Essay On My Senior Year

Three years elapsed, and with those years gone, so were my hardships. The start of my fourth year marked the turning point for me and what made my final year in high school a memorable one. Unlike the years prior where my opinion didn’t matter, my senior year was when I was finally recognized and praised for my abilities. I felt like I was an asset to the team rather than someone who was just taking up space. I was given first priority when the time had come to pick numbers. When I look at my jersey, I regret not being able to contribute as much the years building up to my senior year. Whenever I wear my jersey, I remember the good times I had with my team; it reminds me that we all have the ability to change who we are and the way others perceive you. …show more content…
I was clouded by thoughts of what to do. I ended up asking my good friend, Spencer Rogers, who had graduated a year before me, whether or not it was a good idea to pick a new number. He told me “Maybe, a number is only a number. What you do while wearing the number is what really matters.” I thought about what he told me for the rest of the summer and when the time had come, I picked a new number for myself. I picked the number 10. My plan was to build new memories with the new number. I wanted to end my senior year knowing that I left something for future generations to reflect upon. I wanted my last year in high school to be an enjoyable one. I didn’t feel like I was part of the team the years before. It was always about winning, the team tried so hard to win that they forgot to the purpose of the game: to have fun. I felt like I was a man on a mission, my close friend had to move to another state because of some family issues so now it was down to me to change the soccer team’s