In college, basketball is a job for an athlete, unlike high school when an athlete plays the game for fun. The coaches are a lot more serious because coaching is their only job and that is what they get paid for. In college, an athlete has to always be ready to play, day in and day out, no matter if it is practice or a game. In high school, an athlete could relax every once in awhile because his team wasn’t built around potential All-Americans. In college, an athlete doesn’t have a chance to take a possession off or a day off, because the players on his team earned a spot on that team.
Fulfilling the requirements for school, performing well athletically and maintaining a social life require time management, which many first year students fail to do, due to their lack of knowledge and experience. For freshman athlete, college can be very demanding. As a student athlete, I am required to take 12 credit hours, complete 800 word papers, and study for tests, all this while still maintaining my presence on the athletic field. Doesn’t the eighth amendment state that no cruel or unusual punishment is to be performed on anyone? Once classes end around 12 p.m., I head to the café to get a bite to eat, with maybe an hour break.
As a single mother it has taken quite some time to attain my goals, only to find once they were attained another goal was added. Most recently, while participating in CSULB’s commencement ceremony I found myself feeling unfulfilled. My family had left the commencement ceremony early, and even started “my” graduation party without me. It wasn’t until someone close to me reminded me that the goals I had set for myself were just that, my personal goals. I needed to feel proud of those achievements and take a moment to celebrate all the hard work it took to get here, but instead I kept adding more and more never pausing to appreciate where I had gotten.
However, one thing that is noticeable when watching these championships is that all the players are fit people with healthy bodies. Just because a student likes video games, or any other activity, it does not mean they should not be motivated or be physically active in high school class just because it is not their forte. Living a healthy lifestyle is important for everyone to do, whether they are doing it to play sports or just to have a better and healthier
Heart Break After months and months of waiting for a decision, I had mentally come up with my own. The money didn’t seem as if it would come through for my brother and I to go to the private school my dad worked at, Hyde Park, so I was mentally prepared to stay at Cedar Park High School for the rest of my high school career. Everything seemed to be pointing at me staying there anyway, the guy I had been in love with since 7th grade asked to get back together the night before, this morning I had just run the Color Run with one of my best friends, and I had just finished hanging out with a group of my favorite people for a school project. It seemed as if God was calling me to stay at Cedar Park, and then when my mom came to pick me from my friends house, she said that one sentence that changed my life; “The money came through, welcome to Hyde Park.”
I think its my childhood that brings out the little empathy i have for other people, i hadn't seen someone cry in almost 8 years its not something you do at my house. To see this girl cry made me want to be a stronger person then that emotionally. Even though my parents brought me up to be tough and to stand my ground i knew i would break at some point this semester, i think i hit that in one of my basketball practices. I kept being pointed out for doing something wrong, being the rookie sucks sometimes and it just hit me, i kept swallowing down the cry couldn't think of why i wanted to cry though. I stopped for a moment and tried to think, so i was messing up and being picked on for the same thing the same wrong thing over and o... ... middle of paper ... ...own to know when i am patient, my energy is available to make good thing happen.
If I were to get overwhelmed I would only be a few hours away from home and could go back and visit. I was excited about starting college, even though I was not particularly excited about the school I was going to. I was weary about my attendance here but then I looked at bigger picture and really thought about my long-term goal. My friends and my family encouraged me to make the best out of my situation and be grateful for my scholarship. After a well needed self-evaluation I figured I was going to make the best out of every situation.
My 4.2 GPA was proof of all the hard work that was dedicated to both my AP and college courses. However, academia was not the only thing that consumed my time. I was a Student Council representative, member of NHS (National Honors Society), as well as NSHSS (National Society of High School Scholars) and by the end of the year gained the title of “Student of the Year". My mother was no match for my fortitude. Therefore, after our water and electricity was turned off during the hottest months Arizona had to offer the decision to make my junior year, not only my best year but my last, was a simple one.
Since I can remember, my family has reminded me that I can become whoever I want to become. Never did I think any different throughout my grade school and high school years. Teachers and administrations, alike, reiterated the possibilities that my family had instilled in me. Graduating high school a semester early, I believed all that I had been told. It was not until mass tragedy struck that I began to question if I could really become whoever I dared to become.
I had my future all planned out: I would graduate from Ledgemont, go on the annual senior trip to Disney World, go to college, and start a life; I was almost there, until the fall of my junior year when it was announced that my school would be merging with another. Berkshire High School happened to be one of the best and worst things to ever happen to me. Don’t get me wrong, I was definitely miserable the