Personal Narrative: Coach Ridenhour As A Jumper

I was going to go! I promised myself, and my coach, that I would! I was really sweating, my face was seriously turning red, like I was eating a fireball! All of my teammates and coaches were all staring at me. I was so terrified and I felt like I was in the ocean with sharks surrounding me and going to eat me any second! “OK, this is silly” I told myself. ‘I 'm going for it!” I started to run in very slow motion and sped up, I started putting my hands on the ground and I could just see eyes staring right at me! I began to put my hands back, well they were touching the other side of my body, well very quickly lifting my body up from the ground and…… Finishing!! I could already see my friends coming to me and putting their hands out so give me a REAL BIG HIGH FIVE! Well my coaches were coming right after them! I seriously jumped up and down with the most excitement I’ve ever had! I was trying to get that for years I felt like! And guess what? I did it! Gladly,that was the last rotation before we got to go home! I was so thrilled to tell my mom

I was playing center field waiting for those flying balls to come straight at me so I could catch them to get the players out. The girl that was batting hit the ball so hard that it sounded like she broke the bat. The ball was about thirty feet in the air and I shuffled backwards to see if it was going behind me sure enough it was. I sped up my speed to keep in sync with the ball, I put my glove out in front of my face and with a lot of force the ball landed right in the glove. The crowds started to cheer, and so did my team mates. I threw the ball to second base and got the runner out on a double play. The crowds cheered and roared with excitement. The game passed quickly, and we were in the last inning. Our team was the last to bat. The bases were fully loaded. The crowd cheered for a beautiful hit. It was now my turn to bat. My chance to show everyone that I improved. As I was walking my team mate shouted, “You got this, Andre!”. Then all of a sudden everyone started to chant and scream my nick name. This brought tears to my eyes because they all believed in

Our coach at the time, Coach Lallemand, would have cuts at the beginning and end of the year every year. So, at the end of my sophomore year we were at tryouts going through our drills and what have you. Then at the end he called us one by one into his office. I was expecting to make the team I had no doubt in my mind I was going to make the team. When he called my name I wasn’t nervous or anxious, I knew I was

It was my Junior year in high school and I had decided to join the Color Guard team . I was really nervous because if you were selected you would go around the city doing color guards and representing our school. I went to all the practices that usually took place before school early in the morning. When I struggled with something I kept practicing to get done right. When I saw other people who struggled I would ask if they needed help. My instructors saw what I was doing and kept a closer eye on me for it. Eventually it came down to try outs day and the teams were

Right then I thought to myself, “does this mean I'm that good?!” But I didn't believe myself so I just went back to my spot and continued doing what the rest of the girls were doing. The next day was the tryouts, I was super nervous about them because they were going to be in front of the high school coaches, a bunch of other coaches and it was high school cheer tryouts.

Well it was finally my turn to try out to be the flyer. I was really nervous. Then I hear one of the coaches say my name and I was up. As I walk up to the base girls I smile and get ready to go in the air. When I was up in the air i was doing AMAZING!!!!

Despite having quit playing soccer on leagues due to school, I decided to try-out for the soccer team at school in 7th grade.

Every imaginable place, I was practicing. Tryout day. I was ready to go. I memorized every cheer, every action, and every step.

When I was 10 my father suggested that I should try out for the Brunswick Bombers softball team. Never playing fastpitch before I was nervous. The hitting portion of the tryout came, and never hitting a fastpitch

Our hearts had just been ripped out of our chests. We had fought as hard as we could just to come up short on the last second touchdown. We continued on with our heads held high to shake hands with the opposing team because we knew we had fought as hard as we could. I was nearing the end of the line, when the I reached an opposing coach. Not expecting anyone to say anything, I heard a voice talking to me. I heard the man say to me, “Once you get some feet under you, you might be pretty good. Until then, you will just be a piece of shit.”

My basketball team and I were going head to head against Lamar Bruni Middle School for the second time that season. The parents loved to cheer us on and capture so many pictures of us, they were our cheerleaders all season long. We were 5-0 at the time and losing that game was not an option for any of my teammates nor the coaches. Unfortunately, I was not able to give it my all in that game due to me twisting my ankle in the third quarter.

When I was 12 years old in 7th grade sitting at lunch with Asali, my science teacher asked me to go to soccer tryouts that evening and see what I've got. In last period I asked to call my parents and see if I could stay after school to try out for soccer, both of my parents agreed and brought me my cleats with clothes to change into. Then I went into the locker room to get dressed.

Try-outs were a week long and were the hardest thing I had ever done at the time. One specific example of a work out was a drill called chance 300’s. Our coach would choose a distance we had to run, and if we guessed what the distance was, we could choose what we would do instead. There was a one in six chance to guess it right and we never really did. So it was a suicide at 100 meters or 200 meters or 300 meters. We had to run 12 and couldn’t stop. But that strengthened me more than I could know. It taught me not to quit, always strive for greatness.

The fact that I wanted to participate in a school sport was the main reason I decided to try out for the team. When I entered the gym on

As my heart grew for the love of volleyball, I took my talents to harder competition, Great Lakes at the end of my sixth-grade season. This is a very well-known team and they are very superior at volleyball. That was one of the scariest tryouts I have ever attended because there were over three hundred girls trying out for the volleyball team! The first thing everyone was tested on was "hitting". Every girl got in a line and tried their best to hit the ball over the net. Well, I was still in sixth grade at the time along with many other girls and most of us were all still fairly short. I was the next girl in line to hit, I had butterflies in my stomach like no other. I walked up to the ten-foot line and did my approach. Boom! The ball goes screaming over the net! I never knew I had such great power in my arm. Next up in line was the girl behind me her name was Megan, she was also short. Megan goes up to the line and swung at the ball but missed. The girls in the gym were laughing at her because the ball went under the net instead of going over. Suddenly