Yesterday was a big day for me. It’s the soccer tryout. Alone with me, were some of my close friends. I was standing tentatively at the end of the line, don’t know what to do. As i got to turn my head around, and looked at my friends, they looked so energetic and stolid, almost seems like nothing is going to defeat them. Before the actual tryout started, the soccer coach verbatimly read the paper he prepared earlier, and I was almost certain that my coach wasn’t paying attention to what he is saying, he reiterate the same sentence 3 times. It’s hard to try to get a guise to hide our boredness. With a blow of his whistle, we ran to the field, and lined up in front of the goal line. I don’t know where my fortitude came from for raising
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
8th-grade basketball tryouts finally rolled around. I had been practicing for a whole year, but still felt so much further behind than the rest of the kids trying out. I knew I had to try my literal hardest to make the team. Our tryouts didn’t start till after all the other grades had their practices or tryouts. We did not start till 4:30 p.m., and I stayed after school to practice even more. Every day in tryouts I would try my hardest, and I would even try to stay after tryouts to ask the coaches what I needed to work
To make it even harder to focus, we could hear the music of another guard’s performance throughout warmup. I encouraged my team to stay focus on how we want to perform. As we prepared to perform, several girls began crying and hugging as if we were already done. I talked to each girl I passed and told them that it was time to focus and to show this crowd how good we are. That performance was the perfect ending to the season; it was everything we had worked for. However, we weren’t done yet; we still had to fold our floor, put away our flags, and get ready for the awards ceremony. On our way to put away our equipment, one of my girls started crying and apologizing for a mistake she had made, afraid that she compromised the show. I told her immediately that whatever score we made, we earned it as a team. I comforted her with my own struggles of perfectionism and feelings of inadequacy, but those feelings don’t necessarily reflect our
“Hello my name is Coach Ventura but you can call me Ace. So, we will be doing some drills for the next 3 days to a--.” My face broke out in red and I was speechless. I thought that there was only one day of tryouts. I calmed my nerves and gained back my composure. I refocused my hearing on the coach when she was in the middle of saying,” …--a number and go to your group.” I didn’t know the first part, but I joined into what everyone else was doing which was getting a duct tape number on the back of our shirts to determine what group we started out in and rotated to. As the tryouts went on I was feeling more
“Be Prepared… the meaning of the motto is that a scout must prepare himself by previous thinking out and practicing how to act on any accident or emergency so that he is never taken by surprise.” (Robert Baden-Powell). Track season was getting ready to start and I was excited for it because I love to run. This was my first year in high school so this would be my first time to get to be on a high school track team. I went to the first practice, which was conditioning day, and ran as hard as I could. No matter how hard I was hurting or sweating I keep running and finished in the top group every time. Practice comes to an end and coach calls up runners individually and tells us what we are going to be running. He calls me up and I am just knowing that he is going to say the 200 or 400. To my disappointment he tells me I am going to be running the 300 hurdles. I hated the hurdles so to myself I told myself I wasn’t going to practice hard because it wasn’t what I wanted to do. I wouldn’t practice hard so I got put on JV. I won all the JV races in the 300 hurdles so that just pushed me to not want to practice even more because I could win without practice. District track meet rolls around and Trey one of the varsity runners gets hurt so coach moves me to varsity. In my mind I am thinking this is going to be easy I haven’t lost a race on JV so I won’t lose on varsity. The intercom comes on and calls out for my race. It was time to go win.
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.
We had won the game! I ran off the field satisfied with my performance, that caused my team to win to first game of the season. I then quickly grabbed my stuff and went to find my mom. As I approached her she said loudly, “great job!” And that made me a lot happier than I already was. I was most proud of myself when the other team scored, and I just pushed through like a train. That taught me a good lesson, to push through no matter what. A famous quote to go along with that lesson is: “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take” -Wayne
For several people, it was a typical Thursday. People were thinking about how close it was to the weekend and what they were going to do. For about twenty-one girls, with high hopes of making the varsity cheer team, it was the day of tryouts. Fellow classmates could tell they were stressed out because they looked like a mess, especially the soon to be seniors. All six seniors that were trying out were stressed, hoping to make Varsity their senior year. For example, people were as stressed as can be as if they did not study for a psychology test. Our hair was a mess. We couldn’t
Every since I was a young girl, I had always had a desire to play soccer. I have always been a competitive and ambitious person which led me to play on a soccer team. As soon as I started the sport at age 4, I knew it was my passion. As I got older, my soccer skills continued to improve and I was quickly one of the best players on my team. Being thought of as the "go to person" on the field really increased my overall confidence as a person and a player. At the age of 12 , I set a goal to make my high school soccer team. The thought of playing a sport I excelled at and contributing to my team's overall success made me very proud and a more confident young adult. I did have a setback as I fractured my sacrum during my 7th grade travel game
"C'mon, Chris, you get in the shower first," Taylor ordered from the other bed. "You're already up." Chris conceded and worked his way to the shower. Everyone in the room knew it too, due to his grunting and whining under his breath. Soon enough he was out of the shower and so were Taylor, Anders, and I. We ate breakfast with the rest of the team downstairs in the hotel in silence. It was too early to talk or chat. Everyone knew that one thing was going to be on their minds: winning. It was not worth discussing, either. Everyone knew that our varsity eight was possibly the strongest that McCallie had ever had, and that we had a good chance of winning some gold medals that day, if not a great chance. We loaded on the bus like ants, noiselessly flowing into one little opening. The bus ride was silent all of the way over as well. Everyone's heads, looking intently forward, were slightly jostling along with the bumps in the road. Some tried to sleep, but the tension and excitement was too much for most of them to be successful.
It was a chilly and calm evening when I observed my brothers and his friends play soccer. I watched them deluge with sweat as they thrust each other while dribbling the soccer ball. Witnessing their thrilling and electrifying game has emboldened my heart to yearn to play soccer. I hastily scrambled home that evening to ask my parent if I could join the school soccer team. My parent and my uncle were sitting in our living room sipping tea when I erupted through the door that I nearly asunder the whole house. I was catching my breath as I blurted out my request. My enthusiasm and my excitement were quickly obliterated by my disappointment when I heard their answer. My parent had told me to just focus on getting good grades, and on top
Finally Friday came. The tournament lasted for about three hours, peppered with constant complaints, arguments, and threatened fist fights. To my own disbelief, we lost -- by one point! For the rest of the night I rationalized our loss by creating stories of how they must have cheated, accented by remarks about the character blemishes of their mothers. I just kept saying that we were still the best and it didn't matter that we had lost. By the end of the night no one was speaking to me, not even my partner in the competition. I finally snuck off and went home. All the way, I could feel myself choking on ...
The night before my sister’s soccer tournament could have very well been one of the most stress inducing days of the month. Shortly after I arrived home from school, my friends began to arrive,
After getting the chance to play soccer in different places around Los Angeles, I got the oppourtunity to meet people with different level of skills and dedication to the game. I used to play in a co-ed league at Santa Monica every Sundays but stopped due to time restraint. In this paper, I will be talking about three players that I interviewed and played with for a short period of time. In addition, I will be comparing and contrasting them to each other and have an assumption of who the best player can be.
I have always been an active person, loving to always stay busy and keep moving. Throughout high school, I have been involved in three sports; cross country, nordic skiing and track. As a freshman, I did it for more of a social activity as well as to stay busy. I have always been quite naturally good at all my sports and therefore never wanted to push myself any harder than I needed like working out on the weekends. As I have grown through my sports in high school, I have learned to always try and go that extra bit and make sure I was always giving it my all. I have become very determined to become the best athlete I can and never waste a moment. Along with this change, my body has changed too, being more fit and strong making me a better athlete.