My entire history of education can easily be viewed as a rollercoaster. Growing up I had moved around the school district a few times, figuring out which school fit me best. When it came to college all I could imagine was playing sports, I relatively shut my brain off to everything that did not have to do with sports or getting high grades. Hearing that Washington State University wanted me on their rowing team was one of the greatest days of my life. I loved rowing, I had always done it, I did not really know life without it. I traveled to Pullman one weekend in the later winter months of my senior year to test out the program, and it was everything I had hoped for and more. I was inspired by the coaches and their determination to better my skills, and I was infatuated with the team. I mean these girls could easily be related to me, we were so similar in every way. I felt at home. …show more content…
After arriving to school in August at my peak of happiness, things went south to say the least. Two of the coaches who made me fall in love with the rowing program at Washington State left within my first week of practice. Following the coaches leave, about half the team who I had met over my visit and continued contact with over summer had quit as well. In a state of confusion and anger I decided to keep my head up and try it out for the remainder of the semester, though quickly realizing the program just was not for me anymore. A few months later I applied to Western Washington University, as their assistant coach had been the start of my entire rowing career, and I knew the team had performed well each year. I was not ready to give up the sport I love quite
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Each game, my passion grew. Each team, new memories and lifelong friends were made. Sports sometimes make me feel disappointment and at loss; but it taught me to be resilient to a lot of things, like how to thrive under pressure and come out on top. Being the team captain of my high school’s football and lacrosse team showed me how having a big responsibility to bring a group together to work as one is compared to many situations in life. Currently playing varsity football, varsity lacrosse, and track I take great pride in the activities I do. Staying on top of my academics, being duel enrolled at Indian River State College, working three nights a week, and two different sport practices after school each day shaped my character to having a hard work
Since I was eleven, I have dreamt of being a Varsity cheerleader on the sidelines at every football game. The last five years of my life have been filled with hard-work, determination, sweat, blood, and tears. I never made the Varsity cheer team, however, that was not my failure. My failure occurred last year after making the junior varsity team. After making JV, I was confused with the coaches’ decisions. I felt as if I had executed the skills beautifully. I developed the courage to ask the coaches why I did not make Varsity. Their response was my leadership skills were not right for the team and I should be a follower, then learn from the other leaders. I was motivated to surpass these standards during the year. Throughout the year, I was elected captain and transferred to Varsity for the State competition and the Nationals competition. I strived to take the coaches advice, so I could become the leader they wanted me to be. The time came to tryout and I felt optimistic. Unfortunately, I made Junior Varsity again. I was crestfallen and disconsolate. After lots of deep-thinking and praying, I decided it would be best to not continue cheering. I informed the coaches of my decision to step down from the team.
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.
My three-and-a-half American International College, known also as AIC, were some of the most difficult years of my life. Going into AIC, I was excited with all the prospect of being a collegian athlete at such a high level. My coach at the time filled me with so many promises that made me envision my four years as being the time of my life. My first year of
I was away from the kids I met on the team, and I wasn’t allowed to do any physical activity. Time went on and I was able to swim once my cast came off. I remember coming back to the first practice and going into the slowest lane. Typically practices were fun and I would swim well in them, but I couldn’t do that when my right arm would go numb after a single lap.These practices tested if I truly loved swimming. I thought to myself that I didn’t have to go through all of this, of quitting, and everything would be more fun playing with friends from school than just swimming with kids I just met. However, I decided to keep swimming, and I didn’t do it out of love for the sport, but to stay with my second family. I kept with the other kids the best I could, and the attention I gave to the coaches elevated. This element of perseverance and commitment was engraved into my
I decided that I wanted to play a sport, I chose volleyball. Most of my friends played the sport so it wasn't hard for me to adjust and make new friends. Becoming a student athlete was a big adjustment for me, I could no longer float through my classes but I need to excel. And that's exactly what I did. For the first time in my high school career I made not only honor roll, but principal’s honor roll. For the first time my mom was proud of my report card, that made me even more proud. From then on I knew I wanted nothing less than what I earned, good grades and a proud family. From my decision to chose to become a student athlete not only make me work harder but, be great at everything I put my mind to. I had motivation to stay successful, to stay eligible. Three years ago if you were to ask me where I thought I would be my senior year, I probably would have told you low level classes barely making it by. Now here I am today excelling in my education preparing to take the next step in my future, college. Even if we don’t understand why we go through them, we have to be willing to let our obstacles become out
I was raised in rural wyoming where hunting was not only tradition, but a way of life. Since I could walk I had been accompanying my dad on all varieties of hunts. My father did all that was possible to pass on the knowledge and lessons needed for me to become a responsible hunter and man. However, there are some lessons that can only be learned through personal experience. They are often the ones of moral and ethical decisions. My sophomore year of high school I committed the hunting mistake most outstanding in my mind.
I was never the best swimmer, but I certainly worked hard, and had the most fun doing it. When it came time to apply to University, I didn’t have the times to qualify for the University team. However, my old coach put in a good word about my work ethic and improvement, and as a result I was on the team. Once again, through dedication, I am now set to graduate as a 4th year Bison Athlete. This dedication and hard work extends beyond sport—I’ve maintained a GPA above 4.0 (4.09 unadjusted; 4.13 adjusted) and have been honored as Academic All-Canadian each
I heard the horn, and felt my legs get shot with a rush of adrenaline, and I heard, my coxswain Keith yell, “C’mon boys lets go! Catch!… Send! Catch!… Send!”. And then his voice began to fade, as I looked out at all the boats flying through the water. No wasn't I in the boat that just left, I was holding it. Helping my team on the day of the South West Rowing Championships. Though I had stopped my rowing career a little earlier because my parents told me it was time I started focusing on school, I could not and can not take my heart away from Lake Notoma. Since stopping football after freshman year, the Sac State Aquatic Center was home. After school I would immediately go there to practice, only coming home after the sun had set to do homework
I wouldn’t be who I am today without: Swimming. Swimming has allowed me the opportunity to travel the world. There are not many eighteen year olds that could say they have traveled Puerto Rico, Missouri, Minnesota, and California. I was lucky enough to be able to travel around the world to compete at different competitions. Swimming gave me the opportunity to pursue my dream of competing at the Division One level. At Colgate University, I was training at the highest level, learning a lot about myself as I was constantly being pushed to my limits. I met many of my lifelong friends though swimming in high school, on my club team, and in college. My swimming career has allowed me the opportunity to coach both on the high school level and collegiate
This school year has been a downhill slide from start to finish, started it off by moving into a new house with family members that moved here from across the country, then we ended up having to kick some of them out, and while that was happening some of our animals disappeared or got injured so much that they had to be put down. Then our horse and mule got lost, and found, by one of our neighbors.
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.
A weight I have been carry without much help has been the decision of whether to do crew next year or in college. It is a sport with many of my best friends, but most them will be graduating next year. When I open my Surface, I realize that not a single on of the four boys in my background photo will be on the team next year. Do I go through another year without the support system that has pushed me to become the coxswain and person I am today? This reminder of decisions to be made returns the stress and anxiety. Adding more weight to my bag through these decisions is something I need to address. Will I be able to carry the weight of rowing without the people who made me love the sport in the first place? It is a question to ask about how I will address the added pressure of a new team
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
So during the rest of summer break and most of the fall, I spent extra hours working out by myself in order to prove myself to her. Then for the second year in the row, I made the Charles eight, one of the most prestigious and sought-after spots on the rowing team. Inevitably, I was very proud and received a lot of congratulations, but the one that mattered the most was from Coach.