Personal Narrative-State Finals

There I was with 2 wins and on my way to the semi-finals. Only 2 of my teammates had made it that far. My first opponent the next day would be Bryce. As our team left the Pepsi Center and started heading for our hotel, there were some people disappointed and some proud of how we had wrestled. We got to our hotel and got settled in with

Throughout high school and undergraduate studies, I have tried to achieve academic excellence, improve my athletic abilities and become a better employee at a law firm. Although several experiences have shaped me as an individual, I believe that wrestling set the foundation for most of my improvements and accomplishments. I first started practicing wrestling when I was six years old and competing when I was nine. Although I was training four times a week, I failed to win anything for several years. I became less confident in my abilities, but I did not give up on the sport. I wanted to prove to myself that I can compete for medals with other athletes. Poor performances motivated me to work harder in practices, spectate older wrestlers and exercise

It all began in the Lone Star State where my wrestling team and I were confronted with one of our greatest challenges and duly mine, but I’ll get to that soon enough. We entered into one of the most prestigious tournaments that Texas has to offer. It was the first time my team,the Brother Martin Crusaders, had returned to the Lone Star Duals in nearly a decade, and damn were we due for a warm welcome. We competed well and practically breezed through the tournament, while watching our soon to be opponents struggle to make the finals.. Little did we know that was their scheme all along. This team that “struggled” throughout the tournament was not any average ole team.

Dreams are made under the good ol’ lights of Wells Fargo. Every year, 42 amazing young men stand on top of the place winner’s podium as a gold medal is proudly placed around their neck. But what about the other 294 wrestlers who don’t get the shiny medal.The wrestlers who have tears rolling down their face after losing a well fought match. The wrestlers whose dreams are crushed as that medal is placed around someone else’s neck. Unfortunately, someone has to lose, but it’s whether or not they let their loss define them that truly makes them

Competing on my wrestling club’s team at the annual National Dual Team Wrestling Tournament in 2015 was a very successful tournament for myself and also for North Carolina Wrestling history. The team and I put in very hard work over the summer, training and persevering towards our goal of placing top 10 at Dual Team Nationals. The results that were achieved this tournament we’re tremendous, we placed the highest any North Carolina club wrestling team has ever placed at Dual Team Nationals. It was a learning experience first hand for each us of how the tough obstacles we have to face to achieve success, are not so difficult after we train and work hard to achieve success.

My coach came over and told me I got this then I looked over into the crowds seeing all of the fans. I thought to myself this has to be the biggest turnout we have ever had. It was too many to count, you couldn't even hear what the parents were screaming it was all just a big blurb of sound. Normally that sound would be annoying but for some reason it sounds great during wrestling. The match before mine was almost over; even though it was my teammate wrestling I knew my main priority was my match not his.Now I have to win I thought in my head.. Coach came up to me and we did our little pre match ritual. He shakes my left arm then my right, he cracks my back, then he slaps my legs and are and head to get me pumped. The whole team lines up to form a little tunnel for when you run out. Then there it came, "And wrestling for central, LARS REEDER!" I sprinted and stepped on the line. This is

On this Saturday’s evening game, the baseball game was 2 teams in the championship game. The 2 teams that were facing were Pipe Creek (which was my team) and Mcadams the team we had to beat. Mcadams was the #1 seed and Pipe Creek was #2 seed, we were throwing back and forth and getting some practice before the game. Later we finally start the game. Pipe Creek was the Visitors and Mcadams was the home team. Pipe Creek was up to bat first and we scored 6 runs in the 1st inning.

Once I released the baseball my heart dropped and I hoped for the best. It was one of the most stressful moments i’ve ever had in baseball. But first we should go back to when all this first started. It was a perfectly normal saturday we had a tournament like most weekend over the summer but not until I got to the field and and everyone was talking about the game did I over hear someone say this is the state tournament. This tournament ranked us in Illinois. We played the first two teams with ease we were up by five and they couldn’t seem to keep up, but the last game of the tournament was us versus the Plainfield Tornadoes. I remember that team very distinctly because of the circumstances I was in. I had pitched the first two games we played

At 10pm we sat silently in my mother’s car. I had just spent the entire day competing in a wrestling tournament, and not well I might add. I was frustrated, and ready to quit. My 8th grade wrestling season had been a disaster, and I decided I was done. But I had been wrestling for half of my life, for 7 years and my mother knew this was difficult for me. She looked at me and said, “Just give us one season of high school wrestling Justin. I have a feeling you will really like it if you just give it a chance.” I looked at her cautiously, “One season. Fine.” Ordinarily, participating in an extra season of wrestling wouldn’t sound serious, but I thought it was. Toward the end of middle school I weighed only 75 pounds; I was small for my age. In high school the lowest wrestling weight class is

“Go out there and leave it all on the mat!” were the final words my coach gave me before I wrestled our teams team’s last match of the day. The score was tied and the winner of this match would win it for their team. I remember my stomach was in knots, my palms were sweating nervously and my heart was pounding. Regardless, I just focused on what my coach had said. When it was time for me to wrestle I felt ready, I knew I had trained hard for this and knew I was mentally prepared.

“ Hey mom, im heading out to the track” said Marcus Fisher, a sophomore at Starsman High school. He has always had an interest in track and field. He found out that his Freshman year he was a very good four-hundred runner. He had hoped someday he could be state champion for his 2a school district.

You glance at your opponent trying not to stare at him. You concentrate all you attention on the opponent, from his headgear, all the way down to his shoes. You try to help yourself to think positive, but your mind can’t get off the fact that he “looks” like a better wrestler. As your name is called for the match, your heart begins sinking. You make your way to the center of the wrestling match and face your opponent. The referee blows his whistle and you begin attacking and defending. Within the first few minutes you are physically drained, your muscles are aching and slowing down as they need a break. You keep pushing and don’t stop. As the match comes to an end and you take the victory. The feeling of pride and accomplishment rushes through your blood and suddenly your muscles feel fully rested and ready for your next

During my time at Coral Gables Senior High School, Alex Bazzi, a classmate, won first place in the Future Business Leader of America (FBLA) national competition in network design, which inspired me to pursue the path of network design and to also compete in the FBLA’s competitions thus resulted in making me a state level winner. In return to Alex Bazzi’s inspiration I would like to leave a similar legacy as to be a figure of achievement in which underclassmen will not look at my achievements and strive to be me but to look at me and realize I was just a regular student in the class who took a chance and tired something as all it took for me to win was realizing I was capable of winning if I tired. I remember my first FBLA win and how great

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.

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