When I got onto the field, I could hear the crackling of the snow colliding against the bottom of my cleats. I could see the kicker from the opposite end of the field, with his armed raised like if he was carrying a flag. With full force, he booted the ball to my side of the field. I caught the ball as it was coming down, but was later taken down by one of the gator’s defensive…
You got angry and let it control your decision making.” The next practice I came out practiced better ever. Even if I mad mistakes, I did not let them get to me. I put them behind and went on to the next play. After several practices in similar fashion I earned my starting spot back and never looked back.…
The loud sound of the referee's whistle finally came and the game started. Halfway through the first half of the game my teammate Danielle passed me the ball. The other teams player came for me, she was one of their really good players so I thought I would never be able to pass her. As she approached me I stopped and pulled the ball back as she tried to get it from me.…
They now have the ball and we had to stop them to win this game. I played linebacker and we needed to stop them, but we couldn't and they now have scored their first touchdown and now the score was 8 to 8, and it was the end of the first quarter and there were only one quarter…
To Protect The rumors couldn't be true. Sitting alone in my cabin, after my belly churned for days, I nervously called a friend who had once been where I now found myself. Feeling trapped by the typical gossip of a small community, I wanted the name of a confidential person at the domestic violence and sexual assault non-profit.…
I would shortchange my future self if I took away such an import experience of failure. The loss of that game and the sooner than expected end to my season motivated me to get better and come back the next season. Without that failure, the extra motivation would have been absent to rehabilitate my wrist and train harder. I would not of advanced towards becoming a better player. I fully expect that I will encounter more setbacks, whether in school, with a friend, or eventually during my career.…
Then my friend got the ball and so I started playing. He shot and missed so I went for the ball. Nobody was around and out of nowhere a teammate comes out of the air onto my shoulder. Instantly a furious…
I get back on the floor. It was about half way in the fourth quarter and we were now ‘=down by 1 and we had the ball. There was this one guy and he was in a bad mood he stepped on my ankle for no reason and he saw me fall and so he took his advantage and stepped on it. I was in a lot of pain I thought to myself “why did he do that.” Got to the free throw line…
We got set back to the 40 yard line. Coach called a play called “Trips Right Motion Qb Option Pass”. I sent my friend Cam to run across the line then I hiked the ball. I faked the handoff to Cam took a 3 step drop…
The ball went to our side of the field in the right corner where it passed the line. The other team was suppose to throw the ball in again. I approach a girl and cover her so she can’t get to the ball. She was frustrated with being unable to get to it and shoved me then said, “move bitch!.” The goalie and and the captain on my team were not happy about that and started to protect me.…
Somehow I got called out first. It was against Andrew Noel the second biggest kid on our floor. I immediately knew it was not going to end well. So at the start I ducked my head and drove at him.…
An immense blue wall was blocking my view of the breathtaking sunset. The air was moist. I was in Maui, Hawaii. Everyone was yelling, screaming, hollering and having fun. Kids were flying their kites.…
I had never been so nervous. My hands were trembling and my breathing was sporadic. The lights were dimmed. The church pews were filled with shuffling feet and hushed voices.…
“Failure always comes before success,” that’s what they all say, but in my case, it was never like that. Some are great in basketball, and some are experts in chess, but for me, it was public speaking. I loved it, it was what defined me, what made me feel confident. When I was in preschool, I went to my first poetry recital. It was only reciting a four lines of “Humpty Dumpty”, and I pretty sure I pronounced half of the words wrong, the experience was exhilarating, and ever since then, I was hooked to it.…
My friends were 1.3 meters tall, with dark-green skin color, and wore antiqued “watches”. They were called lockers; my best friends in middle school. I was once submissive. Feared, I would protect myself by speaking “Yes”, “No”, or “I don’t know” to camouflage from others. Every day I would sit in the Special Education hallway with my friends numbered “1023-1031”, plug in my headphones, and separate myself from the rest of the world.…