Personal Narrative-Tad Negligence In The Classroom

My mom signed me and my little sister, Kylee, up for softball. Softball was basically the same big ball of drama, but this time my sister was with me. Which her company was really appreciated, me and her were partners for most things. My softball team was really terrible, we only ever won one game. And that my friends, is the game changer for my sports life. My Aunt Gina had come to watch this particular game, I don't remember who we were playing against, maybe Peck? This game was neck and neck the whole time, i was an out fielder because they didn't trust me much else where. So me being the big ball of drama I am, was just boiling in my own nerves about how no one understands me and whatever little emo me thought of. I'm kinda just watching this game, minding my own business and suddenly i see the ball just flying my way i was just a ball of nerves, I panicked and just thought "Oh, shit, I gotta do something". So my unknown instincts kicked in and I dived for the ball, and I, no kidding, caught the ball one-two inches off the ground. But nobody realized I did, and as the teams were walking to end the game i jumped up with the ball in my hand, breaking the game long tie. So my team celebrating our first ever win at dairy queen, coaches treat. And from then until i moved i had friends. So in conclusion, no one loves you unless you win with your

When I showed up to softball tryouts at the beginning of my senior year, I was convinced that I was going to be put on the junior varsity team for the fourth consecutive year. I was sure that I would never be moved up to varsity, regardless of how hard I played. My junior year I was embarrassed to be one of only two juniors on J.V. I was so self-conscious, that I had considered quitting so that I wouldn’t be the only senior not on varsity. However, I decided that quitting would be more humiliating than being on J.V. and forced myself to play my final season of softball. I showed up to tryouts the first week of school, and I played with every ounce of effort that I had. When teams were announced, I was legitimately shocked to find out that I

Summer going into my junior and senior year, I volunteered to help the Pop Warner Pewee cheer team. The cheer team had one paid coach and a couple of volunteers. The coach was my coach my sophomore year of high school, so she had asked me to help the team out, so I did. They had practice two to three times a week for two hours and I went to most all of them. I helped the team tremendously because I have had a lot of cheerleading experience and unlike the coach, I am young, and I am able to demonstrate certain things to the girls that the coach can’t. The whole cheer team and the coach benefited from me volunteering my time and skills. They benefited by having someone who’s is experienced in stunting. My friend and I showed them different techniques and skills to do to benefit the stunting.

Each member on the team shared the same values, emotions, and knowledge of that particular sport. As a freshman and sophomore in high school, I knew that I needed to be on the same level as my other teammates. For me to be accepted in this community, I had to show them my ethos appeals to let them know that I was just like them. Sportsmanship, diligence and perseverance, were the skills needed to show the upperclassmen and my coach that I was serious and that I was ready to be part of the team. The upperclassmen knew that I had it in me; all I had to do was prove that I could do it. Proving to older long time members of the team is not the easiest thing to do. They are cynical about every action you do. In order for me to prove my worth, I had to show an emotional appeal toward the “veterans of the team” which were similar to that of the

In the fall semester of my freshman year in high school I had decided to try out for my school’s drill team, the Crimson Cadettes. This organization has a reputation of very classy, well put together young women and by being on the team, one automatically has extremely high standards that they are expected to meet. Being a Cadette is a big deal because it requires an abundance of hard work and is very time consuming. My teammates and I are often spending our extra time at school whether it be for practice, pep rallies, contests or even more. There are on average about sixty dancers on the team each year and because we spend so much time together, it is expected that sometimes we’ll disagree on some things.

The next practice I was putting my gear on slowly like usual so my best friend Trinity could get there before I had to go practice with another girl, since Trinity was really the only one who was interesting to talk to. When she finally got there, we starting practicing normal catch with the softball. After I finished telling her that I wanted to try pitching, and after a lot of convincing her that I could do it, I tried my pitch. It was to low, and Trinity got it as a ground ball. “I told you you can’t pitch, let’s just practice the normal way.” I said no, I needed to become a pitcher, to help my team and help me to not always be at 3rd base.

I joined a softball team loosely resembling a movie out at the time, “The Bad News Bears”. I joined at the Harlem Community Center (HCC), but there were not enough boys for a league, so we formed a team in the Northwest Community Center league. The HCC sponsored us as well as having provided uniforms. We were not part of the community center for which we played. Yet, were as good as most of the teams were playing, a few players on the team were good, many were mediocre and there were the terrible players. I was not good enough to be

Over the winter I play hockey, I run track in the spring, and then play baseball over the summer. This summer, was a very good opportunity to show my leadership. I played baseball, and started varsity every game. I played second base and had a fielding percentage of .933 as a Sophomore. I had a batting average of .219. While baseball playoffs were going on, I was also roguing—the removal of inferior or defective plants or seedlings from a crop— and detasseling. After winning three district games and one substate game, we made it to Principal Park. I helped my team make it to the Iowa State Baseball tournament for the second year in a row. At the tournament we lost in the first round but we played as hard as we could, and saw a lot of hope for the next baseball

This football camp I attended was only for the elite offensive linemen in the state of Massachusetts, but I received an invite my senior year to attend this. I was nowhere near one of the elite offensive linemen in the state, but the coach that ran it was a coach in my league. I have been battling it out with his team for the past three years, and the last person I expected anything from was this man. I was the smallest left tackle in our entire league for my entire high school career. But this coach admired my hustle, passion, and perseverance of being a smaller player, I also stopped his top defensive end every single year. So, when I got to the camp, all the other players would look at me like I was a boy among men. That whole week I was doing everything in my power to keep up with them, but my skills weren’t comparable to theirs. The thing that got me noticed at the camp was I went up against the biggest and most skilled guys there and didn’t care for one minute about getting shown up. I wanted to be the best player I could be, and the only way that would be possible is if I went against the best.

As the new school year started and I was labeled the ‘cheer captain’ I immediately felt jealousy from my teammates. I was no longer someone they admired but someone they rejected. My teammates no longer had appreciation for me. Everything I did was sabotaged into hurting my feelings and even me. Everyone thought I was higher up on the social scale than I even did.

My seventh grade year Coach Humble, the seventh grade football coach, asked me and a few of my best friends to join the team. In the beginning, I worked hard to learn the rules of the game. I watched college and NFL teams play on television, and I looked up their practices and drills online as well. After I learned the game, I decided to be the team leader. I felt as if someone on the team needed to be the encourager

As I stared out into the clouds, flying to Kirkland Washington with my teammates, to play in the Junior league 14U Softball World Series, I had a vision that one day I would play softball at the next level. Thriving at the World Series against Alaska, Puerto Rico, Virginia, and Czech Republic led me realize that the possibilities were high for me to continue to follow my dreams of attending a university and earn my degree while playing softball. The Lord had big plans in store for me. I am a firm believer in anything is possible. As I continued throughout this vigorous journey to play at the next level, I faced many obstacles and challenges in which shaped my development to understand that academics plays an important role of being successful

The game of baseball has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. Baseball impacted me in all sorts of ways, good and bad. However, the bad experiences made me a more well rounded person. The game of baseball taught me how to cope with failure and learn from your mistakes. Baseball has also given me the opportunity to be a role model for younger children. During the fall of 2016, I was asked to come throw batting practice to the players. I was grateful for the opportunity, as well as excited. I felt like these young players looked up to me, and I made sure to set a good example.

In my childhood, I was obsessed with softball. My parents, family and friends would always say, “see you in the big leagues.” But, I wasn’t that good, to be honest, I just played for fun. I did softball as a non-competitive sport. The game play was the same as competitive sports, but, some of the aspects of competitive sports I wasn’t gaining. I was a competitive kid, and I liked to win. Not lose, that’s for sure. And my the other kids on my team, I never really connected to, I never bonded. I see them now and then, at public places, we never wave, go talk or even smile. My teammates never recognize me because we never really connected because I only saw them at games and sometimes at practices we had every now and then. And I realized I should’ve done competitive sports, I love to exercise, and always have been in favor of competing.

    My story beings on the Friday night before our first playoff game. My dad asked me to go to our city soccer fields to get a corner flag for the game tomorrow at the school. When I got to the fields one of my best friends texts me and says, “Hey! Are high school players allowed to play on teams other than the high school team?” I was confused. No they are definitely not, but was she talking about one of my teammates or someone we were supposed to play against? I storm out onto the field to see if I know who is breaking such a big rule and my mind is blown when I see one of my own teammates out on the field playing. So much is running through my mind, “Do I say something to her? Do I tell my coach? What will this do to our chances of playing in the championship?” All these thoughts, yet I stand on the field frozen from anger at the fact that this person thinks it’s okay to break a rule in order to benefit herself. So I did what anyone like me would do and I confronted her, “Do you really think it is okay that you are out here playing when our high school season is still going on?” She stares at me with no emotion on her face, says absolutely nothing, and just walks away acting as if she had done no wrong. I left the fields that night with all those questions about what to do still circling about in my mind and some new thoughts popping up, “I am the only