Homework In High School

One of the most challenging obstacles I have had to overcome is balancing school work and recreational activities. As a high school student right now the most important thing is to have good grades in school. On the other hand, it is also important to have fun by spending time with friends and participating in sports at school. Can there be a balance between school and sports? Yes, there can but it is a daily struggle to make time for both things.

To start it off, I moved math classes to Mr. Dicker’s, which was one of the most stressful events of my life. Personally, I thought moving up would be much easier than it actually was. I found myself in a constant struggle and had to push myself to my limits. I constantly had to go in for extra help because I got down on myself. All of the hard work, long nights, and stress I put in to math eventually paid of. I ended up getting all As on my report card throughout seventh grade, which I could barely get my mind around. During seventh grade, I participated in volleyball, basketball, and soccer. I played soccer for six years when I was little, but I hadn’t touched a ball since. I knew from the beginning that soccer would be hard for me since I am not foot-eye coordinated in any way. Normally, sports come pretty naturally to me, but soccer was different. I compared myself to other people, but I decided that that was enough. I began to practice soccer almost everyday, and soon enough, I began getting compliments about how much I had improved. Getting good grades and trying a new sport were both amazing experiences, but my personal favorite time from seventh grade was the Colorado trip. The Colorado was not only a break from all the stressful academics, but it was a time where I could bond with new and old friends. Before the trip, there was a group of people who I had never really come in contact with, but during the trip, I made some incredible bonds with these people. Like I said, seventh grade was a time of change, but it was a change that set me up for success in eighth

When I look back to as far as I can remember I don’t remember my class schedules, the friends I played tag with, or the best lunches at school, but what I do remember is playing basketball and the joy it brought me to play and win. Basketball is the thing that keeps me moving day to day. Without basketball I probably wouldn’t have opportunities to travel off island to experience college visits as well as challenging better teams around the country. Basketball is more than a sport, it teaches you life lessons and how to overcome things that

Sixth grade was my worst year of school, only thing I had was basketball and I was forced to quit. After that I spent my summer playing basketball. The reason I was forced to quit was my attendance I had a rough year because new school and transportation issues. I just wanted to play basketball and I couldn’t do that on a team level.

I first broke my finger when I received a pass playing basketball. I injured my knees for the first time because of basketball. I heard unpleasant comments about myself for the first time during a basketball game. I was 12. I gave up. I hated basketball. But I could never imagine that after a few years I would lead my high-school basketball team as its captain.

Fifteen years were spent with nothing but rubber and concrete as I would practice in my front yard with a nine foot hoop. This never fully prepared me for the actual sport. I never focused on any other attributes to the sport of basketball except for shooting. Not to mention it was only with my right hand. I have wanted to play on a team since seventh grade, but injuries limited my ability to do so, including a broken leg and a sprained knee. Therefore, I had to wait until my freshman year to participate. By the time freshman year had came, I was still oblivious to everything I did not know.

In 6th, 7th, and 8th grades, I tried out for the school basketball team. I did not make the team any of the 3 years I tried out. Basketball is not my best sport. I wouldn’t consider myself bad at it, but I wouldn’t consider myself to be a highly skilled player. In 6th grade, my math teacher told me about a mentoring program at the school. I was sitting in class right as the bell rang. My teacher asked me to stay after class. I was nervous, and was shaking like a tree branch in the wind. My stomach dropped. When everyone left the classroom, my teacher said, “Please go to Ms. Logsdon’s (our social worker) office for a quick meeting.” When I got to Logsdon’s room, five other kids were already there waiting. We had no idea what was going on. We were very nervous to be there - like person singing for the first time in front of a live audience. Finally, Ms Logsdon said, ”You have been nominated by teachers to be part of a leadership program called TRY.” This was a turning point for me. I was very excited inside, but

I sat with my head sunken into my hands, my eyes were burning, and my head was spinning. I was sitting on the bench during the final minutes of what would be the last basketball game that I would ever play. I had played basketball for over fifteen years, and I had never imagined how I would feel once it was all over. My high school team had made it to the region semi-finals during my senior year, and we had to play Bearden. It turned out to be my last basketball game, because my team had lost. I never realized how much basketball had impacted my life until that game. I knew that basketball was important to me, but I never thought that it would lead me to where I am today, especially a single game.

People expect so much out of teenagers, especially the students who are involved in sports and maintain a job throughout the school year. They are expected to attend classes and their extracurricular activities; they have to make it to work on time, finish their homework, do their studies, and on top of that, get enough sleep at night. This is the kind of busy schedule students uphold in their week and it’s overwhelming for them. It causes stress and exhaustion, and people still expect them to do well and keep up with everything. Is this how we want students to feel all the time? Sure we want them to accomplish goals and be the best they can be, but one way to relieve some stress is less homework. When they come home from work or sports

To start off, I was one of the best basketball athletes at my school. I had been playing since I was in elementary out by the playground, and in pee wee games. As I grew and my game became stronger, I was playing on higher level teams. In seventh grade, I was on the eighth and ninth grade team. When I was a sophomore, I started over the seniors that

Even though I worked a lot that's when I realized I hadn’t barely touched a basketball since the year before. I beat myself up about that all day in class until after school when it was time. I went to the first practice terrified expecting it to be last year all over again; that didn’t happen. This year I was the first to finish running, instead of the last. I was ten times more aggressive and confident in myself when I was told to try something new. Somehow I knew how to dribble the basketball ten times better, and my defense was great. I went home so

Achieving a goal could be such a strenuous task especially if you weren’t born with any talents at all. Some people asked me “How come you choose this particular sport?” Tall or built were crucial to be outstanding but it didn’t divert my thoughts. Coming to America is where basketball caught my attention. I was impressed due to the diversity the school had although making friends were one of my biggest struggles. Moreover, I was shocked there was walking skyscrapers as I walked down the halls. Socializing myself with people who played basketball wasn’t the best idea during that time where prompted me to be a solely stranger. Weekends were my favorite days since my older cousin would bring me to the playground to play basketball. Things were less tense as I went to high school and found comfortable friends having similar interests.

When I was seven years old I wasn’t really an active kid. I was different from other kids. I wasn’t motivated to make myself better in any way. My mom wanted me to become more active, so she signed my up to play Basketball. Basketball was my favorite sport to watch on TV. Basketball seemed like it would be fun so I decided to try it out for the first time.

We only had 7 girls on our team because 2 of our girls were injured and 2 of them were suspended. Basketball is a great way to get your mind off things and it’s also a great way to express yourself. It is a sport that can work your whole body. Its also a great way to bond with family and friends. We were undefeated the whole season and we were 9-0. Our coach was really proud of us. We only had 7 girls on our team because 2 of our girls were injured and 2 of them were suspended. I was in 8th grade when I had my best basketball game ever. It was 4 o’clock in the afternoon and we were going to play against moody middle school for our final game. It was Saturday and it was really sunny outside. Our game was scheduled for 7 o’clock but we got there at 5 to practice. We were undefeated the whole season and we were 9-0. Our coach was really proud of us. We only had 7 girls on our team because 2 of our girls were injured and 2 of them were suspended. They got injured the previous game because they both went up to get the ball and some girl on the other team pushed both of them down and they both got their knee injured. So then 2 of my friends that were on the bench got up and started to beat up the kid that pushed both of our teammates down. The girl that pushed them was like 6 feet tall and she weighed like 200 pounds. She started to cry because she got suspended to.

Despite all five of my uncles and my father being former basketball players and current basketball coaches, basketball did not work out in my favor. I was roughly four feet five inches at the age of twelve and my basketball skills were under par. Everyone else in the room was at least five foot three and could dribble up and down the court with their eyes closed. I walked out and never returned as everyone looked at me in disgust. I started to accept the fact that I would never find a sport for me. Still having lots of interest in the sport, I became a mini manager for a few of my uncles’ teams. When they quit coaching for their teams, I piggy backed onto the boy’s team at my high school and became their main