The Junior Varsity

Despite my intellect, most colleges would classify me as a mundane, unimpressive person. I'm a white, heterosexual, Christian male: the most stereotypical example of a privileged person in America. I have experienced privilege, but I have also experienced hardships and inequitable stereotypes. My parents bought a house in 2006, and, after fixing it up, we moved in approximately two years later. At the same time, the housing market crashed, devastating my family. My parents filed for bankruptcy;

peculiar one. Going into my freshman year I was touted as one the stellar players, one who was on the path straight to varsity. Unfortunately, I tore one of the ligaments in my right wrist and was sidelined for the months right before the tennis season. Going into my season, my confidence was low, I was worried about making the junior varsity team. I would end up making JV but not varsity. The next year I was back with more determination. Injury free, I had high expectations but lacked confidence. As

As a freshman in high school, not only did I maintain high academic standards, I maintained high personal standards in any activity I did. Being a freshman on a high school varsity team is no easy task. I took it by the reigns and worked myself to the top. All four years of high school I ran cross country at the varsity level. I obtained a team captain position as a sophomore. I have raced myself to the top to always be the best in what I do. When I was a freshman on the cross country team, I was

Some may see my life as a series of disappointments. I see my life as a path to molding my future. Since birth, I have been met by doctor's giving me disappointing, challenging, restricting news. I was born with one club foot, and severe flat feet, along with congenital hip dysplasia forcing me to crawl and walk later than normal development. As I began elementary school, I developed a love for gymnastics and pursued this path through 6th grade, only to be told again I could not continue due to

Getting Cut The life of a young baseball player is a very enjoyable one. Baseball has always been my favorite sport, it requires the highest amount of concentration and mental strength. Physical strength is also required to be able to hit and throw the ball; these are all skills required that apparently my freshman year of highschool I did not posses. I had always believed that I had the necessary skills to play baseball and play it well. However, tryouts my freshman year proved me wrong.

school soccer career. Freshmen year I played the lowest level which is the freshmen level. And sophomore year I played on the Junior varsity(Jv) level. Those 2 years were amazing. After playing Junior varsity soccer. I started getting ready for the highest level of high school soccer, Varsity.

Point Crew team, had a JV boat that was consistently outperforming the Varsity team on different measures. Upon preliminary analysis, it appears that the problem is simple: the selection of the varsity team was flawed and many of the athletes were misjudged and subsequently misplaced. However, the coach analyzed this possible flaw through seat races and even decided to demote varsity rowers to the JV team and JV rowers to the varsity team; the unlikely outcome was that the JV boat would win by even more

situations in which either myself or my peers have found excuses for feelings that do not measure up to expectations. For example, during my sophomore year of volleyball, I was having an excellent season. However, the varsity coach decided to change the lineup for one of our junior varsity matches, and I was placed on the bench.

During my childhood years, I was struggling with school that I was placed in special ed classes and a lot of people thought that I would not be motivated to focus on my education and my future. During my years at Van Derveer Elementary school, I had a hard time adjusting myself in the class and my grades were not as good as they are today. But that didn’t mean that I would try my hardest. My only problem was that I had a hard time concentrating in class that when I had an exam, I would just sit

For several years I failed to even give myself a chance at improving my skills, and I let the boys on our co-ed soccer team overshadow me. It is only recently when my school's first female Varsity team was formed that I realized exactly what I was missing out on. A founding member of the first junior varsity team as well, I found myself teammates with several athletes who could make plays that I would later find myself dreaming about. Mesmerized, I would linger long after practices to watch my