stage of endometriosis. I also had an under active thyroid and low levels of progesterone. A week before my husband falls off a roof, my eggs are released and we made our "deposit". We are so excited and optimistic. And then I got the call. Hubby fell off a restaurant roof, about 12 ft, and was being transported to the hospital via ambulance. All I knew at this point was that he couldn't move his legs. The ride to the hospital was surreal. I was calm but overwhelmingly worried. He had broken most of the bones from his legs down,
This essay I thought was a fairly straightforward one for me, but many times I had to be creative. Writing about someone else is hard in the first place, and I had to focus my essay based on one topic or a few topics from a timeline of someone else’s life. This type of essay was not very easy for me to write because I write better when I can connect ideas to my own life and make it more personal. Thankfully this essay only had to be 2-3 pages long because I am not sure about the information I was given I could write any longer. One big issue I had with this essay was how creative I had to be with what I was going to write, and how distant I felt from the context.
In assignment 2, in the first draft not only I had unclear organization, but I also had a very weak images. For example, in the first draft of my prose, I had an image like “the train smoke streams off like a breath, engine sound chug-chug-chug of the wheels, and where the atrocious stream of the signal, vocation me into darkness.” This image was very weak compare to the other images because it was unclear what I mean by “vocation into the darkness” and also it did not fit well in the essay. In draft two, to make the stronger image I try changing it to “the train smoke streams off like a breath, engine sound chug-chug-chug of the wheels, where the terrible scream of the signal propels her into darkness.” The main reason this image is better
Sports have been and still are one of the most important parts of my life. I have played softball and field hockey since I was in seventh grade. I wasn’t always a good athlete, but I worked very hard to be where I am today. When I was a seventh grader I watched the high school girls play, both field hockey and softball, and I always wanted to be just like them. They worked together, they were skillful, hardworking, overall good at the sport and they were having fun. From then on I worked hard, practicing daily and putting my all into everything I did. I would practice, not only at practice, but on my own with my mom. I spent hours critiquing myself and to this day I still do. I took every practice and game seriously ...