College Admissions Essay: Doing What You Love

Nothing means more to me than spending quality time on Sundays with my family, sitting on the couch and watching football. Even as a young kid, before I knew the names of the teams my Dad would say, “We’re rooting for the blue team!” I had no idea what was going on but I was so interested by the game that I would cheer and yell whenever my Dad would. This natural attention to this great game gave me the desire to prepare myself to eventually join a team. I learned how to motivate myself to workout, study plays and annoy my Dad enough to throw a ball with me in the backyard. I felt it was my purpose in life to become a professional and play football as

When people would say “My hobby is this,” or “My passion is that,” I would wonder how he or she found an activity that they could completely devote themselves to. I always thought that I would immediately know what my passion or hobby was when I encountered it. For me, it happened to be music. My passion for music, however, didn’t come immediately; music wasn’t something that I said to myself, “This is it. I’ve found my passion in life.” The piano wasn’t like that at all.

One day I want to walk out of the locker room and a big stadium and play in the field that has made me grow in front of thousands of people and my family. Dreams might just be dreams but it’s your determination that leads you to your goals and make your dreams true. I could never find any other way to chill down but in a football field it was is and has always been my time of peace and silence I love it for it helps me forget about the rest of my problems and takes all my anger and emotions out to leave me with only one feeling and that relief. If at any time you don’t find at home, school, or work, the only place you can find me is at East High schools or as I call it my home the football field doing my thing. Someday I will look over my shoulder and smile for my biggest dream has been payed off with all my hard work and ready to be used in that football

My heart was no longer in football after 5 years of playing the sport, I only loved it for 3 years out of the 5. How I feel in love, I still remember pee wee and middle school football like it was yesterday. The sound of the helmets cracking on one another, the sweat dripping down my face and body, and the sound of my teammates breathing heavy after running. These were the years where you were excited to go to practice, lift and play Thursdays, but with everything good there is always a bad. High school football changed the way felt towards football. I began to hate the sport that I once loved and wanted to do for a living, if I was given the opportunity. The nonstop hitting and hitting and hitting, the pressure on the knees every time you would block someone, and practices that last for 3-4 hours long every day after school, in 90-100 degrees, and with 20 pounds of pads on. I thought was not worth saying I play for the Devine Warhorses. High school football felt like a job that you are not getting paid to do, having to wake up early to go watch film on the team you’re playing that week, and having to go in for lunch sometimes. When I played high school football I had no social life outside of the football team and had no time to work on what really matters… school. Strong and talented can only get you so far in a sport without being truly in love with it. When your burned out, not having any fun, and dreading for the season to come to an end,

There are about 40-50 career-ending sports injuries a year and I was one of them. Back in 2013, my father forced me to go out for football. That was the best thing I could have done until… One day everything changed.

Looking back as a senior, I’ve come to realize that football is more than just a sport. It’s a test of commitment, but most importantly, it develops character. How many laps of running does it take for me to fold? How many hits am I able to endure before I quit? Football demands courage, to push one beyond their physical and mental capabilities. It has taught me to put others first instead of myself, and despite obstacles in my way, the act of overcoming fear was, and still is, a priority. Along the way, I’ve been given the honor to meet the most passionate individuals while playing the game. These were the same people who lived through the grind and pain since our first practice as a freshman until our final battle as a senior. Whether it

I had always been told my entire life that I should play football. Always the biggest kid in all of my classes. People would ask me all the time what position I played, I had no idea what they were talking about and they were always surprised when I told them that I had never played football, and that I had never planned to. But the older, bigger, and stronger I got and the more encouragement I got, finally I decided to play my sophomore year of highschool. There was one game I will always remember that really kick started my love and passion for the game.

Curiosity and passion.These are two things that matters to me the most. Throughout my years at high school, I have grown stronger in an environment where I am challenged every day. It is in my nature to push myself towards excellence, in both my academic and extracurricular quests. I love innovation and the application of classroom knowledge to real situations.

Football in high school took most of my time. It made me put family and friend’s aside because it was a sport I committed myself to every day. I knew I was not going to be playing at the pro or college level yet I wanted to have a good high school team; unfortunately that didn 't happen. My junior year, we won two games and lost the rest. During my senior year we won four games and lost the rest, but that was two more games won than the previous year. Sometimes I felt like all that work and commitment was not worth it. During the last home game, however my team and I did something outrageous. We proved to all those newspapers, opposing teams, and loyal and un-loyal fans that with hard work and team work, we were able to achieve great things.

Passion is described as a strong emotional attachment or feeling. I would describe my strongest passion as my love for learning. When one thinks of learning, the first thing to come to mind is school and academic knowledge; however, when I refer to learning I am referring to learning about everything ranging from school, to athletics, to arts, and even just learning about life. It is my fervor for learning that allows for the strongest demonstrations of scholarship, leadership, service, and character. A passion for learning has allowed me to exemplify a majority of these great qualities in a single, simple setting. As a person who is eager to learn about anything he can grasp, when the opportunity came for me to tutor students who were Syrian

That was until one of my best friends introduced me to the art world. Soon, I was combining music and art. Creating a new combination of music and art. Trying to make my own music with dances and drawings to go with it. But, something was missing from the dynamic. I still needed a spark to complete me.

Undeniable passion. These are the words I would use to describe my love for teaching. Ever since my childhood years where my favorite thing to do was play pretend teacher, I knew that education was the field for me. I have always been the person who leads the crowd, follows the rules, and has a set principle of morals. Since I was young, I have developed skills that have helped me in my journeys and lead me to my passion of working with others. I understand that being a great teacher takes many years, but I possess the qualities that allow me to learn fast and be a great asset to your community.

Without technology our world will fall in a spiral of problems and confusion. Every day people sit down for an extraneous amount of time researching, testing, more than that developing new idea for technology. These people devote their time along with resources from other interests in order to forge everyday life to be more productive. For me, my interests always lie in what new technology reveals. Another passion of mine is video games specifically on the computer. This includes playing, watching, criticizing, in like manner analyzing them. However, it had occurred to me that a roadblock had, temporarily, incentivized me from my hobby. The computer that was being operated could no longer function the game on an optimal performance level, which means that my visual moreover my gameplay

I was sitting at a picnic table with a young boy struggling next to me. His hand gripped mine so tightly that there were petite fingernail impressions lining my skin. He was screaming, crying, kicking up the loose gravel that was scattered around us- all because he didn't want to kill a fish at fishing camp. This demonstrates just one of the countless fits that this young boy would have in a day. However, as much as I wanted to yell at that young boy, “I understand, just stop!” I never did.

My freshman year on the junior varsity football team I was not a great athlete; I wasn’t fast or strong and generally didn’t know much about the sport, and as a result, I didn’t get a lot of playing time. About half way through the season I became significantly better at playing football and earned a starting position. Then, during practice one day, I unfortunately broke my left fibula, and had to watch the rest of the season on the sideline. This injury set me back pretty far and made it difficult to train in the offseason to prepare for the upcoming season. I had constant thoughts about quitting and focusing all the free time i would have as a result on my school work, but eventually I decided I would stick it out and hope for the best.