Personal Narrative: Coach Dixon

It all started when i was in fourth grade. It all changed what inspired me came by whole big dream that i wanted to be successful at. I was at school just a normal day, and it was times to go to PE, and my coach got out a circular ball that i had never seen in my life. It was kinda colorful, it had some weird word written on it, but i couldn't see from where i was standing. My coach handed us each one of these balls, and coach called them volleyballs. My coach told us what to do and what not to do, so i was at this net, and just gave the ball a high five because that's what he said to do. Coach came over to me, and kinda directed me through and told me it was called a serve. That day i went home thinking about it, and i decided i want to do

When a passion dies, it is the most heartbreaking thing there is. A coach who has killed my passion has their favorites, makes me feel worthless, and only cares about the girls who she thinks are the best. No matter how hard I worked in practice, it would never be good enough for them.

It was just another school night in the seventh grade. Our recreational tackle football team had a practice at 730pm until 9. It was a very swampy night and from that I felt myself very sluggish. At the time, I was a backup running back. I was always left on the sidelines facing the chills of the cold wind during games. I typically didn’t get to see much playing time on the field, but that night I got my opportunity. I was receiving kicks during a punting audition and all I was doing was catching the ball and throwing it back, nothing unique. One throw after another, my coach began to praise my arm strength. Seeing me pass the ball was a true eye-opener. That night, I went from a backup running back, to the starting quarterback of my rec

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

Coach Drew Sullivan’s first recollection of a man desiring to play with his meaty ass happened after being drafted to the famed NFL Wranglers. His Mom, elder Sister and collegiate teammates were all aglow with pride. After the numerous press conferences, Drew Sullivan was requested to see the team’s Athletic Physician for his final medical exam.

Did you know that 2 years ago I played in my school championship game ? We were at Chichester high school . We came out as nervous team shaking legs were non-stop on the bench the starters were even scared. We have not even started Kick return and the team was sweating I got to be honest my self I was scared myself ! I wasn't that scared though only thing i was worried about was Coach Ryan and his son Ishaad Maultsby. They came out all excited and they were coming out so flashy, Ishaad was treated like Cam Newton at the super bowl game !

Throughout our lifetime we go through a variety of challenging changes that may affect our future, Joseph O'Connor, a Lee high school graduate, and I are just a few of many examples. In his article, “A View from Mount Ritter”, O’Connor shares a horrific life changing experience on a two-week expedition in northeastern California. O'Connor a regular stubborn teenager, gets trapped in a frightening storm on the second week with another expeditioner. As soon as the storm starts to calm they starts to search for the driest place to set camp, realizing it was the worst night of his life O’Conner decides to turn his life around by turning his poor academic grades around and deciding to go to college. O'Connor's purpose is to inform and educate his readers to realize how precious life is and how it should not be taken for granted. He supports his purpose with a personal experience, concluding with “No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and how dear to his heart and eye morning can be”. Based on O'Connor's experience and my own, the quotation reveals a truth, a truth that people must endure a struggle in order to appreciate one's life.

You know growing up I never had a “fairytale” childhood. My parents fought, my sisters and I didn’t get along. Yes, I know that we had good times. I am aware of that. But it just got really hard some days. And that is what threw me into a funk. Then when I

I woke up to my mom entering my room screaming, “ ITS GAME DAY!” Instead of waking up to my usual routine, sluggish and begging for more sleep, today was completely different. It was a beautiful and sunny Saturday in December. I still was in shock my school finally made it to the championship game. It felt like a dream as if my mother never woke me up by her yelling. I knew this was a huge game and something I would remember forever. Considering the high circumstances of this game I knew I had to be one hundred percent ready to play my best. My head coach, Coach Sphire wanted all of us players to report to the film room by noon that day. As time past by my team I had discussed many offensive and defensive plays, watched film, and prepared ourselves

My whole body is completely numb as I set my feet in the torn up, muddy battlefield known as the gridiron. I glance up to the scoreboard we’re up by 3 with 30 seconds to go. My chest is pounding through my shoulder pads and a tingling sensation runs through my arms. “It’s fourth and goal, if they hold them here they’ll win the game!” comes over the loud speaker as I hear hundreds of screaming fans cheer. I can barely see from the sweat dripping down my eyes as I look over to the sideline to get the play call. Coach calls 43 Mike Will Cover 2. This is it. This is what I have worked for. My hands are shaking with anticipation as the quarterback starts his cadence. “Down!” I scan the lineman. “Set!” I know this play it is coming right for me.

"The happy childhood is hardly worth your while." These words both troubled and comforted me throughout the reading because they hint at the sadness people hold onto when they are a product of an unhappy childhood and at the same time they proclaim the resiliency of those who are able to survive. Frank McCourt rose up from the despair of his childhood to create this touching memoir that really made me wonder how he survived to become a teacher and author. It also made me question how many of my students are struggling with hunger, poverty, addiction, and family strife similar to McCourt. We really do not know the burdens others carry, do we?

I just got it last night and I have already gone through it. What am I going to do? I go through all of it like it is candy. I need to start pacing myself or this is going to get out of hand. I get more tomorrow but if anyone found out, it would be bad. I need to make sure no one is around this time. Last time, I almost got caught. Maybe I could get him to give it to me before the football game.

I have played for Coach Ryan for two years now and I have enjoyed every moment with him. I have also been playing basketball for two years now and I don’t think I would be where I am now today without him. I remember so much from the first year I was with Coach Ryan playing basketball. For example I remember having a difficult time with drills. The drills we did during that year were confusing to me and also made me very tired at the same time. Coach Ryan saw this and helped me make sense of the drills and put me back on track with all the other players. I also recall having a troubling time with moves down low in the paint. One I recall would be the up and under move. As much as I tried to do the move, I still couldn’t get the right footsteps

Regardless of what you decide to become in your life, writing will always find its way to become a part of it. Each and every profession requires at least some degree of writing. Furthermore, the sooner we realize this, the sooner we will be able to accept the simple truth that it is. My dad has coached high school sports for as long as I can remember at four different schools. His job has exposed me to athletics at a young age, and I can still remember being a first-grader wanting nothing more than to be able to wear a football helmet every Autumn Friday night. I was taught many things you would expect to learn from a coach’s son at a young age. Among these are respect, work-ethic, dignity, but most importantly, competitiveness. Sports are

In my life, I find it easy to pick a person who I feel, I can look up to and really confide in. For the case of this essay, I really dug deep and was looking for someone who I really can talk a lot about why I look up to and admire them. After much thought and consideration, I realised someone who I looked up to, was not part of my family. They are one of my many ColorGuard Couches. All of the couches in this program are amazing, but one coach who really sticks out to me is our Head Coach Emma Osle. Even though this is my first year in her guard, I have really seen and experienced many way she is helping us and being a good role model. Emmas Ability juggle school, work, and running the guard, her ability to motivate us even at our worst,