Examples Of Hey Water Boy Monologue

Throughout my life, I have frequently been a part of a team. Whether it was in an athletic, academic, or employment sense, I have learned many life lessons and values solely because I was a part of these teams. Growing up, I was involved in countless team-based sports in which I had a number of roles. There were times when I had to step up and lead, and times where I had to learn to take a step back and follow. I learned that I was only a small part of the success that happens and that the ultimate goal of the team was

After all my anger was released, I felt guilty of leaving my exhausted, tired brother. I ran back to him as fast as I could, to find Doodle, in the corner of the boat, crying. I got in the boat and asked Doodle, "What happened Doodle? Why are you crying? " I tried to calm him down, but he wouldn't stop crying.

In my two year career as a Marching Patriot, I have accomplished things I never thought possible. Starting my freshman year, I was insecure about my

It was my Junior year in high school and I had decided to join the Color Guard team . I was really nervous because if you were selected you would go around the city doing color guards and representing our school. I went to all the practices that usually took place before school early in the morning. When I struggled with something I kept practicing to get done right. When I saw other people who struggled I would ask if they needed help. My instructors saw what I was doing and kept a closer eye on me for it. Eventually it came down to try outs day and the teams were

As the new school year started and I was labeled the ‘cheer captain’ I immediately felt jealousy from my teammates. I was no longer someone they admired but someone they rejected. My teammates no longer had appreciation for me. Everything I did was sabotaged into hurting my feelings and even me. Everyone thought I was higher up on the social scale than I even did.

I was pushed around, yelled and cursed at by some of the biggest dads I have ever seen, but I kept my spirits high in order to pursue greatness. I wasn’t used to wearing a helmet and pads, so catching a football was a challenge. A few weeks down the road, after many hours of observation, the coaches put me on defense in the position of Defensive End. I had no idea what this position was and what my job was. I learned that the Defensive End (DE), plays on the very end of the defensive line and the job of the DE is to rush the Quarterback and to stop any run plays in my direction. I wasn’t very good at doing my job and my coach sought me out and reminded me of that every

Each member on the team shared the same values, emotions, and knowledge of that particular sport. As a freshman and sophomore in high school, I knew that I needed to be on the same level as my other teammates. For me to be accepted in this community, I had to show them my ethos appeals to let them know that I was just like them. Sportsmanship, diligence and perseverance, were the skills needed to show the upperclassmen and my coach that I was serious and that I was ready to be part of the team. The upperclassmen knew that I had it in me; all I had to do was prove that I could do it. Proving to older long time members of the team is not the easiest thing to do. They are cynical about every action you do. In order for me to prove my worth, I had to show an emotional appeal toward the “veterans of the team” which were similar to that of the

As a sophomore, I tried out again. There were enough girls to create a junior varsity team but again, I was a benchwarmer for varsity, still not useful enough to play, but too experienced for junior varsity. During this year I started to realize that blaming other players for my failure was

Later in the day, my wife pointed out to me that there was a picture of me in the newspaper, vomiting. When I saw that picture for the first time my stomach turned. I thought I was going to throw up again. It was incredibly humiliating and I knew I couldn’t let the people who looked up to me the most see me like that. Not my teammates, my peers, my wife, my son, nobody. It was pathetic. With that picture out in the media, I was already focused on tomorrow’s practice. I was determined to come back the next day, playing harder than ever, and proving everyone wrong.

The first day of tryouts came around and I woke up that morning shaking with excitment and shear nervousness. I ate my bagel and chocolate milk, (a pregame ritual of mine) laced up my cleats, and was on my way. The second I got to the field I knew I was in for a long day. Most of the guys were double my size and looked like they were professionals. After a few days of the long, hard, and grueling tryout process the coaches posted the team on their website. When I saw my name wasn't on the list I felt spiteful, angry, even a little ashamed with myself. I knew I deserved a spot on that team and I was determined to claim it.

A situation that tested my character was the 2015 state track meet. I had been apart of a three way tie to see who got the final lane in the 100 meter finals. A run off was put in place to see who got the final two spots. The starter's pistol fired and it fired and it fired again Ashley Odenbach was called for a false start. Mollie and I looked at each other with a contented look, two spots open, two people left. After our coaches protesting us not to run to save energy we walked by to our blocks. We got into the blocks and were off this wasn't your normal 100 meter race we held a gingerly jog and about 25 meters into it we held hands. We wanted to show sportsmanship saying we both came from different school but we had a friendship. Even though

The day the team got together and fought threw a tough battle facing pinnacle high school. It was our second home game and our record was 1-2. After all of the hard work we had put in over summer, we realized we could not lose, especially in front of our home crowd. At the beginning of the game we did our usual warm-ups, I have never felt so much adrenaline pushing threw my veins in my life. After the warm-ups the whole team got in a big huddle, we chanted a chant that will never be forgotten and one day make history for the pride. After the chant we got ready for kick-off, lined up and ready to go. The crowd started cheering at the first 2 seconds of the game “go pride go, go pride go”. This made the whole team nervous, not just because there was so many

I wasn’t very humble my freshmen year of highschool or the first half of my sophomore year for that matter. I knew how good I was or at least how good I thought I was. I assumed too much my first year and a half at Joliet West. Even before this moment, at my elementary school I had tried out for the school softball team and didn’t make it. I assumed because I had been on it the past few years that I was already on the team. So, for

Because of the deviant act us three students violated a norm, known as proscriptive. A proscriptive norm (Warehime, Proscriptive Norm, 2017) is a norm that is not prohibited and is against the rules such as, my friends and I rippling down the posters in the classroom. It happened in what I would say a micro-level element which was a small interaction inside of the classroom. I, personally, have never done a deviant act so for me to do this one small incident inside of a classroom was nerve- racking. Even if I were with two other people I and my friends still did not follow the rules of the classroom. At this point, to whomever is reading, is probably wondering, “I wonder if they got in trouble?” to answer the question, no we did not get in trouble. We only got looked at a little differently that day by our classmates.

One of the very first football games, of my freshman year that we weren’t supposed to win; however, we ended up winning by so many points that my head coach had told me to allow the opposing team’s players to tackle me while I was running the football. Although I only scored one touchdown in that game, I really had to do some “acting” when they tried to tackle me all throughout the end of the 3rd and 4th quarter.