Personal Narrative Essay On Coach Maloney

I went home full of excitement and quickly recounted to my mom the success I had that day at baseball. I went to bed that night with more confidence than I thought possible and looking forward to another day of baseball. Made my way through school that day visualizing my performance that afternoon for tryouts. With more excitement than nerve I began the second day of tryouts. Thursday we worked on throwing and catching skills, friday was batting. An area in which I struggled a little more than others but with confidence pouring out of me I stepped into the box. Even with the confidence boost working on my skill I struggled heavily and was not happy with my performance. So trying to keep my confidence up I tried to finish that day of tryouts but I could tell that the coaches were less pleased with my performance that day. There’s not a much faster way to be served a large slice of humble pie than to realize you may not be all that you once thought you were. So keeping that in mind I finished the day doing my best. When we gathered together to make final cuts I could feel my heart beating in

I went up Coach Griffin after that first practice and asked him what I could improve on to be a varsity player. He told me that I was at the skill level required for the team; however, my lack of experience was leading to a noticeable confidence issue. I would just have to work hard on JV that year, he said, and they would possibly pull me up later in the season. I took it to heart, and it was only after that season that I realized how wise he was to put me on JV. That year, I was the captain of the team and one of the best players on the field, and after a few games, I was dressing for

Being on JV was not how I imagined my Junior season going during the offseason. During our preseason league, I would practice and play with the varsity team and I thought I displayed a strong performance. But this wasn’t enough, as when tryouts came around I was thrown into the JV group and was never truly given a chance to demonstrate my ability against the more skilled players. At the end of the three days of tryouts, I received the highly anticipated email labeled “Rosters: 2017 Season”.

I have gone through many experiences and journeys throughout my life. However, out of all of them, one stands out the most. That one journey that stands out the most is making the middle school basketball team. It was a two long journey that I will never forget. It all started seventh grade year at Sebring Middle School when I tried out for the basketball team. The whole month before tryouts, I conditioned and played basketball nonstop preparing for the week-long tryouts. Finally, the first day of tryouts came and everything went well. The second day of tryouts came, which is when they do the first cut, and I was lucky enough not to get cut. After the second day, the next two days were a breeze. Then Friday came, the last day of tryouts. At

One morning during practice, my coach approached and requested that I play the point guard position for the upcoming tournament in place of my friend who was unable to participate due to a sprained ankle. Initially, I was very apprehensive about taking this position as they held the crucial responsibility of constantly assessing the situation and determining the best course of action for the team to take. Unsurprisingly, my performance during this first practice was disastrous due to my lack of experience. However, despite my initial failure, I did not remain discouraged for long. I began examining the habits of the varsity point guards during practice and accepted constructive criticism from my teammates to help improve my results. Eventually,

It was my first day of Grade 10, I didn’t want to go through being that new kid and having the thought of life being so complicated again but this time I had a reminder that if I went through it 6 years ago and turned out fine, I can do it again. It was very difficult at first because I had to spend lunch time alone and no one to talk to in class. I’m a very outgoing person and make friends easily or so I’ve been told, so after two weeks, I have made new friends. Two of the people I had made friends with Helen and Mika, were on the basketball team and I had told them I’ve always wanted to join basketball. They were begging me to join the team. The first day of tryout I didn’t want to go, I've never joined a sport before so I had this sick feeling that I wouldn’t make the cut, surprisingly I did. I was in grade 10 so I was in the junior team but we would always practice with the seniors because my coach wanted us to do really good for that season. On my first ever game, I went on the court with a lot of confidence and didn’t feel anxious at all. I shot two points at my first game and that made me feel so good about myself. I grew really close with my team and bonded really well with them. At the end of the season, we won all of our league games and the championship

This summer, I didn’t go to any summer basketball because I thought I wasn’t going to play. When it got closer to the season with the help of my boyfriend, I decided that I would try it out this year. After all, it was my senior year and this would be the last time I would play on an official team. So I started the season,

The person that had the biggest impact on turning me into who i am today was my middle school coach.

In 2014 I began attending Chase High School. I would always joke about how I would be the one to get lost and hide in a locker until three o’clock but when the first day rolled around I wasn’t nervous because I knew most of the seniors and I was on the volleyball team. I loved my freshmen schedule, I had classes with all of my friends, I liked most of my teachers and best of all I had first lunch. Volleyball season was starting off decent, we hadn’t won any games but we were having fun and I was a starter. After about three games into the season the JV team was practicing one day in the AUX gym and that is when my volleyball season took a turn for the worst. We were practicing our hitting lines and it was my turn to hit, the setter set me up but they pushed the ball too far back and

Last year, in seventh grade I decided to try out for basketball after the first day of tryouts I was not confident that I was going to make the team because I could not make a shot. The next day we had another try out I was ready to play. I came out and played well which made me feel better about the tryout. After the third day of tryouts I was not to confident that I would make the team. When I got the email that I made the team I was juiced I jumped all over my room. The first practice I was ready to play. I knew that coach Faust didn't mess around when it came to basketball. Practice was miserable I was so tired from doing “suicides” and running around the track. Our team couldn't do any of the drills successfully so we ended up running extra. On the second day of practice we started doing much better and making some shots.

The end of November was one of the most important days of my basketball career. I was trying out for the junior basketball team to represent this school, P.G.S.S. It was a really nervous experience for me but, I had known some people that were trying out, including one of my best friends. When the tryouts were over, I was the last one that wasn’t called up yet. In my head I was thinking,” I didn’t make it.” Then couch Troye and Jenni called me up and told me there is a spot on the team, and it is mine if I want it.

I started to see improvement, and my coach must have noticed as well, because he invited me to come to the varsity tournament that weekend. I was excited for the opportunity to prove myself, but after sitting for the first two games, I worried that I wasn’t going to get my chance. When I saw that I wasn’t starting in the third and final game, I gave up nearly all hope that I would get to play. I was starting to wonder if all my hard work was even worth it, when, all of a sudden, my coach told me to get ready to go in. As I entered the game, I felt a little nervous, but I knew I was prepared. This was the opportunity I had been waiting

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

When I was in the seventh grade, academics became more difficult, and the work load increased. However, as all of my friends did, I signed up to play middle school basketball. I was very excited to play for a new coach, who happened to be at the time Chris Wheelock. After the first week of practice, I was feeling very good about my chances to be a key contributor to a good team, as well as feeling comfortable with my coaches and teammates. Then, after one hard practice, I

I saw how the other girls started to run so I ran to. I didn't know anyone just 3 girls, but we never talked at all we just said hi but when we were in elementary I did know this girl named CeCe, and the rest were sophomores which I can image that they already know everything. I went everyday to summer camp and I knew that I could make the team. Until one day July 22, 2017 when the day came that our coach introduced us to another coach ( coach Ashley ) and told us that she will be looking at the girls who are good and the girls who will make the team. Me and the other girls were talking about it.