Personal Narrative: The As A Goalie

My eyes trying to follow the hockey puck as it slides on the ice bumping everything it comes in contact with. Moving so quickly. Hockey players skates making dents in the ice as they run to try to get the puck feeling a little bit of the breeze as they run pass you. Faces crashing into the glass by the opposing team with a big bang. It the 2nd period with 17 minutes on the clock. A hockey player from the Mavericks hits the puck from the center of the ice and it glides through the air like a bird into the stadium making a curve to section 117 my section. All of a sudden everybody raises from their seat trying to catch the hockey puck in the air. I can see the hockey puck coming towards me. But goes over my head. A man reaches out to try to attempt to catch it his face is disappointed when the puck goes through his fingers and he failed to get it. From the right side of my leg I feel something drop in my lap barely feeling it I look down and see the puck. I look to all the people in front of me all of their wide eyes on me. I pick up the hockey puck. I take it in my hand, Cold with a touch. I examine it, rough and bumpy on the outside and with a big dent across the middle. It reads Official Hockey Puck excitement takes over by body.

Christian like's to play soccer but he isn't that good . He want's to make to the soccer team, but the soccer coach doesn't think that he is good enough to make it, The other soccer players and his parents don't believe in him either.

My first Opening season game was two years ago at the Blues Hockey stadium in ST. Louis Mo. It was a cold day, The sun was barely shining and I had just got to ST. Louis driving thru the city making our way to the hockey rink. The traffic was horrible and not safe there was tons of people walking on the streets trying to get to that game. When we finally got there we pulled into the parking garage and got out the car after we did that we put on our jerseys and went to the side of the garage and watched tons of people rolling in and not to mention the band that was there. After the band was done we went inside and found our seats when we got there we had an unlimited buffet of food to eat, I had chicken tenders, hot chocolate, soda, and hot

Conn Smythe said “If I had to go to war again, I’d bring lacrosse players.” I played lacrosse for 2 years while I was in 5th and 6th grade. I enjoyed playing defence and attack. Defence is where 3 people stay back and help protect the goal. Attack is when 3 people stay near the opposing team's goal. They are put in charge of trying to score and stop the ball from going back to the other side of the field.

As I stood on the field, sweat dripping down my face, it all came down to this moment. Going to practice for months, the bruises, the pain, it was all preparing me for this altering moment. I’m a soccer goalie, that in itself is a big responsibility, but tonight my team was counting on me to lead them to victory. We just played a full 90-minute game only to be tied two to two. I stood in between the goal posts, people cheering my name, as a member from the opposing team walked closer. Since we tied we are in a penalty shootout, the outcome of the game is decided on this one kick. See, being a goalie is a big responsibility, but during a shootout, that's when it gets unbearably stressful. The odds are not in a goalie’s favor. There is only an eighteen percent chance that the goalie will stop the penalty kick, but I was beating those odds because I already blocked two out of four shots. I just needed to block one more, one more and we win the gold medal, we win first place. As the player walks closer to me, the cheering of the crowd slowly dissipates. All I hear is my heart pounding out of my chest. It all comes down to this final whistle signaling the kicker to begin. I felt unstoppable, this was my moment to shine, this was when I became the hero for my team. The referee blew

Since i was very little my life revolved around the sport of football. I played football for a number of years on numerous teams like the HFL Eagles and Hamilton Revolution. When i was growing up the only two sports i played were basketball and football. I had never even heard the word “lacrosse” until it was my brothers sophmore year in highschool and he started playing. At a young age & with me not being in highschool i knew little to nothing about lacrosse except that it took athleticism, it was physical, and fast paced. The the only programs for kids my age were in Robbinsville so i never really looked into it. I knew it was defenitely a sport that peaked my interest from the first time i watched it be played. My brother and i have always

Second year as an Under-10 Squirt level hockey player for the New Jersey Colonials ice hockey team proved to be a challenging and harrowing experience that shaped the course of my future hockey career. I was a determined, naïve child with fantasies of playing in the NHL when I grew older. The source of my troubles began with Coach Ruben, a relentless, unforgiving hockey coach. Coach Ruben was in charge of determining the AAA hockey team that I desperately wanted to make. Unfortunately, I would not have that opportunity. My mom, compassionate and sympathetic, guided me through the confusing maze of anger and depression. My dad, a coach and former hockey player, gave me valuable, supportive advice that would change my hockey expectations and

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.

My conscious rang in my head constantly saying, “How can everything go wrong on one of the most important days of my hockey career. Everytime something bad happens, it always has to happen to me. “

But what happens if I screw up? If I blank? I cannot even fathom the possibility of losing.  I have not been working all my life to finish second. All those hours at the gym, all those late nights at the rink, all those classes I missed for hockey… I need to succeed, for that little girl skating around the

Friday night rolled around, it was the game we had all been working so hard for. Knowing we were seniors, we knew it would be the end of the journey.

To combat pre match nerves the techniques of mental rehearsal and concentration are best used. Mental rehearsal is when an athlete plays a certain situation or technique over and over in their head to better capitalise on the situation in the future. An example of this may be mentally viewing the best technique to serve the volleyball. By using mental rehearsal and athlete will be able to adapt to situations with a greater ease. The second technique to combat nerves is centering. Centering is when an athlete blocks out all the unimportant details of a situation and just focuses at the task at hand. Centering can be achieved my controlled breathing and not thinking about past mistakes. Personally I use the technique centering to help combat my pre match nerves. By using this technique I am able to block out all the unimportant factors and think about one thing at a time.

In order to block you follow the opposite team member, watch their feet as they jump for the ball, as they jump you jump with them, your arms straight up side by side. This basically creates a wall for the ball to hit and not break the plane of the net. Another big thing you must watch for aside from the opposing teams kills is their tips. If they knew that you are going to be there for the block then they may barley hit the ball over so it lands right beside or behind you. So you must be able to know whether they are going to tip it or spike it. If you are playing the net you cannot touch the net or cross the line underneath the net or it is called on your team and the opposing team gets the ball back.

October 27, 2008 was the start of the best day of her life as she would soon find out. Her younger sister named Shawneequa, 14 months, her younger brother named Vern, three years old, and of course Marion, only 5 years old. T’was the night when her mother and father were consuming lots of alcohol with friends who even, she did not recognize and she knows her parents have a lot of friends. They were in a disagreement and murmuring about each other, about who is doing what and what was happening. There were lots screeching and chaos going on that was coming from our house. Her mom's aunt, who was a neighbor at the time, was getting very apprehensive and decided to call the police to come over and see what was happening. Then, all of a sudden, she could hear the sirens get louder and louder as she saw them pulling up in the driveway. The blue and red lights were submerging through the curtains and reflecting off the mirror. Marion and her brother were getting scared so we shut the curtains and her mother attempted to turn off all of the lights. After asking her mom’s aunt, her mother, and Marion a few questions and then shortly after apprehending her dad, the police told all the children to get outside and stay in this one little spot on the cement by their driveway.

With the rapidly development of English, English becomes a lingua franca in the world. English language is spoken by over1.5billion people around the world (“Mufwene, S.”, 2010). Non-native speakers are far outnumber of native-English speakers which means that many people who come from different backgrounds and different native language are using English as a common language for communication(“Mufwene, S.”, 2010). In other words, English have an important position today; it affects more and more people use it as a common channel for communication or in the aspect of sharing academic information. However, although English has many advantages, it is threatening to the position of other languages in the world, for example, some languages are facing