Personal Narrative: A Moment During The Tryouts In High School

My very first Varsity high school football game was the best experience of my life. It was the first week of school and I had practice every day. The practices were heavy we practiced for four hours every day after school. Everyone on the team felt we were being overworked but, that was just the beginning of our season. Our first game was a Friday night all that time practicing made us ready for that night. Two hours before the game we had loud music playing and we were all yelling to get ready for the game. I remember getting on the field and hearing all the fans screaming. Now it was time for kickoff I lined up on the 50-yard line then the whistle was blown, and I sprinted to go tackle the ball carrier. I made lots of hits but also took some

I had spent most of my childhood happy, without much pain or adversity; as a result, the moment I learned I did not make the Junior Varsity volleyball team my freshman year, I was especially devastated. When I showed up on our first day of tryouts I was excited. I looked forward to playing volleyball all summer with my friends. I worked hard, and I felt really confident at the end of the two weeks; certain that I had made the Junior Varsity team. The coaches took me to a secluded room and sat me down to explain which team I had made. I was almost already thanking them, not realizing that they were telling me, "We think that your skills at the moment would shine best on JV2; work on your technique and practice being a leader.”

I was constantly looked down on, as through the practices, varsity players continuously knock me down and run me over. One varsity player named Jordan Zorbas hit me so hard I felt like a crash test dummy. Later in practices, the varsity roster was taped to the locker-room’s wall. I couldn’t place my name on the list, meaning that I was on the freshman team. I remember thinking,“ Why couldn’t I make it, “ but deep down I knew why. I began practicing with the freshman team at linebacker. September 7th we had our first game against Ida Baker high school. I remember making the first tackle of the game, with me wrapping the running back and stripping the ball from his meaty hands. Although I started the whole game, I was not satisfied with my performance and felt that I should’ve done

With a score of 44 to 37, the Varsity Football Team won against the Midway Panthers last Friday night at Waco.

Stephen is a senior transferred to WCSU from Miami University in Ohio, it is better known for the home of the famous NFL quarterback Ben Roethlisberger. That one fact made it a little easier to bond and converse with Stephen as I am a huge football fan and he happens to coach football. It wasn’t Stephen’s idea to transfer but his parents, they decided it was too expensive for him to go to school so far from home. He therefore transfer here and now lives in his parents basement in Ridgefield CT, and he commutes to school. Stephen is majoring in media studies and he hopes to do something in the field of being a promoter or a publicist. Stephen coaches high school football mainly to freshman's and he also is part of a baseball league. Stephen also loves to sing even though he claims he isn’t so good at it.

In my freshman year of high school I made the freshman baseball team, a couple weeks into the season I received news that I was being promoted to the JV team. I was so excited I was gonna be able to play at the next level. That night I played in my last game on the freshman team and I broke my thumb after a bad hop. I was devastated when the doctor gave me the news that I’d be out for the season and in a cast for the next month. Soon after my coaches heard the news, I was sent back to the freshman team. After playing out all the hypothetical ways approaching the next few months could have gone for me I decided right then I was going to go to every practice and game to help my team even though I physically wasn't able to. At the team banquet

How did Roger Banister break the 4 min mile? How did Dennis Kimetto run a marathon in 2:02:57?

“Fumble! There goes Salem’s number 69, Jonathan Haddad with the football, he’s home free!” I recall the PA announcer. That specific moment was probably the most memorable highlight of my high school football career. Seconds later, my football career would come to an end as the opposing running back lunged at my ankle and I felt a snap and crackling sensation, causing me to immediately fall to the turf. Turns out I broke my ankle and that it would take months to recover before I could even walk. Frustration, anger, and denial were the main things on my mind during those few months. I thought about how hard I worked in the summer; busting my butt to get ready for the season, and wasting a ton of time and money on something that would end in an utter failure.

The next games went by so fast it was October now a month or so left in my high school football career. Just very infuriated at this moment feeling pathetic, since the back therapy I was going threw was almost over. I had a feeling that nothing was going same again this season our record was now 8-0, still not satisfied. Because we only had two games left in regular season and they were against central catholic on Oct,24th 2014 varsity football team lost Friday's home conference game against Central Catholic (Toledo, OH) by a score of 56-33. Now one more game we were 8-1, I was finally done with my physical rehab it was about time missing 8 games total.

Have you ever been so excited for something, and then not get to participate in it? It was basketball season during hell week, which is what our school calls tryout week for sports. I was a freshman on jv, running sprints for conditioning when I started having shooting pains in my shin. I was scared but I didn’t want to stop, I wanted to play. I knew I should have gone to the trainer before I got hurt but I didn’t want to. I learned pretty quickly after things escalated that I should never give up, and things will get better if you put your mind to it and be determined to work at it as best you can.

While proud of what I was able to do to give back my community, my only regret is that I was not able to assist in a couple of areas. The most regrettable instance of this is Franklin Township’s Varsity Football. While we did leave behind some important moral codes behind that has already begun to sow the seeds necessary for success, we could not bring back the winning culture Franklin Football had in the past. Looking ahead, I now know the tools necessary to being successful and will work to be a greater influence in order to aid towards that success. Additionally, I’d like to be a more vocal person. Waiting until the middle of Junior Year to take a leadership role was a poor choice, as that was not enough time to turn an entire program around.

About a year ago, I remember being very anxious to figure out who made the cut, for middle school basketball tryouts, that is. I also remember this one man-child looking guy at tryouts, who I saw as about ten-feet tall. After finding out who made the team, I was not-so-surprised to find out that the man-child was the only sixth grader to make the team out of the one-hundred or so kids that had tried out. Engrossed in my thought, all that I remembered thinking about was, “Life is totally not fair. It’s just not. Of course that kid made the team, he is literally double my frickin’ height, and there is nothing I can do about it.”

We spend 720 minutes, 12 hours, and 6 days a week mentally and physically preparing for a 2 minutes and 30 second routine. Our talent becomes unbeatable, and we as a team become unstoppable. The countless hours, hundreds upon hundreds of repetitions, blood, sweat, and tears all become worth it.

When I was a freshman, I tried out for the dance team. It was a terrifying experience. I felt as if everything was going against me. The minutest thing appeared so menacing at the time. I didn’t only fear the actual tryout, but I had to imagine how utterly frightening it would be if I made the team.

Going to high school for the first time, I couldn’t decide if I should try out for the cheerleading team or wait a year. Since I had time and had been on the other squads, I decided “why not?” I had nothing to lose but a lot to gain. Tryouts were not as hard as I thought, but I just knew I had to be on the squads. The tryout consisted of learning the routine they made up. Making up your own routine, doing splits, and making a chant, Yet although these things were not that hard, I still was not sure whether I would make the team or not. The time came for the judges to make their decision on who made the squad. Totaling the votes, they handed the results to the coach. She gave her speech that all coaches give. E were all good, but only few could