Personal Narrative: My Freshman

Being a freshman is the hardest of your four years in high school. Have you ever been pressured to be the best person you can be? This is how my year was as a freshman. Freshman year was the most different I never thought I would of found my way around the school when I first started to go there. Freshman year was the best year throughout my years of high school and it was the only year I had friends. During this year I had a lot of anxieties which dealt with me thinking I’m gonna be alone and not have any friends throughout the year to support me through the whole thing. Also, I would think of the pressure of not doing good in any of my classes so I would think it would affect my GPA in the future. The transition from middle school to high school was a different type of thing to do.

I’ve never been interested in sports. I was a fast runner in my Physical Education classes, but I couldn’t kick a ball without falling. My parents signed me up for the local swim team, but after one year I quit. I never thought that not having athletic ability would help me.

I have always been told that I got blessed with my genes. Everything I do athletically just comes natural to me. I have had the opportunity to play multiple sports whom of which I have had success in. In all of the sports I’ve participated in I have loved soccer the most and track is just the most natural sport for me. I’ve played soccer for over half of my young life. Soccer just makes me happy when I play. I have also been blessed by being average at soccer too. I didn’t do well my 9th grade season so coming into being a Sophomore I wanted to change that. I worked hard in the off-season and I became a varsity Captain and I finished the season 3rd in the area for assist and was a 2nd team All-District player. I was proud of myself but i knew I didn’t give it everything I had.

This year, I decided to join the wrestling team. I am a very unskilled wrestler. I’m not saying this to tear myself, it’s just true. However, I do love the sport, and would like to continue wrestling throughout High School. When I first joined, I was unable to take down a single boy on my team. Not even a single one. By the end of the season, the boy who I had been unable to pin once the first month I was able to pin half the times we wrestled by that last month. This was a lesson in hard work, and the fact that I am able to beat up boys (and girls). Those two things have given me lots of

It was the last last few days of summer before I started my Sophomore year of high school. My freshman year I applied and ran to be Sophomore class president, and I won. Before the start of school SGA (Student Government Association) had the responsibility to welcome and show new students around the school. While showing and bonding with new students I meet two new sophomores students named Ethan and Olivia. Ethan was a very attractive young man who was six feet and had nice dark hair, that was swooped to the right. Olivia on the other hand was a very short and pale girl who had orange hair that was very thin. Olivia and I both found Ethan to be attractive, Olivia made it known to me that she liked Ethan. It was the first day of school and

I am a focused student, dedicated to hard work. I have been pushing myself to do well academically since grade school. At one time, I wished to become involved in sports, but having been born with several medical issues, it was not recommended by my doctor. Thankfully, I have overcome many of the health issues. After beginning to walk at seventeen months, I was diagnosed with chronic flat feet at the age of two. I remember, well, going to a doctor’s appointment at the age of five, and hearing the doctor tell my mother I could never play contact sports. Growing up watching my older brother play sports in school was difficult, because I also wished to play. I had to learn to put my desire to play basketball

Junior year. My junior year I realized things about myself that I hadn’t previously known. Things I’ve never done before and things people thought I couldn’t do. Situations I thought I wouldn’t be in and there I was. Junior year, I did it.

Athletics played a large role in my life growing up. During my senior year of high school, I transferred to a new school where I intended to play football. However, during the last practice before the season started, I developed a stress fracture which caused me to miss our first four games. I was a few inches taller than six feet, and weighed around two hundred and twenty pounds, which made me one of the biggest guys at the small private school I attended. The time I spent recovering from my injury provided ample time for me to ponder what I would learn from the experience. My brother is three years older than me, which allowed me to have relationships with individuals who were living my potential future. I began to seek advice from friends

I asked what he was doing and he replied,” Well, Wyatt you know your brother was a wrestler. Do you wanna wrestle?” I told him Yes I would try it. He had me place my signature on a few papers, then practice started the next day. Now my dad also had me sign up for other sports such as baseball and football, but those sports didn’t have the impact that wrestling had on me. Wrestling is an enduring sport. It takes skill, heart, pride, and most of all hard work. I come from a family that thrives on hard work, that’s how I was raised. My love for wrestling turned me into a great athlete. In Junior high I went to state for wrestling and ended up in 16th out of 50 some kids. After I was in high school, I started working harder than I ever have before. My sophomore year I was one win away from being an alternate for the state, then my junior year I acquired state alternate, now it’s my senior year and I can taste it: I want to go to state so bad. The reason for all of my success is behind my dad’s support and push for me to be the best I can be. If it wasn’t for him, wrestling would have never taught me how to be a hard worker and have self discipline.

I came to the first day of summer practice; I wore cheer shoes, a bow, and a full face of makeup. That day my coach looked at me and told me to run five miles, I thought I was going to actually die. By the end of the practice I had thrown up multiple times and repeatedly told myself never again. I had mentally and physically already given up, so I thought. During the next three weeks of summer practice I ran on my own, day after day of agonizing pain. I've never been one to give up, when things start to get tuff, that usually means I just have to get tougher. I came back the first day of actual practice ready for whatever was about to be thrown at me, again I was told to run five miles. This time I could actually keep up, I stayed with the girls on the team the entire time. The first race took place nearly three weeks later at our own home course, the only goal I had at the time was to not get last place. Everyone lined up at the starting line, anxiously swaying back and forth waiting for the wretched sound of the gun to go off. The gun finally went off and the race had begun. I started off in second place next to the fastest girl on our team, who was also the girl who had asked me to join

Once cheer try outs for my senior year rolled around it was hitting me that I was a senior. We had cheer camp and I realized that was my last ever cheer camp for cheer in high school. Once school was starting and we had to get prepared for football season it really hit me that I was a senior, I wasn’t quite sure how to really take it. I didn’t think me becoming a senior would come so quickly and so fast. I can remember homecoming week like it was just a couple weeks ago, now that went by super fast and I didn’t really realize it till about a month ago. To me time fly’s by when you’re having fun, senior year is probably been the best year yet. I’ve had more memories my senior year than probably any other year. When basketball season came around

Even with migraines, I challenged myself to be athletic and played a vast amount of sports like basketball, tennis, soccer, track, etc. Conversely, in my sophomore year of high school, I was filled with self-doubt when it came to trying out for the JV volleyball team. Being that my schedule consisted of: Advanced Placement, Dual Enrollment, and honors classes made playing a sport non recommendable by counselors and teachers. In addition, I was not the typical height of the average volleyball player, which made others much more critical of my actions. Being told that I have too much on my plate or “not the look” to be a volleyball player, filled me with self-doubt and made me second guess my choices. Luckily, I did not let others make decisions for me. Little did I know, I was opening the gym doors for tryouts in no time. The floors were freshly waxed and the clean white net stood tall in the middle of the gym, dividing the court evenly. I stood nervously with a smooth leather ball in hand, reciting drills and methods I learned off the court in my head. The thrill rushed through my nerves the next day when I went through those same gym doors officially on the junior varsity volleyball team. A passion arose in me when something that I was close to not trying at all, was a part of my everyday activity. The fact that the negativity I encountered about trying for

When I was in sixth grade i wasn’t really athletic. I quit almost every sport I played through elementary school because I was either not having fun or just got bored of it. During recese I would always play football with my friends and had a lot of fun with it. After a while of playing I had decided maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to try out for the football team. Unfortianly

It was a very last minute decision. I and my friend Abii wanted to join track for a while but I was always reluctant about it. I always found excuses so I didn’t have to join. Don’t get me wrong, I did want to join track but I was too scared to join. I had previously made a promise with my friend abii; to join track, and at first I tried to escape the promise like a coward. I eventually decided to join after pondering for a week or so. Even then I was still wary about joining track. Considering that I wasn’t good enough.

Going into my eighth grade year I got a few of my friends together and we lifted almost everyday we also stared working on our plays to get us ready for the season. I did not want to only win two games again. This is when I started to become a hard worker for football. On the very last game of the year I hit someone and put my head down. I compressed a disc in my neck and was rushed to the hospital I thought my Football days were over. After basketball I decided not to play football my freshman year or so I thought. My friend Anthony’s dad came and talked to me one on one. He explained to me that if I didn’t play then I would be letting my team mates down and in the long run my school. I decided to keep playing.