Personal Narrative: Brookwood High School

Walking out onto the opponent’s brightly lit turf field setting up for the kickoff of the second half just gave me the feeling that everybody knows, my hair starts to stand up, butterflies began to flutter in my stomach, and everything seems to slow down. Looking into the stands and seeing that our hometown fans had traveled four hours in order to outdo the home crowd gave me a sense of comfort. Looking into East Jefferson’s stands and seeing that our fans, despite having to travel all the way down south, outnumbered their fans by at least 70 people. I found myself thinking that this meant just as much to our town as it did to our school and team. This feeling would be just the motivation we needed in order to finish this game

In 2016, more than ever, the team was committed to and had one goal of winning. One of our biggest rivals was St. John’s College High School (SJCHS). My doubles partner and I played the last match of the WCAC championships against SJCHS. During the season, SJCHS was one of the hardest competitors we faced but walking onto the court on the final day of championships, my partner and I knew we would fight and win. After 45 minutes, I hit an ace and we won the match that put us in the lead to win the championships. October 30, 2016 was the single most exciting and overwhelming day for the team all season. Everyone’s hard work paid off.

I felt that this was the game in which our team found our groove and finally connected together for an entire ninety minutes. From then on we took each game one step at a time and considered our opponents one at a time, and in doing so, focusing on the smaller goals allowed us to achieve our greatest goals. This season is the first time in program history that women’s soccer at Fairleigh Dickinson has gone undefeated. Not only that, but it is the first time FDU has won the women’s soccer title in the NEC tournament and therefore, it is our first birth into the NCAA tournament. Having all of these accomplishments all happen in senior year makes these moments even more special, and looking back on it now, having the hardships of our past is what prepared us for greatness this

I have always been in love with the game of softball. I love all the competition and the thought of working at it brings joy to my heart. I could always go to the field to get my mind off things and just focus. But in May of 2015 my life changed and I had a whole new mind set on everything.

When I started Unity High School I felt a little nervous because I didn't knew nobody in the school. In the begging of the first class I was quit and I didn´t talk to noone. I also didn't knew nobody in the class so I could tell them if they could help me on the problem that I need help. I was shy to talk to the teachers and and answer question or ask them for help when I needed help. During lunch time I just knew one person that came from my middle school. So I just hand out with him most the time. But, then weeks and months past I began to have more friends and I was not shy or nervous to ask for help in class. I wanted to join the soccer team of the school but I was to nervous to do it. But, now I know that I´m going to join the soccer team

Vividly, I can remember walking through the high school doors for the first time as a freshman with shaky legs and a nervous heartbeat. The school was a jungle of wide, shiny hallways filled with lumbering seniors who I thought were going to knock my books down on Freshman Friday. However, time has passed, and now I find myself to be the tall and “scary” senior. As I ponder about the last four years I have spent at Little Falls Community High School, I can not help but realize how much I have changed for the better. As I have matured, I have gleaned that beauty does not come through makeup and clothing brands, but rather through processing a good heart. Also, I have changed my career and college plans after high school, and I know that I will

It was a cold, rainy Saturday. I woke up, nervous as could be, slipped on my sandals, and headed to team breakfast. We all needed to be energized and for the big game that afternoon. Everyone chatted quietly as we devoured our hearty breakfast of eggs and pancakes. Though we were all hopeful and wanted more than anything to be victorious.. It always came back to Monadnock. Year after year, it seemed as though Monadnock would be the team to wreck our season. But if there was any day for us to beat Monadnock, today would be the day. We always played stronger in the rain, and if we lost, the seniors would be done with high school field hockey. We were more hungry than ever for this win.

My hands shook as we were called to attention, blood pulsing through my face. 2A being the second smallest class, determined by school size, it was an honor to receive that title. I did not hear much after that due to my heart pounding in my ears. Our staff members walked row by row, to each individual marcher, presenting us with our regional champion medals. Mr. Haugen walked up to me, slipped the red, white, and blue ribbon over my head, and congratulated me. I smiled harder than I ever had before, knowing that months of dedication and hundreds of dollars had paid off in the long

As the other team’s attack plummeted hopelessly out of bounds in the last point of the state championship match, time ceased momentarily. I reflected on all of the exhausting six in the morning practices before school, the travel tournaments to various states, and the same moment a year before when we were sobbing instead of crying tears of joy. A feeling of immense pride struck me when the announcers declared us the 2016 2A state volleyball champions but also a sting of pain for the other team because I remembered the difficulty involved in hearing the words runner-up and defeat after working tirelessly to achieve success.

“It’s Good!” Those two words caused the dimples on my cheek to be more visible than ever, as I refused not to show my joyful emotions. It was a cold winter day, but it didn’t stop parents and fans from coming to watch Our Lady of the Lake take on Our Lady of Sorrows at home. I personally had a strong disliking for OLL (Our Lady of the Lake) for years I had to deal with never being able to beat them. Scores that made us embarrassed as a team, unfortunately was was always the case when we played The Lake. However, when I looked at my schedule that year, and realized that this would be my last chance to face up against them, I knew I had to come with a different attitude. If I was granted the opportunity to put the game away, I had no other choice.

What a day it was, it was an overcast type of day. Camden Ohio was the setting of this historical day. Both teams knew it was going to an all-out dog fight. A little bit of history between the Walsh Cavaliers and the Alderson Broaddus Battlers. The past two years the games ended with a one point spread. With us Battlers always coming up short. The first year we lost in overtime and we had chances to win but we could never finish. So with that first lost began our out of state rivalry. The second year I played a key part during that game. During my second year of playing lacrosse, I earned the starting faceoff spot. During mid-season, our first chance of a win came again, as we hosted the Cavaliers from Walsh University.

The team was ready, we had been working extremely hard for the past seven months for this. We were all in great shape and very rested. A few of the returning players were meeting me at my house to carpool to the final game of the state championship tournament. Everyone knew that the hard work had paid off when we won the semi-final game the preceding day.

We were expected to win that day. My team and I went into our championship varsity lacrosse game with a perfect league record: eleven wins and no losses. The opposing team lost almost half of their games that season, and although they worked hard, it was my team that continually pushed ourselves beyond belief. There was no greater feeling than being up 6-1 at halftime. We became a little arrogant and

The day of the last sectional game was one of anticipation and happiness. The series was tied at one game each, and the championship game was at our house. The game would last seven

As a previous volleyball player, in high school, I was excited to see my new team play. My suitemates and I were obviously hoping for a Shark victory. I, also, anticipated viewing an example of students brought together on a rallying point of school pride.