Overcoming Obstacles In Hockey

City of Thieves starts off with Lev Beniov sitting atop his roof, on a firefighting detail, under the German siege of Leningrad in Kirov, Russia. As he sits on top of his building’s roof with his friends Vera Osiponva, and the Antokolsky twins they listen to anti-aircraft fire, and they see a paratrooper falling to the ground. The group hops the Kirov gate, and runs towards the paratrooper’s landing sight, realizing he is drifting to the ground dead. They began looting his body, and as Lev got a German knife from the man, the GAZ turned on Voinova Street, and they had to run. While running back to Kirov, Vera slipped, and Lev had to go and get her. As he helped her over the fence, the GAZ grabbed him. Since it was after curfew, he believed execution was inevitable. He was taken to “Piter”’s prison called the Crosses with no light or sound. Soon, a Russian officer named Kolya was thrown in the cell with him. In the morning, the two prisoners were taken to a mansion with NKVD officers in it. The Colonel had a mission for the prisoners. He took their ration cards, and told Kolya and Lev they had until Thursday to get one dozen eggs. On that Saturday morning, Kolya and Lev had left their lives on the line for a dozen eggs.

August 27th, Sometimes you just to need to know the facts, and at other times, you will need to put on your best act.

One time I experienced failure was when I was trying out for an indoor field hockey league. The field hockey league had three different teams, the academy (the lowest), elite (the middle team), and high-performance (the highest). I was very eager to begin the indoor field hockey season and I had high hopes that I would make the highest team. On the day of tryouts, I had a major case of butterflies in my stomach but I was still eager to start the season. However, as soon as I stepped on the field the nerves began to take over my whole body and I became quite timid. I did ok in the skills portion but when it came to the scrimmage I chickened out a bit. The girls trying out were big and strong and had amazing skills and I instantly began to think I was

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The wind howled in the daylight.  Chills ran up my back.  That's how you know it is fall in New Jersey.   The leaves fell to the ground as they turned an ombre color.  “Come on!”, my mom shouted in frustration.

My heart was pounding like an elephant walking as I waited in line, although I wasn’t even really that nervous. In my head I knew it was going to be hard to make the team as a 6th grader I think that’s why I didn't get myself all worked up about it and nervous because there was a 50% chance of me making the team. In my head, I said to myself that I would love to make the team.

What is it that makes a person get out of bed everyday, and face the challenges in life that sometimes make you just wonder why you keep pressing on? Why do we push ourselves to the edge of utter destruction every time we get up in the morning? Well I believe these questions can be answered with one single word, but if you want to know that you will have to read the rest of this paper.

In my four years of playing hockey for Bishop Dwenger we had never lost as many games as last year. Being a junior came with responsibilities; I was an upperclassman and I had to prove that I could turn all of my hard work into a successful season for my team. After losing so many games, I began to feel like a failure to my team. Not only this, but I was also the captain. This meant that I had even more responsibilities.

It was cloudy in the late morning, which meant even the weather didn’t look promising, Even more optimistically looking it seemed like the clouds were about to rupture into trillions of droplets each one a part of me about to shatter from humiliation. And obviously rain and humidity were the best conditions for field hockey. The building looked more downcast than I’d ever seen it, and when my dad parked the car it became more evident that this was not going to go as faultlessly as I hoped it would.

I had stolen a hockey stick. My hockey buddies dared me to. But I had a problem. What would I do? I had stolen 150 dollars of composite fibers and wood. Thats a good bit of cash! What should I do now, is all I could think. Should I tell somebody, or just leave it a secret? I was so stressed, I could burst. Then, it came to me.

Entering that room, nothing could have prepared me for what was to come. As I sat there my heart dropped when I heard the words, "you made the team", "you are not going to play much", and "if you tryout next year you will not make the team". I was in such a daze as I reemerged from the room. It was as if the wind had been knocked out of me and I was having trouble understanding what had just happened. I had never felt disappointment like I did in that moment in my entire life. Soccer had been the only sport I knew for 8 years. Change had always been a struggle for me since I was little so I was aware that trying a new sport was going to be difficult. Field hockey captains practices were held during the summer, so I decided to go to one and

It was approaching the hockey state tournament, but it was not the hockey games that I was nervous for. My rookie haircut was “scheduled” for the Thursday before that weekend.

I very fondly remember the time I first got into hockey. It had gotten pretty late and I was going to be heading to bed soon. I spotted my Dad, who was sitting down on this brown couch we used to have that was starting to show some wear and tear. He was watching an NHL game on the T.V. which we had fixated across the room directly in front of the couch. If I remember correctly the Philadelphia Flyers were playing the Florida Panthers. I sat down too, oblivious to what was going on, I hadn’t a clue. This was my first time that I remember watching an NHL game. I would ask questions for certain plays and rules that I was hearing like offsides and icing. Then, of course, my Dad would explain to me and tell it by narrating over the game, and slowly

a. Exercising can become a habit, and something you carry on with your through the rest of your life. The earlier you start to exercise, the better your health will be when you’re older. However, it’s also never too late to get active! Not only can a 5 year old exercise and have fun by joining a youth soccer team, or playing Frisbee in the yard, but even an 80 year old can be active by joining an aerobics class or going on an easy walk down the street for light exercise to get their heart pumping and promote blood flow.

My current lifestyle could use an increase in low impact exercise and healthy eating. While I try to do both, I know that as time goes on it becomes more important to do this regularly as it affects my health. Family history is dichotomous some family members have thrived in older adulthood while others did not make it into their 70s, and by simply looking at their lifestyle choices it would have been hard to guess who would live the longest. Those who thrived at this time of life had very active and meaningful lives. The family members who died younger made healthy lifestyle choices, but got cancer or some other life-threatening disease at a younger age, and were healthy until the disease came on suddenly. So, I am hoping I fall into the category of the people who are active into older age. I hope to continue swimming on a regular basis, and possibly play tennis. If I am alive at 75 based on family history I will have no major health issues but will have the normal effects of aging. I may also have high blood pressure or increased risk of pneumonia as this was common in some family members. This is partially due to the fact that the artery walls stiffen over time, and my lungs are more susceptible to illness due to a weakened immune system.