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Growing up school was never my forte, but I was always taught to be a student-athlete, not just an athlete. And it never made since to me until I got into my junior year in high school when I had to miss football games due to my grades. I always tell myself to live and abide by these quotes, which are: “Those to the left and right of you are who you will most likely to become, so surround yourself around those of the same goals and interest as yourself”. “Success is what you make it”. “You are not finished when you lose, you are only finished when you quit”.
There isn’t much I remember from elementary school, I never thought anything I did before jr high really mattered. However there is one thing I won’t be able to forget about. Not because it was particularly significant to me, but because it was significant to my father who always brings it up. I’m sure if he hadn’t reminded me of it so frequently I would’ve forgot about it a long time ago. You see, in fifth grade I had a really scrawny nerdy friend who’d get picked on quite often for being like so, and one day he told his dad who also worked with my father and told him that I would stand up for him when he was getting bullied.
Despite my shortcomings, I started to improve thanks to the kind people who took the time to help me. The next year, I joined the CYO Basketball team, as well as track. Once again, I was not at the same level of talent as the other kids, but my coach was kind and patient with me. Throughout the season, I improved, but more importantly, I learned about the game and about teamwork. This past year, I joined my church’s cross country team . . . .
Personal Narrative My eighth grade year has barely started. I have never tried doing sports in school, so i figured i tried something new. So i joined flag football just to see how it is, I was nervous at first on how it was going to turn out, but after a while of practicing I was very comfortable with going everyday after school to practice. One day, the P.E. teacher announced, “Alright guys you’re all soon be going to High School, which means it will soon be time to apply for sports in High School.”
Summer was winding down and I was getting ready for school. I was kind of nervous but I felt good. I was ready to out of middle school. I heard that the upper classman were really rude to the freshman so I was nervous.
Entering high school my freshman year, many things were new to me, and I wasn’t sure what I was going to get involved in as a student. The only thing I was sure of was that I was going to play high school soccer. I’d been playing soccer since I was about 8 years old, and finally having the ability to play for the high school I grew up watching was exhilarating. My main goal going into the soccer program was that I wanted to make the varsity soccer team by my senior year in high school- my brother had been a former varsity player, and I greatly wanted to fill his shoes and leave my mark at the school. Throughout my four years in the program, that was my main focus, but I was happy to discover that I was also making friends along the way.
During my last year of Middle School I was diagnosed with depression. This illness caused me to discourage my abilities and it deeply affected my social skills. At the same time I was also being bullied by other kids at school. I remember silently crying every day as I walked home from the bus stop. When I was first diagnosed, the doctors told me that isolating the problem was a good thing.
Narrative: I moved to Kansas City, Kansas seven years ago. It all started when I was in 6th grade with these girls. I was a different race then them. They thought it would be cool to mess and try to get rid of the white girl. One day, they decided to try everything they possibly can to get me kicked out.
My eighth-grade year, I tried out for the school’s co-ed soccer team and was confident that I would make the team. During the three hard days of try-outs, I pushed myself to improve each day and received several compliments from the coaches. On the last day, the head coach pulled me aside to tell me
I had a classmate in seventh grade named Andrew. He was extremely down to earth and incredibly funny. In fact, he was known as the class clown. Andrew and I were good friends. We had a few classes together
Education can open many opportunities Going to school was always a huge challenge. Not that I didn’t like school, since I always loved to learn new things. It was the fact that I felt different from everyone else. Growing up, my parents would only speak Spanish in the house. When I start kindergarten it was alright since the class was taught in Spanish.
My junior year was especially significant to me. I was off to a great start - I was doing well in my classes, and competing strongly on the cross country team. I had just finished a race with my fastest time, which qualified me for the varsity team. The same week as that qualifying race, I fell and I got a concussion. As a result, I had to take 2 weeks off from school and stop running while I recovered.
Have you ever worked so hard at something, gave it all you had, and then see everything you’ve done pay off in the end? It was the summer of 7th grade, I was only a few days away from beginning my eighth grade quest. This year, we were getting a different math teacher, Ms. Helkowski. I had always thought of myself as proficient in math, achieving high scores.
In the duration of my middle school years, I maintained excellent grades, except I had just one issue that held me back from a satisfying life. That issue was the fact that friends came very hard to me in my middle school years. Before my struggles at my middle school, Trafton, I had a very productive social life in the Elementary school I attended, Roberts Elementary. Here, it was very easy to make friends and have a great social life, since no hard work was required as a kid. Middle school, however, was a great challenge for me.
I’ve learned at a young age that you can’t have everything you want. Even being the last born in my family, the baby as some call it. Growing up with my parents was kind of hard considering I had two sisters, who both kind of stumbled in their lives. My eldest sister, almost failed to graduate high school and didn’t go to college. She is now a mother of three children.
