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Personal Narrative: Icing My Arm
Icing My Arm
Failure was not an option. If I wanted to play quarter back, I knew what I needed to do.
Playing quarter back for Heritage High School’s (HHS) Junior Varsity team required an immense amount of perseverance, versatility and dedication. It all began at the HHS football field. My parents arranged for coaching lessons with Coach Fogelstrom, who is a Los Medanos
College quarter back coach and teacher at HHS. My mother dropped me off on a Tuesday morning. I met with him for the first time to discuss my goal to improve my quarter back skills in order to play for the Junior Varsity team.
Grueling quarter back sessions with Coach Fogelstrom ensued. Improving my skills required me to focus on achieving perfect form, footwork, agility and
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