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This puts pressure on me to do the best I can to make them happy and most importantly make me happy to have a better life. Though I did not push myself to my fullest potential in my youth as I took things for granted and did not make too many people happy including myself. I am about to go through a postgraduate year at Westminster that will prepare me for challenges I will encounter as I become older. A big change in my life came during my senior year of high school. My junior year I was on varsity football, basketball, and tennis while starting on the football team while in getting important playing time in basketball coming off the bench. I was pretty successful and believed that my senior year I could be captain and be one of the go to guys on the team. After a successful spring season in tennis, the summer had started and football was only 3 months away. Everyone was starting to lift and run while I got lazy and just hung out and did nothing to improve my body or my mind for my pretty challenging course schedule my senior year. In basketball, I did not perform well in summer leagues as I did not feel that I had to work as hard since I received good playing
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It was August 19, 2008 at 8am, the morning dew was over the football field while we stretched warmed up, I then noticed that my wasteful summer had come to an end. The first week of football I pulled my groin and missed the short preseason, my starting spot as tight end was filled by someone else and I was unfortunately stuck only playing defense. As the season reached the halfway point I took a bad angle toward a runner and dove and obtained a concussion. I missed the next 4 games and had to suffer taping the games. As the basketball season started I was also rusty without playing in a game since the first summer league game in late June. The first half of the season resulted in me not getting in 3 games and hardly getting any playing time. I asked the coach what was wrong and he said I did not have the skills for his style of play. Let’s say that those words lit a fire under my skin, I started to play with more passion and tenacity which showed my coach I had something that the team was lacking in some close losses. The last half of the season was our best ending compared to most teams and led us to a quarterfinal berth in the playoffs. The year didn’t pan
It was August 19, 2008 at 8am, the morning dew was over the football field while we stretched warmed up, I then noticed that my wasteful summer had come to an end. The first week of football I pulled my groin and missed the short preseason, my starting spot as tight end was filled by someone else and I was unfortunately stuck only playing defense. As the season reached the halfway point I took a bad angle toward a runner and dove and obtained a concussion. I missed the next 4 games and had to suffer taping the games. As the basketball season started I was also rusty without playing in a game since the first summer league game in late June. The first half of the season resulted in me not getting in 3 games and hardly getting any playing time. I asked the coach what was wrong and he said I did not have the skills for his style of play. Let’s say that those words lit a fire under my skin, I started to play with more passion and tenacity which showed my coach I had something that the team was lacking in some close losses. The last half of the season was our best ending compared to most teams and led us to a quarterfinal berth in the playoffs. The year didn’t pan