It may be a cliché, but soccer was my life growing up! In Bob Greene’s essay “Cut”, he explains how being cut from a basketball team in 7th grade made him feel, and how it shaped him into the person he is today. He describes the feeling of inadequacy by not being good enough. Bob Greene portrays how that event made him stronger, “never to allow someone to tell me that I’m not good enough again” (Miller, “Cut” 86). As a young child, I lived my life to play soccer.
Chelsea Flippin Around-Then Poem 9-1-12 Mrs. Killen Around the summer of 2003 my brother joined the Young Marines. He stuck through the hardships of boot camp and encouraged me to follow in his footsteps. Around fall of 1999 I stepped onto that grass field for the first time, not knowing that this could be my escape from the world. I was a natural. I now have been invited by two colleges and counting to play on their soccer team, which is amazing, and could take the future debt out of my hands.
They all are soccer players at the school, except for Theresa. Paul convinces Joey to come to his new school and the soccer and football seasons begin. As the story proceeds, Joey starts to get sick of the new school because none of Paul's new friends like him and he thinks that Paul has changed and become cowardly to all the other people at Tangerine Middle School. Joey finally goes back to Lake Windsor, leaving the Tangerine Middle School soccer team. Throughout the story, houses in Joey's neighborhood have to be put under blue tents and sprayed with poison to kill termites.
Coming to the finish line I pushed myself to hard and fell over the finish line. I had made myself a big cut on my knee. It was embarrassing for me that I knew I didn’t beat my brothers time. The following day, the times were up and I checked mine and I got 6:01. I thought to myself that I had tried this whole season and that it was my first year.
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.
All of his dreams were shattered and he was trying to cope with just being an everyday person without known fame The Playoff game was based on racism. It was sad that after they had the coin toss that it had to be in a neutral place because they were scared of what the Carter Cowboys fans were gone do since the Permian Panthers were predominately white. The next year Coach Gaines led the undefeated Permian Panthers to the state playoff. He had won is confidence back from the
The girls were executing every play to perfection. We won the game, silencing a team of seniors who had taunted us for weeks before the game. Almost sweeter than our decisive win, I realized, was the fact that we were celebrating our win as a group of close friends, many of whom we had just made a few short months
My grandfather always loved Penn State football, and would always talk about Penn State University to me when I was younger. Once I got the acceptance letter to Penn State I thought of how proud my grandfather would have been if he was alive and knew that his first granddaughter to attend college had
They are all different ages and sizes; some small and boney, others tall and chubby, but they all have the desire to play soccer for the school. Some want to make it on varsity others just want to be a part of a soccer team so Junior Varsity fits them well. What amazes me is even the out of shape kids keep on returning, even though they know what they are getting them self’s into .Which gives me even more motivation to keep going, because if they keep returning even after throwing up the nasty school then I know I have no excuse. In the weight room, it sounds like the lunch room, full of Mindless monkey chatter of either actual interesting information or mindless talk to dull the thought of how sore all we will be
I tried and did my best and I couldn’t do some of the exercises at faster tempos. I walked out of the room very discouraged. The next day he told us all in a group who made battery and the rest would be in pit. I wanted to leave. I knew pit was going to be my home for the next year.