Reflective Essay: My Senior Year

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My senior year could have not started any better. On July 30th, 2015 I get a call from Coach Brock Hayes from Louisiana College offering me a scholarship to play at the college level. Ever since I was small, I always dreamed about playing college football and it finally came to reality. Fall camp was getting ready to start, and I was so excited to get my senior season started. I put in so much work and effort to get into the position I was in, so I was not going to let my team down. But like they say, all good things have to come to an end at some point. On August third, all the joy became stress and devastation. Fall camp in the football world is considered the gut wrenching part of the season. There is nothing like waking up at five in …show more content…
When I looked around the practice field, I saw nothing but cameras, media people, and news stations. Since I played quarterback, the spot light was on me the entire practice. I am not going to lie; I was kind of nervous at first until I got in rhythm. Overall our first practice of the day went well, considering it was at the crack of dawn and half of us were still sleepy. The weather was perfect New Orleans weather, Seventy- eight with low humidity and a light breeze. At the end of the first practice, our head coach told us “Now the big test is to see how you all come out to the second practice and perform. We need the same intensity as the first practice”. When we broke out of our team meeting, I thought I was a super-star with all of the interviews I did. Holy Cross was the only school with eleven committed players to play college football at the time so the news was constantly out at practice.
In southern Louisiana, at 2:30 in the afternoon, it is typically the hottest part of the day, and it was just that. The weather forecast was 95 degrees with an index of 112 degrees. It was to a point where I just wanted to turn all my equipment in. Something inside of me was telling me to keep going until I cannot go anymore. Practice number two was not going as planned from stretching at the beginning of practice. The receivers were dropping passes, I was not getting the right calls or signals,
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I could have shut down and given up everything I accomplished on the football field; but instead I found a way to get stronger and learn from this experience. Watching from the sidelines and not being involved was the hardest part of this injury. As a quarterback your team goes as far you take them. I was not there anymore so I felt like I let everyone down. But in reality the team still needed me. When things went wrong they looked for guidance and for my help. I learned to never take anything for granted because it can be taken away from you in a second. All it took was one and half practices for my senior football season to be

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