Personal Narrative: My Sophomore Year Of High School

Ever since I could remember, soccer had been in my life. If there was a soccer team that needed a coach, my father was always the first to volunteer. There were almost too many strenuous weekends spent hours away from home for soccer tournaments to count. My entire family, consisting of my parents, my siblings, my dog, and myself, packed in a mini-van heading to a city that I had never heard of for soccer games. But when I entered high school, all that would soon go away. I kept playing the same sport that I always had, although now I had to wake up at five in the morning for six hours of high school soccer practice in the smoldering summer heat in order to make the high school team. High School sports were more competitive than anything I had done before. I put in as much effort as I could to make the Varsity High School team, staying out past dinner to practice even longer. I was utterly divulged in soccer and trying to be the best I could be. Soon, I would regret placing a game over spending time with my family.

I had apprehensively tried out for high school soccer, knowing that kids from surrounding towns, who had all played travel on flashy, winning, teams, would be my competition. All I had wanted was to make that freshman team, to be part of a soccer program that in recent years had been a championship winning team. Fortunately my hard work payed off and I made that team. It was during my time in the school soccer program that I had not only grew as a player but met some of the people that I now call my best friends. The team required dedication,

Sophomore year was absolutely nothing what I expected it to be; It was the complete opposite of freshman year. Freshman year I was shy and quiet. Also, in Freshman year, I was on a competition dance team and that was all I knew because I spent every day at the dance studio, and because of that, I was not very involved at school and I had no time for anything. However, I decided to quit my dance studio so I could have more of a life in High School. With my newly discovered free time, I decided to join the Speech team, the musical, and the play at Marian. I also decided to get a waitressing job at Le Peep. Thanks to these new activities, I became more confident than ever. I also found a new love of mine, theatre. Not only did I find the a new

Junior year. My junior year I realized things about myself that I hadn’t previously known. Things I’ve never done before and things people thought I couldn’t do. Situations I thought I wouldn’t be in and there I was. Junior year, I did it.

When I started my soccer career during my freshman year, I began in the junior varsity team. I was not so familiar with sports until I started playing football and soccer. I once believed that I was not good enough to join the team, but after committing myself to conditioning and being determined to give my best to every practice, I proved myself wrong. Not only did I make it to the team, however I was also a starting player. For the following year, my sophomore year, I transferred into a different high school. There, I played in the Varsity team as a right defense for my sophomore and junior year. This year, 12th grade, I will be a captain for the soccer team. I was able to not only build strong friendships with my teammates, but also with

It was the last last few days of summer before I started my Sophomore year of high school. My freshman year I applied and ran to be Sophomore class president, and I won. Before the start of school SGA (Student Government Association) had the responsibility to welcome and show new students around the school. While showing and bonding with new students I meet two new sophomores students named Ethan and Olivia. Ethan was a very attractive young man who was six feet and had nice dark hair, that was swooped to the right. Olivia on the other hand was a very short and pale girl who had orange hair that was very thin. Olivia and I both found Ethan to be attractive, Olivia made it known to me that she liked Ethan. It was the first day of school and

I focused on training for soccer, it took over my life. I spent my summers working, spending time with my family, and playing soccer. I grew faster, stronger, and improved my defensive abilities, for the first time in my life I was in shape. After an undefeated regular season, the varsity team lost its starting lineup from my sophomore year. I knew that would I have to step up. I decided I was going to do anything I could to become a better soccer player, to benefit the team. I spent every spare moment working on my touch. The summer going into my sophomore year I committed to the soccer program, meaning I went down to the pitch every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday to play pickup with the alumni. That summer I went from being a short, pudgy kid, to actually kind of resembling an

Sophomore year was extremely difficult for me. You know how most people go through a rough patch at some point in their life? Well, that was me all of Sophomore year, everything just seemed too big and scary to deal with, and so I basically put everything off. The guidance counselors always use to say when we were going into high school that we would need to stay on top of things before they started to pile up. I just thought that they were just being dramatic to try and scare us into doing our work, but they really weren’t. By the time I realized this, however, it was a little too late, and I was faced with two options; attend summer school to regain the credit that I had lost, or face my peers when school started up again and be two credits

For as long as I can remember I have played soccer every fall and spring with a team. However that all came to an abrupt stop in the ninth grade during high school tryouts when I failed to make the list of about thirty-six boys who made either the junior varsity or varsity soccer team. I was in disbelief and questioned myself, “did I still obtain the desire to continue playing the sport I enjoyed for so long?” After ruminating on this issue, I resolved that I wasn’t going to let this disappointment hold me back from playing a high school sport, and I joined track and field. Track and field was an enjoyable experience where I met many new friends, however my passion for soccer had not died, and I was not content with my failure to make

I grew up playing soccer as kid and participate I various tournaments in highs school playing for school team. Soccer has been a part of my life from the beginning. My family are all soccer fanatics heck my nation itself (Nigeria) are soccer fanatics. “Football” as we call it back home was almost like a tradition and very much part of our culture as a nation. I played soccer at every chance I had whether it were on the streets barefooted or on a proper field. Needless to say, it is my favorite sport and I play with a couple of friends on the weekends. However, when I’m not raving about soccer, I do engage in artwork and animations. I love to draw, mostly cartoons or comics. I find it very relaxing to just pick a pen or pencil and draw. I often

I thought less about the high school soccer team I didn’t make, and more about myself. I didn’t cry after the games anymore, and while the team still possessed little skill and our record reflected this, I didn’t hate it. This soccer team stressed me less than my high school’s, and I put less pressure on myself. I still wanted to play well, but with the stakes not nearly as high, it became an enjoyable pastime. I focused on school, kept the job that I planned on quitting in the fall, and even found more time to volunteer around my school and community. I focused on other pieces of my life, and less on soccer, but in a way that made it more fun. It’s not a colossal part of my life anymore, and though not making the team still stings, I have come to terms with it. One thing cannot define me. While I still enjoy playing soccer, I realized I have so much more to

Before freshman year, I was a very lazy person. I never cared about school or anything else in particular except for the sports I did. I have always had a passion for soccer. Ever since I was about 3, I’ve been playing the sport. Having such experience has given me a natural understanding of the game. I’d say im a very gifted individual when it comes to soccer. And all the running and conditioning I had done for soccer also prepared me for track. These sports all took dedication. But when high school came about, I didn't know what to expect.

Being a freshman is the hardest of your four years in high school. Have you ever been pressured to be the best person you can be? This is how my year was as a freshman. Freshman year was the most different I never thought I would of found my way around the school when I first started to go there. Freshman year was the best year throughout my years of high school and it was the only year I had friends. During this year I had a lot of anxieties which dealt with me thinking I’m gonna be alone and not have any friends throughout the year to support me through the whole thing. Also, I would think of the pressure of not doing good in any of my classes so I would think it would affect my GPA in the future. The transition from middle school to high school was a different type of thing to do.

The first two years of my high school career were effected by health issues. They were the most difficult as I learned more about depression and anxiety and how to not only manage it, but, also to overcome it. There were days that were very difficult for me to make it out of bed, get dressed, and head off to school. I would get dressed, in the car heading to school, and then feel very overwhelmed that I either could not get out of the car or once at school I would have to leave early due to the depression. As a result, my grades suffered during this hardship.

My time in High School was made difficult from the constant strife and conflict between my parents. This made my home an unstable environment not fitted for learning or growing as an individual. As I got older and closer to graduating High-School, I began to find my own voice with the help of my mentor Rahn Fleming, which occurred at the end of my junior year. As a result, I came in control of my life and the constant feuding started to die down. No longer did I have to worry about the next scheduled court date, or the next time I would come home wondering what may await. I felt like I was always walking on broken glass for the longest of time throughout my life, until I began to voice myself and what I wanted. My parents came to realize this