Personal Narrative: My Response To My Coach

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

I went to practice even if it meant I was going to go through Hell under the coaching of Satan. I would stay home some days so I did not have to go to practice. I was pulled out of drills because I was not doing them right. I was yelled at when not doing the drills right. I never understood what I had to do because the coach never helped me. I would ask, but I was told the same thing over and over again. I show up for the practices, I work my butt off, and I perform well. But, when it comes down to playing time? There I am sitting back on the bench either playing behind someone who has less talent or someone who only puts half the work in.

The day was October 8th, 2014. I hardly played. One school day, my 5th teacher, Ms. Smit said, “flyers for the basketball team on the table” ordinarily I took one. Kids from 4th, 5th, and 6th grade came to try out for the team. After tryouts, a paper next to the nurse's office was hung up. The paper sheet named those who had made the team. Surprisingly, I made the team, most likely from my height. I felt like I shouldn’t have made the team. At the time, I barely started to play basketball. I went to the practices at school and tried to make myself a little bit better, since a tournament was about to begin in a few weeks.

For the first time in my entire life it felt as if I was not satisfactory at basketball. I sat by the phone for days, yet my phone never rang. Soon I stopped expecting it to and I began to lose hope. Until one day I got a text from my coach.She said that my information was wrong on the pamphlet they gave to the college coaches and that they had just corrected it. By the time that week was done, I was talking to six Division 1 programs, all wanting to give me a full-ride

My family was born to play basketball, both of my brothers had the size and athleticism to play professionally, and my dad towered over others standing at 6’6”. At a young age I was expected to follow in their footsteps. However, I did not have the size that the rest of my family did, and struggled to compete due to my small stature. In the seventh grade I tried out for my middle school basketball team and was promptly told I wasn’t good enough to play. I came home crying feeling that I disappointed my family. The next year, during the eighth grade try-outs, the coach said the same thing and broke my heart for the second year in a row. Dissatisfied with these results, I promised that I would make a change before entering high school.

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 !

Once again a preseason of hard work led to a season where I could not start a single game in the season. However, because I had learned to work even harder than I had before, I saw much more playing time, playing in seven of our twelve games, including one playoff game, and I had found a spot playing on special teams. I also was able to make a few tackles, and our team improved, as we went from a team that won less than half of our games, to a team that had one regular season loss, and lost in the championship. In my junior season, I started to get much better, in many ways due to the fact that the offensive line coach on Varsity was better than that of JV. However, the playing time that I received only slightly improved, because I was hampered by being stuck behind one of the best offensive linemen in school history. He won all-state, all-league, all-section 1, and lineman of the year in our league. So again, I failed to get into the starting lineup, but I knew that I was very close to making

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

When I was cut from the modified basketball team in eighth grade, it created a painful moment of failure. It pushed me to get where I am today as an athlete, student, and as a young adult. The beginning of winter during my eighth grade year came down to The final day of tryouts for the basketball team. I’d became nervous because it was the final day of cuts and being one of the last people left to get called in to be talked to by the coach. Coach called me in sat me down and gave me the normal start to the meeting, what I did good and what I needed to improve on. While he explained all of these positives and negatives to my game to me it had felt like he talked for hours on end and then his final words to me would be something

One hobby that I enjoy doing is playing soccer. I have been playing soccer since I was in the second grade. I originally started playing soccer for our local AYSO club. Unfortunately, before long I realized that my towns AYSO club wasn't very good. I always seemed frustrated with the AYSO team; therefore, I knew I wanted to switch teams. My family and others watched me play, and they said I was excellent. It was then, that I tried out for the Birch Run Elite travel team. Robert Oberski, a previous AYSO coach, was my new soccer coach. When I first started playing soccer, I was a forward and midfielder; now, I am a defender and midfielder. I have actually played all of the positions on the field, at one point or another. My current coach says

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.

It was the beginning of the track season a few days before our first track meet. My friends and I were running around the track and my leg gets tense. Not terribly unusual I've had charley horses before, but then there's a pop and my leg gives. I stop running and my friends help me up and to the athletic trainers. They tell me I have sprained my hamstring. This was heartbreaking for me as this was the year I was going to run with my friends in the sprints and high jump as I was unable to last year due to a similar thing happening but with my feet. I was not going to accept this defeat and choose to show up every day to practice and to the trainers for rehabilitation. At meets, I would work around the track at either the high jump pit or the long jump pit. I would give my teammates words of encouragement as often as I could. I held the

My concern is the head coach we have for U9-10 kid pitch Unfortunately, I do not know his name because he has not addressed nor communicated with the parents. On the first practice, one of the kids' father (who has coached for the YMCA) started helping with the kids and started coaching because the head coach was not there. This is fine with me. I do know that he has baseball experience. The head coach has let the "assistant coaches", pretty much take over with coaching. The concern I have is my daughter is the only girl on the team. She chose to play baseball this season because she wants the challenge and plus she wants a trophy in all sports. Mr. Osborne, you and I both know, Deziray has determination, confidence, and play just as good as

Let’s go back to a cold winter day at Shawnee Peak in Bridgeton, Maine. I was discussing my dilemma of what to do for the upcoming sports season with my ski coach. I have been playing softball for the past 12 years, but this year something felt different…I wasn’t interested. The past season was quite rough, getting to the point where I was seriously thinking about quitting the team. I knew I didn’t want to go back to that, but I needed something else to occupy my time. While talking to my ski coach he mentioned playing lacrosse because it was the first year being offered at my school. I quickly responded with “but I don’t want to have to run!”. He assured me that if I was the goalie there would be minimal running. My coach also added that it

As I became older, entering my young teenage years in life, I took on the interest of playing sports for my middle school. I remember trying out for the girl’s basketball team in the summer going into the eighth grade. I know I had competition but I felt highly confident from the skills I gained during the previous years. Try outs were all morning and I caused my parents so much trouble from telling them in such a short notice. I anxiously waited for the final results, even though they weren’t posted on the gym door until later that evening. Later on that day I learned that I didn’t make