Essay On Fbla Competition

I walked off the floor with sweat dripping from my hair. So many thoughts flew through my head that I couldn’t focus on anything. My junior year of basketball felt like it ended as quickly as a blink. It was as if in seconds we went from the stars of the state tournament to the embarrassments of it. I tried to forget the disappointment of it but it still will not leave. My desire and love to win games comes from the more apparent hatred of losing them. Junior year we had a chance to win a state championship, but we lost that chance. That was when I realized that I had one chance left to win. Senior year our basketball success would only be as rewarding as we would make it. The pressure placed on ourselves was substantial, and we faced trials on the road to success. In the end, we stood alone, crowned as the champions, not letting our chance slip away.

Junior year of high school I had reached my limits and had become clinically depressed. I had no interest in school, and I had considered quitting my schools cheerleading team. I felt alone and underwhelmed with where I had imagined my life was going to go. My dream was to become a state champion with cheerleading and to place in the top 10 at the National High School Cheerleading Championship, I had already made amends with the idea that it was an unreachable goal. I had completly given up. Ready to quit, one of my teammates had taken notice in my dismissive persona, she had also brought it to the attention of the rest of my team. They began to push me harder then they he'd ever pushed before. They helped me realize that I was great again.

I stood there in anticipation, speech in hand, facing the crowd. Then, I ripped apart the speech, but I had no worries about the paper. After all, I had already memorized the whole speech. At that moment, my goal was to inspire people with my speech. I had never thought I would be able to stand there in the gaze of a giant audience.

It was a very warm and tense place in the gymnasium of the Alpena High School. A group of freshman and sophomore baseball players were waiting for the words you wanted to hear which was “Congratulations” or the not so good news of “Sorry” from the coach deciding if you made the team. Personally, at the start of baseball tryouts I thought to myself it’s going to be a toss up to see if I would make the team having a 50/50 chance. I was nervous for the most part because there were an abundace of upperclassman also trying out for the team that were on it last year. There were twenty-seven people trying out for fifteen spots to play JV baseball.

My mom had the best intentions, but she didn't know how to help me. My mother was practically a single mother for two years I had to grow up real quick. She had to work and I had to stay home, lock all the doors, and find a way to keep my little sister entertained. For a long time I didn't understand why my father had left. One day we got a call that my grandfather was in the hospital. A few days later he passed. That moment changed every single person in my family. Everyone was broken, but yet the spark that had been dead in all of us lit up. Over time, many of the scars from the past began to fade along with my bitter attitude. These experiences formed who my family is today and how they have raised me to be. I now understand my hardships weren’t an excuse to be unkind. I have grown into a responsible women with strong morals and values. The essay asked how would I contribute to the diversity of The University of Kentucky and the answer is I have a spark. A spark that no one else but I have. The spark that's going to give me that push to fight harder and stronger than any other

Although I wasn’t the best on the team, whatever I put my mind to I was able to accomplish. On the day of the last game of the winter season, I made a bet with my dad that if I would score eight points in the game then I could get a puppy. My dad agreed without hesitation because I have never gotten close to scoring eight points. I was someone who would score once, maybe twice a game, but I still made it a goal for myself to score four times which seemed nearly impossible. She won’t win, my dad thought. It’s impossible, he thought. I believed in myself when no one else did. As the game started I knew what was on the line and I would do anything to be able to accomplish my goal. I knew that my strength was free throws, so getting fouled four times would grant me the eight chances I would need to score eight points. I followed through and got fouled exactly four times and made all eight of the free throws. I won the bet. I knew I was not the best player and I knew that it was going to be a challenge to get to where I wanted to be, but I did not let those factors become an obstacle that would prevent me from reaching my goal. I used my strength of free-throw shooting to get my puppy. After the game I was congratulated by everyone who knew about the bet. This included my teammates, my brothers, my mom, and my dad. My dad walked out of that gym with a new perspective of his daughter: someone who can

On May 24, 2016, I thought it was just going to be a regular day. I was very wrong. But let’s backtrack some, I was invited to be a part of Girl’s State for the state of Alabama, for my school and Tuscaloosa county. On this particular day there was a meet and greet for all the young ladies that were invited from the area. My mom had pestered and bothered me the entire week about going, but I just had no desire to go. Me not listening to my mother this day has been my biggest regret of my life so far. Hence the title of my essay, you have to win some to lose some.

The heat was oppressive and the drills were challenging, but I could succeed. Three hot days of drills and games, laps and running, and the try outs were complete. The tryouts were now over, but the waiting had now begun. Texts crossing paths, everyone anxious, refreshing the emails; it was more than I could bear. Would I make it? Would I succeed? Although I wanted to, I knew it would not matter. It was the confidence and determination I displayed that had really affected me. After hours of waiting, I finally received the email, and opened it hesitantly. Expecting a serious, not so inviting message, I was nervous; however, once I read the email, I was pleased to see the positive expression, “Congratulations!” spread across the top. I made it. I was finally a part of the

May came around at long last. So did the end of my second semester of college at Florida Atlantic University. Not only did I survive my freshman year, I thrived, passing eight of my nine joint courses with A’s and getting A-minus on the other one. Just like “Neon” Leon shocked the departed Muhammad Ali in 1978, I defied my own expectations and those of a few among my closest friends and family. Did I soon spend the next few months indulging in summer merriment at the beach, getting my tan on while thirteen-year-old boys fawned over pictures of Selena Gomez? Nope. I took summer classes to keep my mind sharp and knock out a few of the requirements towards a degree which I’d earn three years later. One such class = a six-week crash course in public speaking. Everything went well until I got an assignment to create, practice, and deliver a three-to-five-minute speech involving someone who stood out. The possibilities overwhelmed me until I recalled someone with an outstanding life, hit him up on my cell, and talked to him in person one hot Saturday afternoon.

In Anna Quindlen’s “Commencement Speech at Mount Holyoke College,” she effectively develops an emotional bond with her audience through personal anecdotes and the juxtaposition of her speech with others in order to persuade them to defy societal pressure. Quindlen begins her speech with a reflection on her experience as a college student, explaining that “being perfect became like always carrying a backpack filled with bricks” and advising students to “put down the backpack” (Quindlen 20, 25). With a candid portrayal of her own college years, Quindlen demonstrates to her audience that she has undergone the same struggles, referring to their shared hardships as if to say: I understand the struggles you are going through now and I just want to

On this bright and sunny day of August. I was very happy and excited to be starting my first day of Booker T. Washington high school as a freshman.Today I am going to tryout for pom with my friends Maddison, Haleema, and Jose. As I walk out the school doors to go home and get ready for pom tryouts I get butterflies in my stomach because I’m very nervous. When we are driving up to the school I look at all the people who are here and I know that Haleema, Maddison,Jose and I have to try our best if we really want to make it.The next couple of days as I walk down the hall I see the boys and girls who tried out for pom rushing to an orange paper hanging on the wall next to the lockers. On the paper I see Maddison and I made the team. That moment I noticed that Haleema and Jose were a little disappointed because they tried their hardest. So they decided to join track the next day. Maddison and I were very excited that we had pom practice the next day.

My apprehension only seemed to grow as the time dragged on. Suddenly, I heard our school name. Adrenaline rushed through me as we ran out onto the mats with gaudy smiles on out faces. The music thundered behind us as we jumped, stunted, and danced. It felt like it was over in a heartbeat. The experience as a whole left me utterly exhausted; so much in fact that when it came time for awards, I was quite frankly too worn out to care. We had done our best and there was nothing we could do to alter our fate at that point. Still, I couldn't help but attempt to play back our performance in my head. "We were nowhere near as natural or well put together as the other teams." I muttered. As it turned out, I was correct. We placed last in our

. On the first day working with Judge Rucker was enjoyable, but I was super nervous, because I didn’t know what to expect and I didn’t know how the day would go. The court room became filled with people. I am sitting in the jury box and instantly I feel a lot of people eyes staring at me like why is she sitting in the jury box. Court got started and the first case that was called was this woman sitting next to her daughter and she looked up and she sated she didn’t know she had a case and was just there to support her daughter. Right away as you can expect everyone in the courtroom was laughing including the judge, because it was really unexpected that her

The pressure was bearing down on me like nothing I’d ever experienced. My entire year, I thought, hinged on this one debate. My partner and I had put so much work into it, and I couldn’t bear letting him down. Then, everything fell apart as they announced the decision. “Congratulations to both teams for reaching the quarterfinals of the UGA Tournament, it is a 2-1 for the Affirmative from Gulliver.” We had lost. I lost. As soon as those words were delivered, my heart dropped into despair. Never mind that I had reached the quarterfinals, all the work and success that my partner and I had gone through felt erased with that big L.

Growing up in a town as small as this has pushed me to be the best, to rise to the top. Since there were so few people around me, the competition was fierce. Everyone aspired to be the best, to get the best grades and to get the highest rankings, however, I pushed myself harder than anyone else around me. It wasn’t until I got into my second year of high school that I fell behind on my agenda. My grades dropped even though my intelligence soared. The work became too much, and growing up with such an easy time in middle school