Significant Setback Research Paper

An incident that occurred in my life that I could consider a setback was my heart surgery when I was in high school. I need to have aortic heart surgery done because I was born with a congenital heart condition. Towards the end of my junior year of high school I went to the doctors for a normal checkup and ultimately was told that I need surgery. A little baffled by initial checkup we had scheduled a second opinion about surgery. After meeting with a second doctor that recommend the same procedure. Unfortunately, this meant that I’d have to stop schooling midway through the school year. Fortunately, through some planning and a lot of school work leading up to the surgery I didn’t have to get held back. This means that

I’ve learned to accept this with grace, to move on, and look forward to the next challenge. For example, when I was in seventh grade, my mom suggested I try out for the middle school volleyball team. I had never played before and was nervous. After two days of tryouts, I was hooked only to find out I didn’t make the team. Wiping my tears away, I went straight to the Aiken sports center and signed up for recreational volleyball. I made the middle school team the following year. I handled my school life rejections and defeat in the same way. I don’t give up.

Sophomore year came, and I was nervous because now there was jv dark and varsity to worry about. I came to tryouts, and gave all my effort on volleyball as well as my friends. They had made the teams, and I never expected to be in jv dark. My best friends didn 't made it to jv dark but I couldn 't miss this opportunity. In addition, I was depressed that I could not be with them, but I needed to be in a team that I knew it was going to help me become better. It surely did because now there was more tasks that I could do. My serves were something no one could receive. Consequently, the only horrible part of jv dark is that I never had the chance to play. I came to practice everyday and I followed instructions, I never complained if we ran, but the coach never showed me that I could be in the court. I did showed her, I tried to show off my abilities in volleyball for her to notice. As a result to that she always put me aside. In effect of this, it brought me down I

It is my junior year of high school and basketball season is right around the corner. I am on the verge of either making varsity or junior varsity this year depending upon my skills. Went through the tryouts and was able to make the junior varsity again for my second year with coach Maloney. I was all excited to play there again seeing I was one out of the three kids that made it back there again. From there it was Cam, Anthony, and I who thought would lead the team because we were the only ones who knew how to run Maloney’s offense and defense well that’s what I had thought was gonna be the case but in reality it wasn't. I thought I would be a starter for the team, but in reality I ended up being a bench player or how I thought of it as a

One failure in my life occurred when I tried out for my high school’s softball team. I had been playing softball for most of my life, and there would only be fifteen players trying out, enough to create a team without cutting anyone, so I got onto the team but found that I wouldn’t have a place on the field because another player occupied my position. So I spent the season figuratively on the bench rather than playing the game I loved.

On July 1st, I had a volleyball tryout and I thought I could not do it and that I would not get on a team. I was so nervous I couldn't stop thinking about the tryout all day. I had kept thinking to myself that I wasn't going to make the team. That night I went to the tryout and I tried my best and I tried to have fun and be happy. Towards the end of the tryout they sectioned us off on to courts to play, I was so let down because I was not on the best court and I kept thinking that I would be on the second team which was the B team. After the tryout, I went home very

Everyone knows that there is always a risk to playing a sport. You put so much hard work and effort in to maybe make the team. From eighth grade to the end of the first semester of my junior year, all of my time was devoted to volleyball. Basically any free time I had I was at private lessons or a skills camp. I put so many hours into this sport that I forgot about other things in my life that are important. Up until the club season of my junior year, I have never been cut from a team and I felt confident that I would not ever because I have already made it that far, but all it takes is one bad night to throw all your hard work away. The night of club season tryouts for 2014 I simply could not focus and was overall out of it. I got cut and to say I was devastated is an

One of the biggest failures I have ever experienced would have to be sophomore year not making the high school baseball team. Baseball was something that meant so much to me and playing for a varsity team was one of my biggest dreams as a kid. When I made the freshman team I thought for sure that was my ticket to varsity. I can remember walking up to the front door on a Thursday morning praying that my name would be on the list. The moment I looked at the list I was crushed, I didn’t know what to do. All I could think is was this the end of my baseball career?

Call it failure to capitalize on an opportunity or failure to commit 100% effort to my team; both would be true and both failures lead to lessons learned my junior year on the high school varsity soccer team. From the time I was little, with my dad as my coach, success came easily and failure was a concept not easily grasped. Playing on the JV team my first two years of high school was pretty much a given, and in hindsight, I realize how valued I was on the team. I started most of the games both freshman and sophomore year and played a significant amount. As my junior year was approaching, I knew this was not going to be the case. Desperately wanting to make the team, lots of training and hard work was how a majority of my summer free time

To think of something that didn’t go my way I don’t have to look back very far. This spring I tried out for the drum major position in the Ohio State University Marching band. I was a member of the band last year and drum major was the next logical step in my journey. I had practiced for months leading up to tryouts. I thought I was ready for anything. During the first of three parts of the tryout process I was twirling down the field and the baton slipped out of my hand during a crucial part in the routine. I was devastated but I thought I still might have a chance. After everyone had tried out we waited for them to announce who had won. Nothing hurt worse than standing there in front of my friends and family and not having my name called.

A setback I have recently faced was not making the varsity cheerleading team my senior year. I know it may not seem that big of a deal to some, but it was to me. I have been cheering since my 8th grade year, and to not make it my senior year was disappointing. When I realized I didn't make it, I felt many different emotions: confusion, denial, sadness, and anger. I stayed angry for a while, like my senior year was already starting off bad, and this was supposed to be my best year. An even though I knew I had other talents and could go on do so much more, it didn't feel right. I've gotten so accustom to going to practice and cheering at the games and seeing my close friends. It’s a different type of bond you have with other cheerleaders, especially

My career continued on to playing at the elite level at a very young age. Because of my athletic talent, being on an older team wasn’t something new to me. Learning to love the challenge was something that I was fond over. Being able to compete with the collegiate athletes was something that inspired me to continue trying to be the best I could be. When it comes to the sport of volleyball, sacrificing my body for anything and everything was something I was known for. Everyone told me that I have two speeds. It’s all or nothing. Injury is another common thing that runs in my family and sadly somehow some way I’m always the one to be getting sent to the ER. Injuries started rolling in like

My freshman year of high school Coach Specht was the assistant soccer coach, at tryouts he told me that I would have a bright future as a player and could possible play varsity as as a freshman. Throughout the year I keep putting in the time and finally half way through the season I got my chance to play my first varsity game. This

I tried out ninth grade year and made the B team. The start of high school volleyball was extremely hard because I was out of shape, and again behind technically. This meant that for the next three years of my life I would have to push myself past subconsciously set limits, and attempt to not only catch up with my fellow teammates but surpass them. This entailed summer workouts Monday through Thursday from eight to ten, starting club volleyball, and staying positive through it all. Despite all of my efforts, during the off season of my junior year my coach told me I was not likely to make the varsity team. Everything I had planned since seventh grade was slipping through my fingers, and I felt completely helpless. Furthermore, that off season consisted of my coach’s indecision on whether I would make the team, and my growing dislike for the sport. Needless to say my last months in volleyball were emotionally draining and because of that I decided not to try out my senior year.

As the season went on, I had worked on my skills and had begun to have personal success in games. As soon as I know it, I ended up being brought up to varsity to add depth since many of our starters had gotten hurt. Even though I did not get much playing time on varsity, I was still very glad to make the team. I knew that hard work really does pay off.