Personal Narrative: Head Coach Of The Varsity Team

At this point in the semester, I am five weeks into my practicum. Throughout the past five weeks I have come to learn a lot from Tyler, the Sports Coordinator at the Y. One of the biggest surprises that I have learned from this experience is the amount of time and team effort it takes to be a sports coordinator. While at the Y I have helped Tyler run and supervise different sports programs for the youth and with every new program there is more and more work that goes into it. When I started at the Y, there was already a session in progress. Each session is eight weeks in duration and there are several programs within the session. Now that the previous session has ended Tyler is showing me how to create the next session. With this I have observed that there is a lot of team effort that goes into building these programs.

Last year I went to a different high school and I was part of the Junior Varsity soccer team. It was my second year playing for the team and I was elected to be the team Captain by most of my teammates and even the coach. I was chosen to be captain on a practice before our first game, I told myself that I will lead my team to victory and win all of our games to take the B.V.A.L title for J.V. We ended up winning our first game but it was hard because we had no communication on the field. Since I was captain I was doing all of the screaming instead of the coach. One thing that I found out after that game was that I should have been easier on the guys and tell them to do their job instead of yelling at them. So after that game during our practice

There are many teams that I’ve loved being a part of over the last three years of high school. The first is the golf team. I was blessed to be on the Junior Varsity team during my freshman and sophomore years, and this year I’m now on Varsity. The first two years were incredible. I was with Coach Al VanderHart, and we had such incredible seasons, especially sophomore year. I was blessed to be a team captain with Natalie Mason, and I grew so close to the girls on my team. We had so many traditions, including dressing up on match days, bringing food to the Town Square at Break, devotions before every practice and match, and much more. Another reason my team and I became so close was through the tragic loss of Coach Al’s son. We all surprised Coach by going to the funeral as a team. It was one of the moments in my life where I could feel God the most. Our team gave a big group hug, and we all started crying together, including the coach. It felt so good to lean on each other as a team for support, and it showed me just how powerful God is through the people

The first time I was told that I am a natural leader was by my 3rd grade basketball coach. She informed me of my ability to lead by example and stressed the importance of helping peers by showing them. This approach is as instinctual to me now as it was in 3rd grade. The value I held for leadership persisted throughout high school. I became captain of the volleyball team for two years and I obtained several leadership roles in clubs: I was co-president of Future Leaders of America, vice president of Key Club, tutor chairman of National Honors Society, a member of Student Council, and a mentor for incoming freshmen.

“The challenge of leadership is to be strong, but not rude; be kind, but not weak; be bold, but not bully; be thoughtful, but not lazy; be humble, but not timid; be proud, not arrogant, have humor, but without folly.” Implementing leadership is not hard with a good leader, who conveys the qualities of mental strength, self-motivation, and confidence. As head cheerleader, I will be able to exhibit these qualities while implementing a structured leadership program with some of the three major factors in leading a successful team: communication, bonding, and organization.

Looking out in the crowd, I took a quick glance at the stands to notice a bunch of college and professional baseball scouts on a muggy summer night. In my mind all I could think to myself is that these coaches determine my future due to my performance. This was the moment that I have been putting in endless hours of brutal training for, to help me fulfill my dream of playing upper level baseball. As one of the coaches called me by my last name, I walked up to the spotlight where hundreds of coaches were looking at me as if I was a piece of meat at a meat auction. It was my turn to bat and throw, I can remember my heart racing as fast as a jet and I could feel the tension building up from my toes to my neck. I have never had this feeling before,

My coach once told me “take a challenge, take a risk because in order to improve you’ve gotta mess up in the process”. He told me to be able to be confident and that I can and will succeed. This gave me the boost of self confidence I needed on and off the court.

I dribbled left, crossed over to my right hand and went in for a layup, and...BANG! The door to the garage flew open and I missed the basket by a mile. “Emily! I just got the email! You are one of seven girls to make the Prime Time basketball team!” my mom yelled form the doorway. I felt as though the sun had just got ten times brighter, and the rest was a blur. I thought back to my tryouts.

If i had this job would try to get in the best shape, and learn as

Both my family and my basketball coach have served as catalysts in changing me for the better. My mother made me change my attitude into a more positive one. My basketball coach has been coaching me since I was 7, constantly stressing me to work hard to get better. My grandmother changed me into being little into a 13-year-old responsible boy, and the same goes for the rest of my family

We were so thrilled when we finally succeeded. Our coach was so proud and overjoyed for us. His name was Dean and he was, by far, my favorite instructor. Our team was good, but he made us great. He was a phenomenal coach, and I will never forget him. I now take part in with the Thundercats out of Alpena and my coach is good, but nowhere as fantastic as Coach Dean. I love my instructor now, but my Vulcan’s coach

I spent 2 days a week serving as an assistant coach for my high school track club. I assisted the head coach by organizing and directing small group exercises and activities, monitored student’s behavior and performance during practices, and served as a role model and mentor. While volunteering, I shared some insight into the experiences of being a collegiate athlete and offered effective time management strategies. I created an environment of trust and respect and over time the student-athletes became comfortable asking me for advice. By the end of the summer, most of the athletes I worked with competed in the junior national outdoor championship and placed in the top 10 of their events.

In my career I plan on taking my talents into being a coach. Sports coaches help people participate in sports to work towards achieving their full potential. They work with them closely to improve performance. Whatever the context, coaching involves developing the participant’s physical and psychological fitness and providing the best possible practical conditions in order to maximize their performance. Coaches must also be aware of their ethical and legal obligations to their clients. Many coaches combine coaching with others, often full-time jobs, many sports coaches work part-time and unpaid, offering their coaching services on a purely voluntary

I have been able to maintain a productive relationship with my figure skating coach despite our drastically different political views. In addition to having a coach/student relationship, we also have a close friendship. Naturally, I had a hard time reconciling our drastically different political viewpoints.

About two months after the season ended, my wife, two children, and I flew to Florida for a short vacation trip which originated out of Westchester County Airport in New York, a mere thirty miles from Danbury, CT. Part way through the flight, I noticed a young man a few seats in front of us who kept turning around, looking in my direction, and then saying to the person next to him, “That’s the coach.” I would learn later that he was heading for a college visit with his father, and would ultimately go on to attend Princeton University.