Personal Goals: Basketball: My Goals And Goals

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Everyone has a goal in life, and each goal can be met if the effort is put in to achieve these goals. Goals can either be physical accomplishments, mental, or even social. The only way a person can meet their goal is by deciding whether they want to put the effort in or not. To some, they might think their dreams will come to them easily, or they will just be given whatever they wish to receive, but I have learned that is not the case. Through basketball, school, and home, I have learned that effort is rewarding. Basketball is the game that I love. There is nothing I would rather be doing than either playing a pickup game with my friends or playing the fast-paced game under head coach Mark Collins. My love for the game developed when I first …show more content…
When I first entered school, I did not care at all about how I did or even if I did any school work. That was how I felt all the way up through school and my attitude and effort started to change as of my junior year. I have never felt the need to wake up every day at five-thirty in the morning. The bright rays of sunshine peak through the dark curtain and strike my face. The cold floor tingles my feet and dogs are barking and running around. The sweet fruity pebbles rest on the tip of my tongue. My first periods of the day breezed by, and then I entered chemistry. The teacher, Mr. Nerd, called me over to tell me my attitude needed to change because I was not acting like a good student. He also told me my effort level is lacking in both of the classes I am taking with him. Never have I ever had a teacher come up to me and tell me that. There has always been a trend when it comes to my grades. If I like the class or teacher, my grade is great, if I dislike the class or teacher, my grade suffers. I love math, and I am very close with both teachers in this school, so I always try to impress both of them. Spanish, on the other hand, is a class that I dislike very much. I never paid attention in the class, so I never understood anything, and I took it out on the teacher. Those two examples alone taught me that if I want to succeed in school my effort level needs to …show more content…
Just the thought of being home used to aggravate me. I had the same routine every day, wake up and start getting yelled at first thing in the morning. I hated it at my house, and I let my parents know that. Growing up, I had a lot of chores and I never got along with my sister. If I never did any chores, I would get yelled at, but as a kid I never thought anything was my fault. Dealing with my sister was probably the hardest part of my childhood. She used to be a lot bigger than me and made sure I realized it every day. As I started to grow, she stopped being physical and just tried getting in screaming matches with me. She knew I had a temper and took full advantage of that. My face would get red and anger was in the air. When I got angry I would call her inappropriate names and she would run and complain to my parents, which got me in more trouble. My sister and I were similar in how my dad treated us. My father has almost no power in my house; my mom is the queen and gets the say in everything. My dad always wants some form of power and he took advantage of that when it came to us children. When my sister lived with us she got most of my father’s rants and dealt with all of his screaming and I got some, but not as much as she did. Now that she is moved out, I get all of the screaming and

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