College Admissions Essay: Social Outcasts

It just seems like it would be natural for me to begin playing organized basketball at an early age, but I did not other than the rough and tumble playground ball at recess. I began to yearn to play on a real team, and soon I would have my chance. It was the summer before the sixth grade, and I managed to talk my father into purchasing me a basketball and my mother into purchasing the rim. We put the rim up onto the shed and I began practicing.

For me at the time, basketball was not just a sport, it was life or death. I knew that I had to show off my talent at the camp to prove myself. When it was time to compete, walking into the sports complex was one of the best feelings I can remember. The intense bright lights hanging down from the ceiling made my eyes glow like nothing before. Hundreds of kids ages seven and up filled the gym, eager to start the camp

It was early October in my 5th grade year when Mr. Uptmor came to my school. Mr. Uptmor was a teacher at Oak Grove West and he was the girl’s basketball coach. He came to Oak Grove East to talk to us about trying out for the team. I had been playing since I was little, so immediately I knew I wanted to tryout. He told us all about times, dates, and skills he thought it would be beneficial for us to have. I took a flyer and after school showed it to my mom. She told me that only practicing would help me make the team and that I should talk to my sister and ask her to help me. My sister and I practiced everyday after school up until the point of the tryout.

For everything stolen, place the blame onto another. The tragedy that continues will surely cease, the moment light is found. Social justice is admittedly one of my greatest passions. As one of my primary interests, I have a strong passion for denouncing evil and allowing justice to conquer. I hope that through the actions I make now, and will continue to make, what I do will be able to change the world we have. Regardless, of whether it is a minor or major change, I truly hope my decisions will be able to provide a sense of relief, for even one person. I want to be known as a person who served others; as someone who loved the idea of peace so much, they lent their hand out to anyone who required assistance. The people I am given the opportunity

College students who choose to join fraternities or sororities do so because of their need for social acceptance. I am personally against fraternities and sororities. I feel that it is money spent for the purpose of “buying” friends. There are many ways to meet interesting people other than devoting all of your time and money to a club in order to do so. Perhaps the people who join these groups have low self-esteem, social anxiety, or feel that the best way to make friends in college is to pay for them. I find this issue to be interesting because there are many Greek organizations on campus that are constantly advertising and promoting themselves.

We had basketball tryouts on october 31st and i was doggin them folks on the court they couldn’t handle me and i was just a little 9th grader and they were all 11th and 12th graders they must have felt bad but i know they didn’t because i used to play against them all the time in practice so they already knew what it was. I was 6’3 and JJ was 6’4 by the time we were 9th graders and we made varsity when we picked our jerseys i picked my dads old number because i always wanted to be different from him but htis year i had to honor him by wearing his number the number is 1. We had our first practice and i kinda started to tear up a little bit because i know my dad would be proud of the man i became and the ball player i became he always said i will be better than he ever was just because of the passion i had for the game and the little smile i had every time a ball was in my hands. Practices kept going on and on and me and JJ earned the starting spots on the team we were getting very popular amongst the student body. The first game came up and as always me and JJ weren’t scared we were ecstatic to play against better competition and show the world what we can really

8:00 A.M at a basketball tournament in Chatham, Illinois. Playing with the grade level above me, as an 8 year old, I was scared to death. It was an honor to be asked to play with the older girls, although I didn’t realize this at the time. As I arrived to the tournament, I was nervous. I got into the game for the first time,

I remember the day like it was yesterday,it was 2014 I was a freshmen.I was trying out for the high school basketball team.I was training all summer for it doing drills,working on my shot,but my dad was still pushing my limits.My father put a rim in the backyard thats was it all started.My dad would always ask me “are you ready?”.My answer was always yes.I wanted to show everyone what I was about.

It was finally my time to be picked and my head has felt as if it was spinning in circles and my legs felt of jello and I finally made the walk to booth. coach told me I made the team and the season had begun. Our first game was highly anticipated and the game was the talk of the school, I was ready and excited to finally play my first game. Once school was over we walked to the small primary school for our first game walking past kids and roads this would be a game to remember. The court was clean and you could hear the sqeaks of the shoes The team arrived there size intimidated my teamates.By the time the

My first basketball game at Hillcrest was my greatest accomplishments when I moved schools. It was a chilly fall night that I had been excited for for a while. I walked into the gym when the aroma of popcorn and hotdogs filled my senses. I was anxious with excitement because I had never played for another school before, it was a very nice change. All the players were in the locker room just a few minutes before the game. We had our pre-game prayer and then we were ready to play. I started for the first time that I could remember. I had the first field goal of the season which absolutely took my breath away. I got the ball on the block and shot it. I watched in slow motion as it went in the goal. In the end, it was a basketball game that I

I would say that overcoming the social class I was born into has challenged my life the most. Neither of my parents attended college, so growing up I have always watched them both work hard but struggle to earn enough money to provide for me and my three older siblings. My parents divorced around the time that the economy started going into a recession, so my mother began working multiple jobs at a local factory and waitressing on the side to make up for the loss of my father’s income. My mother’s financial struggles convinced me at a young age of the value of a college degree. However, the concept of attending college was sort of strange and unfamiliar in my family.

Winter practices came quicker than a flash. We got an email about what team I was going to be on. I didn't know anyone on the team, then I reached the bottom of the list. My two good friends, Joshua Pless and Joseph Iverson, were both on my team. I was so excited! We went to Foot Locker the week before practice started, and I got a fresh new pair of basketball shoes. Finally, the day I have been waiting for had come, basketball season had begun! Our first game was against the Red Birds. I remember it all

In elementary and middle school, I wasn’t really into sports, and I didn’t have many friends. When I got to high school, however, I started playing basketball for fun and working on my skills. By going to different parks in Reading, I started making more friends. I was never really the best player on the court, but I always tried my best at every

One of my more vivid experiences of public speaking was when I was taking a class at a community college. While taking this class I would often have to give speeches and demonstrations in front of the class. As I was waiting for my turn to give my very first speech, I was very certain that I would have no problems at all, it would a piece of cake, or so I thought. All of a sudden, I hear my name being called as it was my turn to deliver a knockout performance, but as I stood in front of that small class of people I just blanked out. An overwhelming amount of anxiety came over of me. I could feel my heart beginning to race and my hands starting to sweat. I could not for the life of me remember what I was going supposed say. In addition, the

View Of Others In my lifetime, two simple but overwhelmingly strong passions have dominated my life—a desire for challenge and compassion for those less fortunate. I am also eager to push and surpass my limits, and to seek new environments and opportunities to do so. I believe challenge always gives us something different, valuable, and new—even if we cannot always recognize that value at first. That’s what inspired me to study abroad at a Catholic high school in Erie, Pennsylvania, the United States.