Every year individuals from all across the United States makes the decision on whether or not they will try out for an interscholastic athletic team. These individuals hope to be part of something special, whether it’s achieving individual goals or team goals. They also understand they will need to sacrifice time, energy, and their social life in order to achieve these goals. When tryouts begin these individuals hope their skills and abilities will get them recognized by not only the coaches, but the returning players as well. A problem arises though once try outs are over and the team is announced.
However, I continued to work on my flaws and tried out the following year and made it, because of this I believe I could bring a sense of positivity and dedication to the team. I would like to bring ideas to the team such as grade split ups, meaning not everything is done by grades allowing the older girls to really get to know the newer ones on a deeper level, eventually leading to a stronger connected
is As a senior in high school I was cut from my Varsity volleyball team. This had a huge affect on me, I was devastated. Anyone who knows me, knows that volleyball is my world. I was cut for being "uncoachable" which is an odd way of defining someone who has been a dedicated student-athlete for years. I sat on this for weeks, trying to figure out what I should do.
Then, tragedy struck the team; three of our fastest girls were injured and out for the season. Now, I wasn’t happy about them being sidelined, but it did finally give me a chance to recover my placement from the beginning of sophomore year. I wanted to help lead the team to state, and with what my coach had previously said, it didn’t appear to be too far out of my reach. However, “too far” should have been followed by an asterisk, as my season soon spiraled out of my
I waited by the dance room door for what felt like hours, waiting to see if I made the varsity cheer team. The feeling of both nervousness and excitement overcame me as the coach walked over to the door to post the numbers of the few who made it. The past nine years of my life I played softball year round when I decided to trade in my bat and helmet for a set of pom-poms and a bow. Making the switch from softball to cheer was a big change, I had neither the skill nor physical capability to do what the sport of cheer incorporated.
I thought I was going to make the team easily. After the tryout, a few days later the coaches sent a email out to all the parents showing who made the team and who didn’t. I read the list name by name, the farther down the list I went the more worried I got. Once I hit the last name I was devastated, I didn’t see
Hi, I’m Joshselyn Smith. I know in the previous 2 years I been in contact with this club, I would really like to join and show my skills. I love field hockey and it’s killing me to not to play. I’m currently going to a community college that doesn’t have field hockey
Field Hockey is a outdoor sport that is played by girls all over the U.S. in the fall. The material cause for field hockey is the stick the players uses to hit the ball. Another material cause is the ball. The ball is small and made of plastic. The next two material causes are used for protection, these are the shin pads and the googles.
When I look back on my younger years in my childhood, many of the memories have something to do with hockey. Looking back I remember the time spent at the rink watching my dad play on Monday nights, all of my brother’s games and all of the Red Wings’ games on TV. With all of this, the love of hockey was ingrained into my psyche and my heart, so from a young age I have always wanted to play hockey. Now being 17 years old and a junior in high school, I have had the opportunity to play the great game of hockey for many years now and have learned a few things about myself as a player. I have learned that I have never been a great scorer like my brother always was growing up.
Six years of pee wee, four years of travel, roughly 10,000 dollars of my parents hard earned money spent in payments, numerous nights of practice, countless days consumed by games and I did not make the team. An entire summer of early mornings dedicated to workouts, and I did not make the team. My freshman year I tried out for the Brentwood High School soccer team and didn’t make the cut. I will never forgot waiting anxiously for that email, opening it and not seeing my name on that roster. I was devastated, embarrassed and simply sad.
You never really know the true value of something, until you almost loose it. Growing up I was always involved with competitive sports. I would always make the highest-level hockey team that I could for my age group. Hockey has always been something that I was naturally talented at. When I was fourteen I moved one 1,932 Km away from my family, friends, and home to play for a prestigious hockey academy.
During my freshman year of high school, I decided I wanted to play a sport. I had been doing different activities, from dance to soccer to gymnastics, since I was in Kindergarten, but now I wanted to try something new. As spring tryouts came around, I thought softball sounded like a good choice. I thought about trying out for the school that year, but I had never played before and did not know much about the sport, so I chose to play for a county league instead. After playing softball for a year, I decided I wanted to try out for my high school team.
When they dismissed the freshmen and sophomores who didn’t make it, he, who wasn’t among us, made eye contact. I had never before seen so much pity directed at me and it frustrated me. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to let it go or find another sport. I pledged that I would get in around the house snacking and playing video games, but that would only worsen my state. shape, sharpen my skills and make the team next year.
Failure is never easy to overcome, especially when your failure is printed on the front page of the sports section in your local paper and your mom hangs it up on the refrigerator. “Van Buren, Schmelzer just miss trips to state,” the headline read, accompanying a picture of me putting on the 18 hole green to finish up my round of the Division III district tournament. This was my third year golfing at districts, never having made it to state, which is probably the cause of my healthy apprehension of the scores table. The most stressful part of the game of golf is watching all the scores being put up and wondering if you did enough to help your team get a spot in the next round. As the rest of my team came in with high scores, it became clear that we, once again, would narrowly miss out on the trip to the state championships.
After everything I had sacrificed over the years for my sport, this is how my high school career ended? All of the yards, morning practices, afternoon practices, dryland sessions, healthy eating, sore muscles, and missed social events were all for
