More Than Just a Coach I first met Mr. Olson as a freshman algebra one student. At that time for me, I didn’t think he would have a great influence in my life. But now that I am a senior, and I have gotten to know him more as being an athlete, he has made an admirable mark in my life by being a great role model. He is more than just a math teacher and a running coach, he is someone who emphasizes strength and the importance of believing in yourself. The first quality Mr. Olson accents is the ability to have strength and power no matter the situation or adversity. I remember it was the beginning of school last year. Mr. Olson was gone sick for the longest time and I never knew what illness had brought him down. It wasn’t until my junior year …show more content…
I competed in cross-country for the first and last time my senior year, and it is true when they say that cross-country is a mental competition. It was by far the toughest sport I have ever participated in and it really hit me when I was running in the Western Dubuque race. I was over half way done with the meet, but the pain from the pounding in my head to the tight pressure in the soles of my feet was beating me up. My mind was constantly reminding me of the pain I was feeling and how easy it would be to just stop running. As I was making my way down a hill, I could hear coach Olson in the background telling me to keep going. I was so tired of running and out of breath I shook my head at him. No matter how painful the cramps were or how thin the air was passing through my lungs, coach reminded me that I can do this, I was strong enough, and to believe in myself. I knew all the hard work I have put into the season and I knew I have been through worse amount of pain. That small reminder of believing in myself had helped me finish that race. It’s good to have someone there to remind you what great qualities you possess as a person, but it’s even better when you know how to recognize them yourself. Being able to work with Mr. Olson has pushed me to aspire for my best potential. The endeavor to do my best has radiated pride of the good qualities
The team performed our usual routine; fifteen minute warm-up, body exercises and cheered on the boys running before our race. Everything was in place, I thought. We lined up on the line, exchanged phrases of luck and prepared for the gun. The gun went off and our feet flew down the field. Upper Darby would succeed in our goal, I felt
With a different impression compares to the rigid ness and strictness from other coaches, I was even more certain that it 's an unexpected luck for me to join track after the first conditioning: not only because my coach 's easygoingness, but also for
And when things get harder or easier for me in life the things that he taught me I will always remember and never forget them this gave me a huge understanding of the people that just wanna become better, and those who dont wanna get better and achieve nothing. This goes from my intro from In These Girls, Hope is a Muscle. This shows how the captain of the team was pushing the team, and my personal mentor would be my coach on the way he pushed my team to finally win a state championship from the last state title being over 30 years ago
I am Nick Drew, senior football player at Campbell University looking to one day become a Division 1 Football Head Coach. What I want in life is for my family and I to be happy and successful. I think those are two of the biggest, yet simplest things about life. If I’m happy and successful then I believe that everything else will fall into place. Along with my family being happy and successful I also want my players that I coach to be happy and successful.
As a child, I have played a variety of sports including softball, volleyball, and basketball, although softball has always been my main sport. I used live in Bolingbrook and was about 10 years old, when I was playing for the Inhouse 10U Bolingbrook Panthers softball team. My father was the coach for our team, so which meant I’d practice a lot with him. I would practice extra after school, focusing on my main positions on the field, which were pitching and third base, I would also practice batting. My father had always motivated me to become better in sports and school, he also prepared me for college by training me.
Left It All Out On The Field This quote is from the daily record, mentioning me after the Smithville football game. “As much as he tried to fight it, Chippewa’s Jake Hall couldn 't control his emotions. Like many of his teammates, the senior linebacker left just about everything he had in him on the field friday night in a 23-20 overtime win at Smithville in Wayne County Athletic league play”. This was by far my best game of my senior year football season.
Then, tragedy struck the team; three of our fastest girls were injured and out for the season. Now, I wasn’t happy about them being sidelined, but it did finally give me a chance to recover my placement from the beginning of sophomore year. I wanted to help lead the team to state, and with what my coach had previously said, it didn’t appear to be too far out of my reach. However, “too far” should have been followed by an asterisk, as my season soon spiraled out of my
Walk-On I woke up in my hotel bed on a Saturday. This day could make me or break me. The scouts from Ohio State, Notre Dame, and the University Of Michigan would be there. If I perform like I did this whole season I will have a full ride football scholarship from these schools and many others.
North Andrew hadn’t been to a state championship game since the early 90’s. This isn’t acceptable in a small football town like mine. Everyone knew something had to change. It wasn’t until my sophomore year in 2012 that we finally made it back to a state championship. We had a new coach that year and a lot of talent.
Mike Head, my freshman World History teacher, was the human embodiment of kindness. Consistently clad in his argyle sweater vests, polo shirts, and bright blue New Balance running shoes, Coach Head would roam the halls of George Walton, his shiny bald head like a beacon in a sea of students. Every day, Coach Head would make a point to greet and converse with students and faculty, brightening their days. Coach Head challenged the conventional history classroom; often encouraging the class to stand on top of the desks to “see things from a different angle.” In the second quarter of the school year, he brought a coffee maker into the classroom.
I smiled gently as my feet sunk into the warm sands of the Punta Cana coast. During a short snorkeling expedition on the magnificent coral reefs, I was abruptly awoken by a loud series of bangs. Who was outside the door this time of night? As the banging got louder, my anger quickly morphed into terror. My mind began racing with the infinite possibilities awaiting me outside the safety of my bedroom.
It was the last inning in our all-star game, and we were losing 10 to 8. Our team had 2 outs and we couldn’t get the third. Our pitcher was doing bad, throwing all balls, while all of us in the field were tired, ready to fall asleep at any moment. There goes another walk. They score again.
As soon as I scraped my sweaty hands into the dirt and pulled myself up to go face my team a startling realization occurred to me. This loss, this heart-shattering defeat, was the ultimate test. Would I let it pull me down, or would I struggle to my feet and come back even stronger? After all, running must mean something to me if this failure hurt so tremendously, I thought.
I quickly finished tying my shoe and hopped onto my purple mountain bike and we were off. Logan my brother who I love sometimes,Cassie My best friend, Easton Cassie’s brother,Sawyer Cassie’s brother, Mr. Wychers and I were going to ride our bikes through a trail off in the woods and go to Whistle stop and then cut through town and head to Houseman's. The sky was cloudy and the daylight was being blocked by a thick dark cloud, which looked a lot like a rain cloud. We started to cut through a dead cornfield, lifeless tall brown and crusty plants sat in a single spot and as the soft wind blew the once luscious herbs. I felt the dead greens slap me in the leg and burrs got stuck to my pant leg.
I am a freshman in highschool and I have had many good teachers, but none were as good as Mr. Crane. Mr. Crane was my sixth period U.S. History teacher in eighth grade. Mr. Crane had been teaching for many many years before I got to class and I was proud to say that I was the last class to have him.