9-14-12 Pages 1-2 Suffering a devastating injury to his knee, John Kanan ’14 is forced to deal with everlasting difficulties that impact his athletic career and everyday life. Still today, Kanan has to push through these troubles to be a game changing player on the soccer field. It was the first game of kanan’s sophomore year soccer season; he was a starter on the team playing right midfield when out of blind sight he collided with an opposing player. “I was running as fast as my body would let me”, said Kanan. “The only thing I was focusing on was winning the ball.
"why don't you talk to Josie anymore" Because she's forgot about me. My whole life has been one unbearable day after another, its been hours of pain, of tears, of depression. My whole life has been picked up and dropped on top of me because I don't listen to the right music, I don't wear the right clothes, im not muscular enough, my voice isn't deep enough, the list goes on and on. My whole life is over. It has been since it started.
She didn’t care about the sledging by the other team. She cared desperately that her dad yelled at her for failing to shoot the goal’. This is a clear example of toxic parents poisoning the clubs and how bad sportsmanship can affect a careless 8 year old. Which positions
Alex’s dream is to become a professional soccer player. Soccer has been his favorite sport since he was 2 years old. He never misses a soccer game on television when it’s soccer season. Although he may not have the ability to run across the soccer field, he does have the upper body strength and fast reflex to be a goalie. He asks why he cannot run, walk, or play with the other children.
I remember being cover in dust from constantly falling to the ground, no matter how hard I tried. At the time, I struggled just to hang on, let alone cross the playground. Being the shortest and fattest, I was the epitome of all jokes. I was the kid who got picked last for almost every game during recess. When I played on a soccer team, I held the position of the goalie, because I did not have the stamina for any other position.
What he had said got me kind of furious and sad. Cross-country started and our first race was coming up I thought that I would get a good time. Turned out to be that I didn’t get the time I wished for because it was my first year. Through out the year I couldn’t get close to his time at every race. Sadly, Cross-country ended and track season was coming up.
Being a notorious student, I had never been competent in academics and my career relied on my strength in this game. I had been late too often in the previous days and in case it happened today, our despotic soccer trainer would out-rightly refuse my inclusion in the team. As I wallowed in these miserable thoughts, the taxi came to an abrupt
He was no longer allowed to eat meals alongside his family, play with his brothers, watch television, leave the house, or look at or speak to anyone. His mother even stripped him of any sort of identity; he was no longer referred to as ‘David’, but instead was simply called ‘The Boy’. His sole purpose of existing was to be his mother’s slave: he was forced to constantly clean up after the family, scrub the bathroom, and was afterwards banished to the basement for the remainder of the day. His father continued in his attempts to fight for David, asking his mother to let up. However, these attempts only seemed to fuel his mother’s rage towards him; often resulting in increased intensity and severity of the beatings being inflicted upon
He wasn’t going to stop for a long while but luckily, Pheobe cried enough that he finally stopped. After he was done with me, I had to calm Pheobe down because she was still crying. She really was. Then what was even worse, he already knew I was kicked out of Pencey so I couldn’t even try to lie. So the bastard enrolled me into another school, but that didn’t go all well either and I ended up running away.
“You didn’t make the team this year,” are the gut wrenching words that have the power to bring a high school athlete to tears. After reading the team roster posted outside the coaches office and not seeing my name on it. As a freshman, I had always heard the stories of how former players had reacted to the news of being cut, some left school in tears, some tried to beg the coach to give them another chance, some hit a wall and broke their knuckles and most spent the next month in isolation not wanting to face former team mates. It only made the pain worse to see the look of sadness on the faces of your friends. Until it happens to you, it’s hard to imagine the dull and wrenching pain that rushes through your body.