The summer before freshman year I decided I wanted to play field hockey. I was excited to sign up, however, my mom was hesitant because I had never played before.
Yes, mom, I want to.
You're sure you want to try out for field hockey?
I did not know anyone on the team, thinking that this would be the perfect opportunity to make friends before the school year started.
I want to play and meet new people before high school starts.
I will commit and train throughout the summer, I promise.
You don't know anyone on the team, I want you to have fun.
You need to commit to the sport, if you really want to play.
Pass the ball over here!
During the summer, I went to multiple field hockey camps and clinics to prepare for tryouts.
I'm open! I'm open!
What if I mess up? What if people laugh at me? What if I don't meet people?
On the first day of tryouts, I started to get discouraged. My mom noticed and tried to get me excited.
I know you're going to play great today! You have worked so hard this summer and it will all pay off!
Tryouts began with a timed mile, which quickly became the excersice I dreaded most.
I hate running!
When we started to do more skill work, I noticed that most of the other girl were more advanced. I felt as though I was embarrassing myself with every mistake I made; I knew I was falling behind the group.