During my sophomore year of high school I decided that I would try out for the school soccer team, however I knew this would be extremely difficult for me to achieve because I had not played the previous year, and almost every other student trying out had played soccer at a higher competitive level. As a result of me never having played at the higher level of play as all the other kids, most of them wrote me off and saw me as a nobody who didn’t stand a chance in ever making the team. However I had a love for the sport and the desire to be on that team. When the week of tryouts came along I was able to completely disregard all the comments from the other players about never playing at the same level as them, and I went out every day of try
One incident that happened to me that change how I thought about sports was when I first started playing soccer. It all started when my mom said that I should join a sport to get me more active. It took me awhile to choose soccer at first because there were so many sports to choose from. I told my mom I wanted to play soccer. She signed me up to play for a non competitive league (GYSA) so I can learn the basics of the sport. She also told me to play I would have to maintain good grades. After hearing that i always tried my best in soccer and school.
While I was in high school, I joined the soccer team. There were 15 girls in a team. There were three girls, whose last name was Lepcha. Who think that they play better soccer then everybody in a team and they do play well but not good as they thought they were. They had started playing soccer for one or two years ago. There were two other girls, whose name was Sabina and Dilu. They were my best friends. My one friend Sabina had played soccer for quite long and she played well but she did not have an attitude as Lepcha did. My second friend was Dilu; she was not that good at soccer. It was her first time playing soccer just like me. I do not know other people who were on a soccer team but the one thing I know about them was that it was their
In 2014 I was determined to make the high school soccer team. Every day at 8 am at the beginning of a dreadfully hot August morning, I would get to the turf fields for 4 hours and participate in “hell week”. After a long week, I made the JV team. I was never put into the game and felt like my hard work was put to no use. My sophomore year rolled around and I tried extra hard to impress the coaches. Anything and everything was a competition to make it to the top. By the end of the week, we all gathered around the paper that had names of the players who made it. I didn’t make the team. After tears and telling myself to move on, I went to the field hockey tryouts. I knew nothing about the sport and was terrified that soccer wasn’t my go-to
It was a summer of 2000 during my first year of my high school, the soccer tryouts had just been announced. I was so excited to hear about tryouts, and I couldn’t wait to start playing for my high school soccer team. I met with the soccer coach of the High School team to discuss my interest to become a part of his team. The coach was very impressed after the meeting, he told me he had never met a person that has so much ambition of playing soccer and he couldn’t wait to see me to be a part of his team. I was fully confident in myself that I would make the team and impress the coach in the first soccer tryouts, after a few days had gone by, the physical check-up form had to be filled by a family doctor, and returned before the tryouts. I rushed
Growing up in El Salvador, soccer was a sport that significantly impacted my childhood. My cousins and uncles taught me how to play soccer, as well as various techniques that would later benefit me on the soccer field. At the age of seven I started to play for one of most well-known soccer clubs in El Salvador. Practicing twenty three hours a week was really paying off, as I could see in my medal and trophy gain. Not only did they represent my accomplishments, but they also gave joy to my teammates, community, and family because they were the people who encouraged me to give my best. Playing soccer was also a way to release stress because when my family was going through hardships, it was easier for me to let all of my negative energy on the
This past fall I tried out for the varsity basketball team at my high school. I had played both on the freshman team and then last year on the junior varsity team. Playing on the varsity team is all I’ve wanted to do. I’d practiced all summer and in September and October to get ready for the try-outs at the beginning of November. Unfortunately I did not make the team. It was a huge blow for me because I had worked really hard and had expected to make it. Thankfully my moms and my friends were there to remind me that there were other paths to pursue my dreams. I could have easily been bitter and decided to stop caring, but they wouldn’t let me. I was humbled by this experience and decided to turn it into a positive. I’ve since decided to join the Wilson Live club at school. It’s a group that films and commentates sports events at school. This connects to a possible major that I’m interested in when I go to college--communications or sports
It was the most competitive three days of my life, basketball tryouts. This is the first time my friends and I were trying out for a school team, we were all hyped for basketball season. I entered the tryout excited and consequently energetic. Adrenaline was pulsing through all the players bodies, there were 6 foot tall 8th graders with years of experience competing against 6th graders who have never touched a basketball before for the same spots. I was in between, I was a 6th grader that had experience along with some skill. That was also my downfall, I went in overconfident and consequently cocky. I wasn’t planning on getting cut, I walked into the tryout overwrought, nothing could stop me from being on the team.
To be a part of the squad for my schools' soccer team has been one of my life's goals and has finally been fulfilled. My previous attempts to get on my high school soccer team in Jamaica failed because I wasn't skilled enough at the time. Since arriving to the United States, I have trained diligently and have accomplished my goal of making my school's soccer team.
Tryouts are an athlete’s least desired activity, including my own. They make me fearful which ultimately developed through self-doubt. Doubt that I am not experienced enough, fast enough, or skilled enough. Yet, at the time of soccer tryouts, on Tuesday, July 28th, 2015, I felt none of these emotions. With my team’s prior success, we promoted to a higher level, overall boosting the morale of my team. As captain, players of my team unanimously voted that I would receive one of the 18 spots on the 2015-2016 team. Tryouts, the one critical factor, stood between that team and me. Transformation and triumph then came into my soccer career, but only after a period of failure.
I was surprised. I had no business being on my middle school soccer team, but my mom encouraged me to try out, so I gave it a shot. And I’m sure glad she did. I hadn’t played soccer since Salvation Army league in first grade, and my lack of agility and sub par ball handling skills would have had me cut from any other team. Luckily, the no cut policy granted me a roster spot.
Ever since I was young my parents said “Drew you should try new things, even if it means you fail at something.” I never really listen to them until one time in the study grade when I decided that it was ok to fail. I asked my parents “ Can we look for a club basketball team that I could try out for?” Thrilled in hearing that I wanted to try something new, they found I tryout for a team called the Cincinnati Royals. A couple of other friends agreed to try out with me, but I was still very nervous because it was my first tryout. All three of us made it through the first round of cuts and were called back for another tryout. I remember being more nervous for the second tryout than I was for the first. My palms sweated the whole night, every shot I took clanked of the rim, it wasn’t my night. My two other friends were told that they made the team, but I unfortunately got cut which I expected given how I performed. At first I saw this experience as an overwhelming failure, but I soon realized that I challenged myself, and I could learn from the criticism the coaches gave me. Taking the new stuff I learned from the tryout, I found a different club basketball team that I was fortunate enough to make, which I got to meet new people and play a sport that I loved. Although I may not have gotten the
Before the soccer game had started both teams were preparing for a fierce battle. As I looked around, I could see the fear on my teammate faces. Some looked nervous while others were laughing and joking around. Seeing the size of the opposing team made me a little nervous too. My coach had the most confident look on his face as the players took the field.
As I been growing up, I’ve seen many talents everywhere I go. From people singing at church to people dancing at parties, but the talent I see the most is at a soccer field. I also have that talent in me and I feel amazing knowing I am able to play because not everyone is lucky enough to play.
Ever since I can remember, I have had an intense interest and love for sports. From spending countless weekends watching college and professional sporting events, to playing flag football, to meeting with my friends at the neighborhood basketball court after every school day as a kid, I always felt most comfortable with a ball in my hands. As I grew older and became involved in my school’s sports teams, my passion for sports only deepened. Instead of just playing for fun, I was now playing for my school’s name and pride. Even as a middle school student, every time I put my shoulder pads on before a football game or strapped on my running shoes before a track meet, I always felt like I had to represent my school
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.