Overcoming Obstacles To Success

Yet my apprehension prevailed as I continued to fear getting put in the game in case another player was injured. I was still afraid of making mistakes and getting blamed by screaming coaches and angry teammates. Sometimes these fears came true. During my sophomore season, my position led me to play in the varsity games on many occasions. On such occasions, I often made mistakes. Most of the time the mistakes were not significant; they rarely changed the outcome of a play. Yet I received a thorough verbal lashing at practice for the mistakes I had made. These occurrences only compounded my fears of playing. However, I did not always make mistakes. Sometimes I made great plays, for which I was congratulated. Now, as I dawn on my senior year of soccer, I feel like a changed person.

For as long as I can remember I have played soccer every fall and spring with a team. However that all came to an abrupt stop in the ninth grade during high school tryouts when I failed to make the list of about thirty-six boys who made either the junior varsity or varsity soccer team. I was in disbelief and questioned myself, “did I still obtain the desire to continue playing the sport I enjoyed for so long?” After ruminating on this issue, I resolved that I wasn’t going to let this disappointment hold me back from playing a high school sport, and I joined track and field. Track and field was an enjoyable experience where I met many new friends, however my passion for soccer had not died, and I was not content with my failure to make

Last year, I had been one of three sophomores to make the varsity soccer team. I was proud to be part of the elite group and motivated by the opportunity to play with the upperclassman. The season kicked off with a promising start. Coach gave me encouraging feedback and significant playing time as he tried to determine my position on the field. Game after game, I kept earning more opportunities

It all started one day when my parents walked up to me with delightful smiles on their faces and asked, “how would you like to play soccer?” I didn’t know much about the sport at the time. But I’m the type of person who is willing to try new things. So I told them yes and we went out and bought all of the equipment I needed. On the very first practice. I didn’t know how to play or what to do. The league I was in was for really young kids, from ages four to six, So many of us were just being introduced to soccer. Over a few practices I began to understand on the purpose of the game and what I needed to do. Then we had our very first game for many of us. We were so nervous, but when

In year 10 I decided to stop playing soccer, it was an unusual time for me. The standards from grade 8 and 9 were nothing to what I had been facing that year and I didn’t know how to cope. Pressure to do well in school and excel in sports was daunting, my father wanted me to become a medical doctor and a professional soccer player at the same time.

“I’m sure!” I reassured them over and over again. I insisted that I did not want to play when they tried to persuade me to continue. I was as adamant about not playing as Ariel, the Little Mermaid, was about going on land. Now, when I think back, I think about how I should have taken advantage of the opportunities my parents tried to provide to me. For some reason, I felt guilty for giving up in soccer similar to Alaska Young.

Overcoming Obstacles Obstacles are inevitable and show up in the daily lives of everyone. It is, however, the way one manages these obstacles that will decide how much success and accomplishments they receive. Challenges may come up, but they can be controlled by persistence, ambition, and determination. Someone’s dream and the specific challenges may be different than those in this poem, but the message can apply to anyone. In “As I Grew Older,” by Langston Hughes, the poet uses symbolism, tone, and repetition to teach readers that in order to achieve a goal one must fight through any given obstacle.

When I was growing up, soccer was never a passion of mine. I always played baseball and basketball. When my freshmen year of high school roles around, I didn’t know what sport to play in the fall. My choices were soccer, football, and cross country. I hated running long distances , so cross country was out; I hated the possibility of getting serious head injuries ,so football was out. Now I was left with soccer. I chose soccer, and I played on Jv my freshmen year and Jv: varsity my sophomore year. My junior year I went from varsity to Jv to varsity. It was an up and down season.

Lush, green grass began to massage my bare feet. Sunshine beamed off the clean, white goal posts. With my cleats in my hands, ball in my bag, and my freshly washed shirt, only one thing came to mind: soccer. The sport I love and have devoted the past three years was evolving. Many of my friends were shifting from recreational to club soccer. After three years of recreational soccer, I decided to take my game to the next level and tryout for club soccer. Eager to showcase my skills, I stood on the field bearing confidence. Before tryouts began, my thoughts solely consisted of playing club soccer with my friends. I thought little about tryout preparation, because I didn’t know what to expect. No one gave me information about how to perform well

Some people say that the obstacles can affect people in a negative way. The people that say this are wrong and I disagree with their opinion. It is the person’s decision to accept either the good or bad side the problem can bring with him. In many case, people tend to accept the things that our mind thinks we deserve even if we actually deserve more.

Playing soccer was one of the best moment in my life. So, I decided to put my all in the game of soccer, practice after practice made me perfect in the field of soccer, I developed my own skills and it helped since I was working very hard on the pitch. I always had that feeling that when it came to soccer I was the best no matter what. This feeling started when I realized that no matter how hard my team mates trained, they still could not match up with me. All was well with my soccer career until my seventh year in school when we had to play against a neighboring school. Being the best the player on my team, it came with a lot of responsibilities,

“Most obstacles melt away when we make up our minds to walk boldly through them,” quoted from New Thought Movement writer Orison Swett Marden. Throughout my life I have encountered numerous obstacles whether it be through my own choices or by the choices others devised. What do I perceive as my biggest obstacle to my success; my past, my present, and my future. All of these will contribute to my success in college.

By the time tryouts arrived, I felt ready to perform my best. I do not remember the number of students who participated, but the concentration of pure talent was spectacular. While some players were out on the field performing flip throw-ins, the bench was lined with players in neon cleats and half-shaved hairstyles. Soccer was a lifestyle to this crowd. By the time my socks were up, players formed circles with me on the outside. I was just a competitor to these players, something far away from a friend. After two weeks of facing brutal heat and even more brutal players, I was eventually cut from the list. The farewell was mutual, since I did not want to participate with players who brushed me off as a stranger. By the time I was cut from the team, school was two weeks away. I made no friends and had no more

As a thirteen year old girl with only thirteen years under my belt, I can truly say I am grateful for having a roof over my head, food on the table, and a loving family without the support of my parents and family I could have never made high honors for the past two years. I love when a teacher recognizes all my hard work I put into the school year in order to achieve good grades. It is also a great feeling when you are sitting in a group in school and everybody looks to me for help and ideas. There has also been some obstacles I had to face in my life. Having to have this eye condition which has made me work even harder to get what I want. Failure is not an option for me so I will work as hard as I can in order to become someone that can

As a child, I would play in a recreational league, but I eventually stopped. I was never very into the sport. Years went by without me even touching a soccer ball. My younger brother, on the other hand, had not only continued, but has gone farther than I could have ever imagined. I’m proud of him. But, in a way, I’ve felt as if I’ve ended up in his shadow, despite being older than him. To this day, I’m not entirely sure of why I wanted to play again. Whether it was inspiration from my brother or a desire to find something I love, maybe even a combination of the two, in the spring of 2016, I began to play soccer again. I don’t know what was different from previous experiences with the sport, but this time, something clicked. I was looking forward to every practice session, every match, every opportunity to play. Once again, it was only for a recreational league, but it served as fuel for my flame. From there, before I knew it, I was participating