Personal Narrative: My Team

We got changed in the locker room, listening to music that would get our adrenaline pumping. The game started with a tip-off with us getting the ball and scoring on the first play, but so did the other team. The game was very close. We would score, they would score. No one ever got ahead by more than four points. At the end of the second quarter with ten seconds left, it was their ball and we were down by two. They did a nice play and a girl got a wide open three pointer. Then the buzzer went off and we all looked at our fuming coach and knew what was about to come at half time. You know that scene in the movie, “42” about Jackie Robinson, where the other teams coach is yelling at him saying rude things? And then there’s the heartbreakingly beautiful scene where Jackie goes into the dugout and breaks his bat and screams and cries. That’s what our halftime was like. The coach yelling and us wanting to scream and cry, but still we had determination to win this game. We came back out ready to play and immediately tied it back it up. The game kept going back and forth, until the fourth quarter with a minute left and us up by four. The other teams coach called a timeout and our coach gave us a speech about if we wanted to win, we needed teamwork. Teamwork just like Jackie Robinson and the Brooklyn Dodgers. We came back out and held the game at four points until the buzzer went

The next game was early in the morning against region 3 who is known to have some of the best players around nut after the end of the 2nd period we were tied 3-3. “Lets rush the the nat and try to score”, Matt our top scorer said. “No, let's just stay in our own zone and just play defence and not then them score. after we see a weakness we just rush ahead and attack!” said Joe, another player on the team. I didn’t think much of Joe and I voted for Matt’s idea. I shouldn't have. The nest period we got swept off our feet the the south in the dust bowl. We lost

TWEEEEEET. Boom boom, boom boom. I heard the beating of my heart as I picked myself up from the ground. Trailing 1-0 with just over a minute left to play, the referee had blown the whistle for a penalty kick, and my coach was calling my name to take it. I stepped up to the spot, it was the last play of the game. I stared into the keeper's eyes. Left or right, left or right. He blew the whistle. Strategically placing the ball into the lower right corner, I could smell the celebrations, I could hear the parents and teammates chanting my name, but instead, all my senses were snapped back to reality when the keeper hit the ball out of bounds. That was it, I had the chance to win the championship for my team, and I blew it.

B Team won 28-25 with a last second shot. A Team lost 43-18 with a very rough second half. The thing was everyone was ok. Everyone was expecting the loss. The A team were playing kids that were 6”6 and 6”7. Other then that everyone was good and ready to play Congress Middle School on Thursday.

It was a cold, rainy Saturday. I woke up, nervous as could be, slipped on my sandals, and headed to team breakfast. We all needed to be energized and for the big game that afternoon. Everyone chatted quietly as we devoured our hearty breakfast of eggs and pancakes. Though we were all hopeful and wanted more than anything to be victorious.. It always came back to Monadnock. Year after year, it seemed as though Monadnock would be the team to wreck our season. But if there was any day for us to beat Monadnock, today would be the day. We always played stronger in the rain, and if we lost, the seniors would be done with high school field hockey. We were more hungry than ever for this win.

Throughout the course of our lives, we must collaborate with people who may have completely different upbringings and have vastly different belief systems than what we may hold ourselves. One scenario in my life in which I had to collaborate with someone different than me was when I had to work with an overly aggressive football player who was a year younger. He started on the freshmen team but soon became the starting quarterback of the varsity team when he was a sophomore. I was on the JV team and was the backup quarterback both my junior and sophomore year. We came from different social groups, and I worried that we would not get along on or off of the field.

After a challenging move from De Pere to Sturgeon Bay between my freshman and sophomore year, I can officially say that I have adapted well to my new community. In the beginning of sophomore year, one of my goals was to become as involved in my new high school as I was my old high school. I have accomplished that by becoming a part of the soccer team and joining a variety of clubs that all mean a lot to me. For example, A-Team works with other students that have learning disabilities to make social interaction a little more comfortable. In my opinion, creating a better learning environment for them not only benefits all of the students in that environment but it feels really rewarding.

The game felt like a million hours left in the last quarter of the game for b-team. We waited on the sidelines for b-team’s game to explode as, we watched. The a-team started to drink water and stretch a little for the game.

The chills creep up my spine, uncomfortably I notice every single person there was watching my every move. We were going head-to-head with the Vikings, they did very well at intimidating our team to death, but inside I knew we could try. They had some tall buffy people that didn't seem afraid that our dignity was high and on the line. We couldn't waste it here, right now. Next, a loud Screech the referee blew her whistle, and at that moment we knew it was time. We played as if it was the Olympics, even though it was just for fun.Then, the ball went all over the court back and forth meanwhile the crowd screaming, cheering, and excitedly saying, “Go Huskies!”

“We need to make to make this field goal to win, and make it to the championship!” the Panthers coach screamed over the roaring voices in the crowd. Roy Williams, star quarterback for the Panthers, looked over to the scoreboard. It was the fourth quarter, two seconds left. The score was tied 26-26 in the semifinal game against their rivals, the Coward Eagles.

So I love volleyball and for the past 4 years I’ve done Illini Elite volleyball club. Once you turn thirteen they let you try out for a travel elite team. So me and 135 other girls all tried out and they only accept 20 girls. I was so nervous I thought for sure I wasn't going to make the teams. I felt like I was going to throw up waiting to see the list of the two teams. Just sitting at my computer for hours waiting for the list.Well, I ended up making one of the teams. So we played other elite teams around the U.S. We started in March and ended in July. We started off a little rough some of us playing with each other for 4 plus years and some being strangers, but in the end we all turn into a family.

Me being one, if not the best d fender we have so naturally coach wants me out there to assure the victory which was not need since CHCA is very good, but that's because they're new to lacrosse this year. I get out on the field instead of a player that was new and did not know the speed of the A-team games so he was not doing very well. Soon as I got in there I got a ground ball which made boosted my confidence but soon after I got another gb (ground ball) and I took it down the field and the goalie stepped out of the goal to hit me and i spun out of the way put the head of the stick up high and ripped bottom corner and I felt so good but it was so hot so I had to take a breather so stepped out and I did not get a chance to get back in but that's ok can see the nervousness in my face and as the words finally creep out he

We were expected to win that day. My team and I went into our championship varsity lacrosse game with a perfect league record: eleven wins and no losses. The opposing team lost almost half of their games that season, and although they worked hard, it was my team that continually pushed ourselves beyond belief. There was no greater feeling than being up 6-1 at halftime. We became a little arrogant and

We did some very fun things in science class. On the third day of school, we did a challenge with our table group where we had to use strings to open, close, and control a rubber band to stack the cups in a triangle shape. Only one group was successful so far. We also did a pink string project where we had two people each with a string tied around both wrists were they strings were interlocked. When it was set up, we had to find a way to get the two stings unstuck without taking them off our wrists. Even though none of us figured it out, (without the internet) it was my favorite project. The final team puzzle project was saving Sammy. Sammy the gummy worm was on top of a cup with a life saver underneath and we had to put him in the life saver

My team the Battlefield Bobcats were never the underdogs going into a championship game. The clock was ticking down, there were only 12 minutes left in the game. My legs were tired, body aching, I was drenched in sweat and my team 's energy was nowhere to be found. Every pass my team would make would not be completed. It was either a sloppy pass due to exhausted legs or intercepted by the other team. My head was down with frustration and my spirit was broken. I wanted to just fall to the ground and crawl into the shade. I felt defeated.