When it comes to sports my family has many ties to Middletown High School South. In the Going as far back as the 1980’s when my Dad attended the same high school. He was a standout wrestler for the team and was given multiple scholarships to wrestle in college. My family name is everywhere within the trophy rooms and walls of Middletown South. I am the youngest of three children with two older sisters coming through high school before me. Both of my sisters were outstanding runners for Middletown South and are now running on collegiate levels. Then there is me following in my dad 's footsteps, trying to leave my mark in Middletown South 's wrestling history. On entering my freshman year there were many expectations for me to do spectacular
One time I came across failure. It all started when playing in a baseball game for Serra High School. Up to that game we had been undefeated in league play. As the game moved along it got more and more intense. Every batter and runner on base you could tell both teams were completely focused on winning that game.
One freezing February Saturday, I needed wake up at six in the morning to go play in a volleyball tournament. The rest of my family was in Arizona and had left me in Iowa Falls, so I wouldn 't miss my finishing tournament of the season. I wasn 't jubilant about it, but I agreed anyway. My grandma drove me up to Dike New Hartford High School.
When I came to Toll Gate High School as a freshman, I wasn 't sure if I wanted to wrestle or not. Some of the upperclassmen kept telling to come out for the wrestling team. I was at a football game for my nephew and some random person came up to me and asked if I was Jorden DaPonte. This random gentleman was Jerry Sabatelli, the Toll Gate Titan wrestling coach. He said I would start varsity as a freshman and I would become better at football.
My husband and I coached teams and took them to tournaments everywhere. After I was done my school life I was a part of accreditation committee for BIA schools. I served on this committee for about 44 years until I retired. I still have loved ones who are alive and well today such as my son, cousins, and grandchildren. I wish I were still there with them and with the schools to help them, but maybe after hearing this you will go out and do something for your community.
Snaider Family Scholarship Being an Athlete there can be many times where you could find yourself in a difficult situation. Over time you learn how to handle the pressure and are better able to cope with it even though it is still a difficult and stressful situation. A time that stands out to me as my team being in a difficult situation was last year during the Softball Championship. That year was a great year for our team we were the champions of our conference and had made it all the way to the State Championship for 1A schools. We had already won a game and lost a game to our opponents and this was the final game.
On Wednesday, February 1, 2017, Chino Hills High School was out of power, resulting all the students got released early. I walked into the school campus about to sit at the normal table that I wait at. I usually get to school thirty minutes early because of traffic. I did notice something was off when I sat down. The area where I sat was a bit darker than usual.
As a student I have been a part of the Mustang Varsity Pom squad that not only lets me be involved in all sporting events, but also allows me to reach out and speak to many adults and children in the community. Mustang is
I attended Henry E. Lackey High School in Indian Head MD which is in Charles County MD I attended Lackey High School my ninth and both my tenth grade years around the beginning of 2016. My last month in Lackey High School was in February, before I left Cousin Jerry and the PPW from my high school told me about Job Corps. I couldn’t stay at Lackey because of the drama going on and my cousin knew Job Corps could provide me with a high school diploma and provide direction for my life. At Lackey High School I was constantly in trouble arguing, being defiant about the rules, and not attending class.
I was lost. Friends were not at my disposal. Time was in abundance. Thoughts was all i had. Freshman through Christmas break of my sophomore year I attended Berks Catholic High School, but before that I graduated from a feeder school named Scared Heart School.
Stumble. Survive. Create a new generation. The cycle of striving for perfection and purpose reveals itself to those who contribute to the heirs of the human condition, children, and I was one of them, quivering with a hand on my shoulder advising me on when to draw and how to breathe. As I cautiously signed my name to the organization which, unbeknownst to my seventh-grade self, would become my young legacy, my self-definition, I didn 't think about the many friends—rather, and pardon my cliché, family—that I would make.
I have been on the indoor and outdoor track teams at sutton since seventh grade. Being around a varsity sport for so long has allowed me to see the greats pass through the halls of this school and has allowed me to become one as well. During my junior and senior year I became captain of both the indoor and outdoor track teams leading them to many DVC
In total, I have received four varsity letters for the sport. While my senior season is not yet over, thus far I have received BVC 3rd team ranking my freshman year and 1st team rankings my sophomore and junior years. The last two years I have made it to the State track meet with my 4x400 teams and been awarded Academic All-Ohio as well. Track taught, and continues to teach me the importance of teamwork. Specifically, the State qualifying teams I have been apart of have shown me that sometimes I have to rely on others, and them on me, to achieve ultimate goals, like going to State.
5th Grade Graduation I was nervous. We all were. We filed into the classroom wondering if we would do okay. As we took our seats on the stools lined against tables at the back of the classroom, I felt so anxious that I thought my head was going to burst. “Focus on something else”, I thought to myself.
Last Spring, I had the pleasure of completing my field experience at Springfield High School. There, I worked with a student who, for the sake of confidentiality, shall be referred to as Zeke. Zeke was a senior. He was disinterested in his classes and often arrived to class without completed work or an attitude that spoke eagerness to learn. During an occurrence in which Zeke was scolded by my cooperating teacher, I felt a sense of sympathy arise within me.
He told me that I could not succeed. He told me I was “doomed to fail.” I was introduced to the beauty and wonder of Japan when I was four years old. It started with Pokémon, but it blossomed into a full-blown passion. I was enamored with the culture and history of Japan, along with the styles and themes portrayed in anime and manga.