Personal Narrative-JV Defense

I walked off the floor with sweat dripping from my hair. So many thoughts flew through my head that I couldn’t focus on anything. My junior year of basketball felt like it ended as quickly as a blink. It was as if in seconds we went from the stars of the state tournament to the embarrassments of it. I tried to forget the disappointment of it but it still will not leave. My desire and love to win games comes from the more apparent hatred of losing them. Junior year we had a chance to win a state championship, but we lost that chance. That was when I realized that I had one chance left to win. Senior year our basketball success would only be as rewarding as we would make it. The pressure placed on ourselves was substantial, and we faced trials on the road to success. In the end, we stood alone, crowned as the champions, not letting our chance slip away.

It only took us twenty minutes to be up 2-0 against a team, our main rivals Clements, we had not beaten them for twenty years and who were also former state champions. It was the best feeling ever, seeing the confusion in their faces from being down to us. All the work we had put in that year was finally translated into the field, where it truly matters. Toe to toe with a team they said we had no chance against, I beg to differ. All was going well, until early in the second half they had scored a goal. I could sense the timorous feeling beginning to rise within my teammates, but I never doubted them and knew we still had a

It was half-way through the second quarter in the semifinals, and the Sun Valley Vikings were up by 14. They were on our own 10-yard line, and they were handing it off to one of their biggest and best players, Jack Krump, up the middle. I was in at safety, and I ran up to tackle him at the five-yard line but he came trucking through I just bounced right off of him like a wall. I heard the crowd cheering, so I could tell he scored a touchdown. They kicked the field goal and it was, good. We then ran into formation to receive the kickoff.

In November of 2014, my team and I made it past the first round of the LHSAA Division AAAA playoffs after defatting the number twenty-eight seed, Belle Chase High School. After finishing a very good regular season with a record of 10-2, we went into the playoffs surprising everyone as the number four seed. After the winning the first round in style, we found ourselves matched up with defending state champs from the season before. On this defending state champ team, they possessed some of the top defensive backs in the state of Louisiana. In this nail biter of game, my team and I would face adversity, nervousness, and discipline. We got on the rented charter bus, and began our trip down to the heart of New Orleans to play the East Jefferson Warriors in what would be a very exciting high school football game full of hard hits and upsets.

So I did and got the tackle and we were all pumped. We lined up for defense and since I was a right side linebacker I was told to make sure the running back did not get past me when they snapped the ball I watched and waited. He went left and I had to wait and watch for a reverse and by time I saw there was no reverse our left side linebacker had already tackled the running back. Next play same thing happened then on third down and four yards to go they went right and I was the first one to hit the running back and as I was tackling him our cornerback came up and hit him as well since the ball was wet from rain the running back fumbled and our corner jumped on the ball and it was our ball on the opposite twenty-four yard line. We lined up for offense and I lined up behind the quarterback and was ready to receive the handoff and i got excellent blocking and I ran the ball in to the end zone 8-0 us. Then we ran a quarterback sneak and scored for the two point conversion. The rest of the first quarter was spent alternating between offense and defense. They would get the ball and fumbled, punt it away, turn it over on downs. Then we would get the ball and have to punt it or fumble or turn it over on downs. The first of four eight minute quarters ended with the score still

That morning I woke up on the second week of summer, ready for my championship baseball game against Portsmouth. Our U11 all star team sat in second place in the tournament going into the championship against the number one seed Portsmouth Eagles. The whole day leading to the game, all I could think about was the game, not even the amazing apple pie my mom made because my sister begged for it.

Since I am unable to make judicial board tonight I would like to state my appeal. In terms of “bumping” the kid who threw the punch I do plead guilty to that charge. However, leading up to this incident I was trying to play peacemaker, as Tim and the others trying to keep this kid out were unable to control the situation appropriately due to this kids hostile mentality. Leading up to this event I had been watching the door all night and just minutes before I had broken up a potential fight between a non Sigma Chi and two other non Sigma Chis who were upset about not being able to enter the party. After I peacefully got those kids to leave I went back up to the steps and calmly told the others who were loitering around the party

The last possession of the game was ours. The Jets again kicked off to us. The kickoff landed in the hands of my teammate directly in front of me. He caught the ball on the 30 yard line and ran to the 50. With 1:48 left on the game clock we called a quick huddle to call the next play. I looked to the sideline for the play, our coach called lucky 99 super power pass. We broke the huddle lined up on the field and made the play. I backed up in the pocket waited for the open receiver and made the 30 yard pass. We were now on the 20 yard line with 1:20 left on the clock. We played a no huddle offense because we were running out of time. The next two plays failed and we gained zero yards. It was 3rd down with 10 yards to go on the 20 yard line and 59 seconds on the clock, the coach called the next play which was 56 criss cross which was a run play. I handed the ball off to the running back, he weaved in and out of players and was finally brought down at the 5 yard line with 30 seconds left on the clock. It was a 1st down and our fans were going crazy and chanting Plain City rocks over and over. My team was also going crazy and cheering also. We regained our composure and got ready for the next play, we again failed to gain any ground on our next play. We

I arrived at practice with my shoes laced, hair pulled back, and the mindset that I was unstoppable. I could play against every member of my team and come out the victor on any given day. It was the first day of practice that week, and challenge matches were scheduled to begin. The team went through our daily shuffle of drills, conditioning, and running to prepare for what was lying ahead. While warming up with my friends, I felt great, talking about homecoming, boys, and a variety of irrelevant events. I felt ready. The odds were in my favor and nobody could stop me.

So when I first got there I had the idea that it was a mock trial. It was not until we start and they started going over the history of the Texas Supreme Court and how they are able to travel thought the state did I realize that the court cases were real. Which, I am glad that they were real cases because that would have been boring if they were mock. So once I got that all right in my head I started to focus on the cases the first one was at some point difficult to follow to quote my friend who’s in high school “I don’t get why everybody is so mad about so ranch there is plenty of it at Walmart at leas that’s what that one dude said”. Now, my friends, he is the class clown, so I knew it was a joke but he did ask me “for real why did he keep

We rushed out onto the field for the last time. The chilly rain was pouring down. The field was soaked. With every step I took there was a sloshing sensation in my cleat. I put my game face on. No ball would get by me. We were going to score. We were going to win. For the next twenty five minutes, I watched a back and forth in the midfield. Several times I stopped the ball and passed it forward to Kaylee, only for the pass to be intercepted before we were able to score. And then, just as the clock was running down to under five minutes left, I stopped a hard pass just outside our circle. I dribbled for several

We had gone 3-20 the season before and had not beaten our rival Troy Christian in basketball in seven years before this game. Earlier that season we had lost to Troy Christian by eight points after leading by eight at halftime. Our team was disappointed, but also hungry for revenge. It seemed like eternity waiting for our rematch. The week before the game we began practicing a defensive scheme to stop Troy Christian's six-foot-eight center, James Anderson. He had led the conference in scoring and rebounding all season. He scored eighteen points and grabbed eighteen rebounds in our first meeting and we were determined not to allow that to happen again. Finally, the day came. The day that would change our program. We were ready to put an end

I used to be an easy target because I couldn’t speak English. I couldn’t defend myself. My experience explains why I became an attorney for my county’s teen court. Most teenage defendants are there for petty theft, trespassing or damaging private property. I remember a group of middle school kids arrested for trespassing because two of them burglarized the school. The two boys I defended were among the most polite and genuine, virtues that are so scarce in modern times. After the case, the parents of the two boys thanked me for defending their kids and giving their kids the lightest sanctions, and I was touched. It was moments like these that made me feel proud to be a defense attorney. I acted as a voice for these defendants, when everyone

My initial goal was to serve my community as a lawyer. I wanted to closely study the law to defend marginalized people and help them find justice. While I worked as a paralegal, I discovered that justice was easily accessible for some, not all. I witnessed different clients of our law firm with the same criminal background and offense receive unequal sentences. My time in the courtroom and correctional facility provided me with vital leadership skills that taught me how to carefully observe, actively listen, and ask intentional questions. I observed countless jail sentences that gave some people hope and a second chance while giving others a lifetime label as a “criminal.” I listened to countless “criminals” share about what led them to jail.

When I had finally arrived at the age of sixteen, my father took me aside for a private chat. "Son, you're growing up in this mature world, and you will interact with other and older people, so you should know that it is inappropriate to speak of three things: money, religion, and politics." I followed his advice on the two former, but I completely ignored his lesson on the latter. While other kids followed their favorite college football teams, I found myself engrossed and absorbed in the affairs and events that took place in our nation's capital. Enthusiastically, I ran to my friends asking for their input on foreign aid to Israel or the current domestic fiscal policy, hoping that they would share my interest as well. What I found was that I sounded like I was speaking some sort of alien