"Boys Varsity Soccer Tryouts, boys varsity soccer tryouts will be held today after school. Be ready with your cleats , shinguards, and water. See you there!" That phrase on the morning bulletin was ringing in my head all day. Focused and determined to get a spot on the team. Practicing and conditioning for months now made me feel that I was in the best shape I ever was in and made me think I guaranteed had a spot on the team. Looking back at it today, made me look super cocky and arrogant.
As day one of three finished from tryouts I felt really good on my performance. My skill level was there and it was going well. When upperclassmen who made the team last year acknowledged me saying that I was one of the better ones of the group it boosted my self-asteam and my head rose so high. When day two came for tryouts, I wasn't worried in school no more. I thought I had it in the bag. I walked to the field with a high sense of swagger like I was a soccer legend right after the bell rang. I slacked off thinking I made the team already, walking through drills and fooling around. With the coaching knowing my name I thought that it was a good sign that he liked me.
Day three was finally here. Excited as ever and anxious for the school day to finish. He said tat right after a light practice he will read the list of names who made the team. 1:45 came and I scurried out the room. Practice went on and it was a light scrimmage. With me executing passes and scoring a goal, I just wanted to finish and hear my named be called from the list. No more than 5 minutes passed and practice had ended. We all ran up the bleachers and waited for coach to come up and read the list. He said before he read the names that he was taking about 25 people. At that point I thought that my chances of making it was 25 of 25. After 20 names were called, I was anxious and telling my "teammates" here we go I am next! Then all of a sudden he stopped. I was so confused. I started asking everyone if they heard my name. "Congratulations to the boys who made it, if your name was not called than sorry we couldn't take you." I dashed into his office and said "Coach how come my name wasn't called?" "Shimo you had the talent and the skill level was all there, but your just to small."
Devastated and sobbing I rushed out the office, went home and cried my eyes out.
It was the worst night ever but the most memorable. From being cut from the soccer team it was a wonderful example of being humble and grounded. You have to expect the unexpected. I thought for sure I had a spot on the team. But being cocky and arrogant lead me to believe way to much in my self. Since the incident I grew over 4 inches and been gaining weight and working out harder than ever. I stay humble and just keep on working. Entering this year as a sophomore, determined and not cocky, I am going to tryout again and hopefully all goes well. With family support, determination, and staying humble you can achieve anything.
NEED TO TELL US MORE ABOUT YOU. YOU DEDICATED ALL BUT ONE PARAGRAPH TO THE EVENT BUT WE STILL BARELY KNOW ABOUT YOU AND HOW THIS CHANGED YOU. GIVE US MORE OF HOW IT AFFECTED YOU. AS(2+)
ReplyDeleteI like how you made this story make it relevant to what you have to go through but you would need to show what you have done to show that you had the theme of "coming of age" you were determined and trained hard, but also explain the obstacles and what you overcame
ReplyDeleteI think that you could have instilled more of your emotions and thoughts into the first few paragraphs, because I feel like the story doesn't really connect without you. Well, not that way, because you obviously wrote the story, but because it kind of feels too narrated, if that makes any sense. Try to add more of your personal touch to the essay.
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