The Audience of this book is to really anybody that will listen to what Cobble has to say but to pinpoint if would be towards women in the workforce and just in everyday life. Women and the topic of equality have been around for centuries. However, there is more than just equality to men. Their inequality in everyday life and in the workplace. Knowingly that women didn’t really become a major part of the workforce until the 1900s.…
The summer of my 9th year, I won my first soccer tournament. I’ve been playing soccer since i was 4. After years and years of coming in third or fourth place, our team finally made it to the top. We received a big trophy for the team and metals for each player. i received a trophy of my very own for scoring the winning goal.…
Life Story Free Writing Essay My first page of this writing essay I going to be about my soccer career from Middle school to senior year. 6th grade was the year I went back from playing soccer. At the time I was playing baseball but all my friends told me to stop playing baseball and to play soccer with them instead. So I did, and I played center back which is a defender I soccer and pretty much my job was to keep any of the opposing side from scoring a goal.…
Soccer has always been my love, my passion, and my outlet. If I have a rough day, all I have to do is lace up my cleats and step onto the field and just like that, all my worries drift away. I would always play for myself and no one else, it was my game and I thought that no one could take that away from me. Every time I played soccer I felt free, until the day that everything changed.…
When I grow up I would like to be a soccer player like Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo. Being A soccer player it's like my dream because I've been playing soccer when I was like 8 years old. I used to be on a team though when I as still living in Cuba, it was actually very fun but sometimes we had to train a lot but being a soccer player…
Once there was a little girl named Lizzy and she had a stuffed animal that she loved so much. She couldn’t live without it. She had got it when she was only 3 years old. She was so happy when she got it for Christmas. Now let’s start from the beginning.…
I’m 12 years old and I had a soccer tournament back in August. I was starting on a new team, well my team and another team we combined teams and made a new team. My new team was named Rush Rise. My family and I had to go to a tournament in Steamboat, the name of the tournament was called Aires. I stayed in steamboat for the whole weekend, 2 games saturday and 2 games sunday.…
And won of my friends that went to the same school as me his dad had a team of soccer. My mom went and talked to him and and asked him if i could join he said yea. Then my mom came home and i asked her if he had let me join the team and she said yes i was really happy.…
To begin with I will be talking about me and then go from there. I will be talking about how my team and I will succed but, mostly about me. I will be talking about taking responsibillity of my actions. How I get better and better of the sport I love. I started to have passion ever since my dad introduced my to this sport.…
I go to school and play soccer. That's my life. Although it doesn't seem like a lot , I'm always busy. I started playing soccer when i was 3 just to get some exercise but it turned out to be my passion. My whole life is based around soccer but i love it that way.…
I have been playing soccer as long I remember, because my father was a soccer coach so it was pretty much my whole life. I was in the starting lineup front my team. Although I was good enough to be in the starting line up for my team, as Iwas getting better and better, but that was not enough because my team was losing because of me. I was the striker which means I was supposed to score goals for my team, but I wasn't that guy who can beat the defender and put the ball behind the net. The days passed by and a new guy showed up on the team e was a good player, at least better than me.…
As I enter the arena I hear the crowd chanting. I can see both teams warming up before the game. As I sit on the bench, I can feel the soft texture of cotton as I start to tie my shoe-lace. I start in my position as tip-off starts. My teammate gets jump ball and the ball is in my hands.…
In that one year I popped my only soccer ball. I accidentally kicked it into a bed of roses. So without a soccer ball I didn’t have anything else to do. One month later my dad gave me a new soccer ball. This time it had…
I was now playing on a select team and also on a premier club team. I was feeling great. During my eighth grade school soccer season, I was the top scorer for my team and I had high hopes of making Varsity soccer as an entering freshman. Two weeks prior to the start of soccer season, I broke my ankle playing indoor soccer. I was overcome with more disappointment than imaginable.…
I love intensity. I love the limelight. I love pressure. But as my approach to the ball in the biggest game in my soccer career became shorter, my whole body was overcome by a surge of doubt. My muscles froze and I could feel the eyes of all two thousand bystanders glued onto my back.…