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Personal Narrative: My Journey To A Soccer Team
My feet pounded against the ground and sweat beaded down my forehead as I chased after the intruder. All efforts seemed hopeless, but I managed to catch up and tackle her to the ground. As I stood and regained my balance, I heard the worst noise a person in that situation could possibly hear: the blow of a whistle. The referee of our soccer game called a foul against me in the most unfortunate place on the field, and the other team was awarded a penalty kick that resulted in a goal against my team. At the mere age of fifteen, I was one of two sophomores that played for the full eighty minutes of each game. Most days felt like a losing battle as I faced the overwhelming nerves and responsibility of playing on a varsity team with far more experienced players. I was especially crushed by the pressure of the game during the disastrous night of the penalty kick. Tears escaped my …show more content…
As I enter my final season of soccer as a senior captain, I have the opportunity to take all the experiences and lessons that shaped me into the person I am today and instill them into the minds of the underclassmen on the upcoming team. Team captains from the past three years taught me that the combination of perseverance, a strong work ethic, and empathy can lead any team or individual to greatness. The transformation from my awkward, apprehensive fifteen-year-old frame of mind to my confident, spirited eighteen-year-old self excites me as I enter the world of college with the opportunity to grow as a leader and a student and become an impactful member of society. The sport of soccer allowed me to develop the social and problem-solving skills necessary to pursue an engineering career. My personal journey of overcoming difficulty to reach greatness throughout high school has molded me into a person who is eager to face new challenges and benefit the lives of

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