I play soccer. I have played soccer since I was about 4. This means that I have played for 15 years. That's a really long time; like an almost insane about of time. I love this game with my whole heart. I don't know where I would be without it. I thank my mom almost daily for putting me in it when I was a kid.There were definitely trying times. Times when I didn't think my body could handle anymore or times when I had enough of the bull shit coaching or times were I had awful teammates. I always stuck with it though.
Growing up in a pretty small town made in tough playing the sport I love. Half the time to even be on a decent team my parents would have to drive at least an hour to get me to practice everyday. In retrospect I honestly don't know how they did it, because I also have two little brothers that were involved in sports and other things. I didn't know that I really loved playing and wanted to continue as long as I could until I was about in middle school. I told my parents that I wanted to get really serious about playing soccer and that I wanted to play in college. My parents didn't really believe me. So to prove it to them I started staying after practice with my coach and working extra. I did this for a whole year. It's then that my parents realized I was extremely serious about this. My parents basically dropped everything and started helping me find another club team that was more serious and had more resources for me to play on. My dad started watching videos on YouTube to help him learn more about the game and help me understand more about the game. At about this time I was about to enter high school.
All throughout high school my love for soccer grew immensely. My dad found a really good Keeper Trainer who I worked with for about 3 years. I learned so much from him. To this day I still talk to him about once a month about just what is going on in each others lives. I started staying and working with my high school coach also. He taught me a lot. About my sophomore year I started emailing college coaches and inviting them to ID clinics and tournaments that I was going to be playing in. Eventually, I found my way here to DC. I have no regrets about my decision to come here.
Playing in college has taught me a lot. Not only has it taught me valuable skills like time management skills and how to communicate effectively but also the true meaning of friendship. Some of my teammates now I will cherish forever.
Tuesday, January 24, 2017
Week 2 Response
Community is important to me. Community is important in everyday life; you can be a part of many different communities. One community that I was a part of during high school was my group of friends. We all played basketball together, from 5th grade until our senior year of high school. We basically all grew up together; went through the high's and low's together. Sometimes our low's were really low and we needed each other immensely. Sometimes our high's were really high; some of my best memories were with these girls.
There were 5 of us. One of the girls didn't really become friends with us until our junior year of high school but she still fits in perfectly with the group. The other 4 I have known basically my entire life. We share a bond that can never be broken; we all have been through literally everything together. Spending that mush time with people you would think we got annoyed with each other, we occasionally would, but it was never too bad. No matter where we go in life I know that if I ever need anything, I can go to those girls for help.
Now that all of us are away at college, it can be tough hanging out. Out of the entire winter break, we only hung out once. This kind of sucked but at the same we were all busy working or doing family stuff. The time we hung out though was awesome. We spent the whole day making cookies and watching Christmas movies. I think we made like 7 batches of cookies and 2 batches of Buckeyes. It was a good time; hardly any baking supplies got wasted. I think this is like the fourth year in a row that we have made cookies before Christmas. I remember the first year we started this little tradition we basically got into a huge food fight. There was flour everywhere; it was not fun to clean up. Our mothers were very upset needless to say. I can seriously say that I look forward to our future cookie baking times.
These girls will forever be in my life. I intend to be in their life forever also. They are some of my closest friends. This is also one very important community in my life.
There were 5 of us. One of the girls didn't really become friends with us until our junior year of high school but she still fits in perfectly with the group. The other 4 I have known basically my entire life. We share a bond that can never be broken; we all have been through literally everything together. Spending that mush time with people you would think we got annoyed with each other, we occasionally would, but it was never too bad. No matter where we go in life I know that if I ever need anything, I can go to those girls for help.
Now that all of us are away at college, it can be tough hanging out. Out of the entire winter break, we only hung out once. This kind of sucked but at the same we were all busy working or doing family stuff. The time we hung out though was awesome. We spent the whole day making cookies and watching Christmas movies. I think we made like 7 batches of cookies and 2 batches of Buckeyes. It was a good time; hardly any baking supplies got wasted. I think this is like the fourth year in a row that we have made cookies before Christmas. I remember the first year we started this little tradition we basically got into a huge food fight. There was flour everywhere; it was not fun to clean up. Our mothers were very upset needless to say. I can seriously say that I look forward to our future cookie baking times.
These girls will forever be in my life. I intend to be in their life forever also. They are some of my closest friends. This is also one very important community in my life.
Thursday, January 19, 2017
The Lancet
I like to keep up with what is going on in the medical field. I like to check different sites to see what is going on; typically I check about 3 or 4 of them at least once a week. One of my favorites is TheLancet.com. It's a good site with a variety of stories. I also feel like if I do this I will have an edge over everyone else because I will already know what is going on. I like to just learn and expand my knowledge on things that interest me.
One of the featured articles this week was about a new way to check for cancers. Particularly prostate cancers. Typically, a male would need to have some sort of biopsy that led to pain, bleeding and infection. With new technology and procedures, a multi parametric MRI could be used instead. This new procedure could lead to better accuracy and less pain due to incisions and such.
One of the featured articles this week was about a new way to check for cancers. Particularly prostate cancers. Typically, a male would need to have some sort of biopsy that led to pain, bleeding and infection. With new technology and procedures, a multi parametric MRI could be used instead. This new procedure could lead to better accuracy and less pain due to incisions and such.
Week 1 Response
I reach in my pocket and find five items. This includes; a 1997 quarter, keys to a car, a receipt to The Red Mule, bullets and a ripped brochure to Defiance College. I look at these items for a long time and can't remember what happened.
Looking down, I realize I'm not wearing my own clothes. I'm wearing a ratty old pair of sweats and a t-shirt three sizes too big for me.
As I look more closely at the five items I found in my pocket, everything slowly starts to come back to me. The quarter is from the year I was born, looking shiny and brand new, no scratches or smudges in sight. The keys are to a 1987 Chevy Silverado, my mom's car she had the year I was born. The receipt is to a restaurant that has been closed in my hometown for almost ten years. The bullets are from a gun that I had last night. The brochure is from giving a recruit a tour two days ago.
I remember that while I was giving the recruit a tour, two days ago, I passed out and was transported to my hometown two days before I was supposed to be born. I wake up to a mysterious man standing by my head. I get up and look around. He starts telling me about how something is after my mom and if I want to live I need to stop it. He tells me where it is going to be and when. I'm baffled. I don't understand.
Suddenly, he disappeared. I'm stuck in a random park and my stomach starts growling. I find my bearings and realize that I'm 10 minutes away from a restaurant that everyone talks about but has been closed down for about ten years. I decide to go eat there and see what the fuss is all about. Once I get there, it's so crowded and there's people I know everywhere. It's just a dinky little bar but I stay and order some mini tacos. This was probably one of the best decisions I have ever made; they were so good. Once I'm done eating I pay my bill and make my way outside. I look down and see something shiny. I bend down to pick it up and find it's a quarter. I put it in my pocket.
I make my way towards my mom and dad's house to sit and watch just in case the monster shows up early. I get there and see that the monster is already there. He's looking through the window.
I'm really confused. Like extremely confused. That guy said the monster wasn't supposed to be around for another day. I look down at my pants and see something shiny. I realize it's a gun so i take it out of my pants and start to shoot at him. I miss but fire a couple of more times; I hit him in the leg and he starts running off. I run inside the house, surprisingly both my parents are still asleep, I take my mom's keys to her truck and start to follow the monster in it. He doesn't get far and I'm on his tail within seconds. I stop the car and start to chase him. Soon, I'm right there and shoot him in the back killing him. He falls to the ground and starts to shake and catches on fire. He disappears completely and all that's left is burn marks on the ground.
I head back to the truck and that guy is sitting in the passenger seat. He explains what happened; then touches my forehead and sends me back to the future. I ended up sleeping through the next day and woke up in a jail cell two days from when I originally left. I don't know how I ended up in a jail cell or how I ended up in these clothes either. All I know is that that is what happened.
I remember that while I was giving the recruit a tour, two days ago, I passed out and was transported to my hometown two days before I was supposed to be born. I wake up to a mysterious man standing by my head. I get up and look around. He starts telling me about how something is after my mom and if I want to live I need to stop it. He tells me where it is going to be and when. I'm baffled. I don't understand.
Suddenly, he disappeared. I'm stuck in a random park and my stomach starts growling. I find my bearings and realize that I'm 10 minutes away from a restaurant that everyone talks about but has been closed down for about ten years. I decide to go eat there and see what the fuss is all about. Once I get there, it's so crowded and there's people I know everywhere. It's just a dinky little bar but I stay and order some mini tacos. This was probably one of the best decisions I have ever made; they were so good. Once I'm done eating I pay my bill and make my way outside. I look down and see something shiny. I bend down to pick it up and find it's a quarter. I put it in my pocket.
I make my way towards my mom and dad's house to sit and watch just in case the monster shows up early. I get there and see that the monster is already there. He's looking through the window.
I'm really confused. Like extremely confused. That guy said the monster wasn't supposed to be around for another day. I look down at my pants and see something shiny. I realize it's a gun so i take it out of my pants and start to shoot at him. I miss but fire a couple of more times; I hit him in the leg and he starts running off. I run inside the house, surprisingly both my parents are still asleep, I take my mom's keys to her truck and start to follow the monster in it. He doesn't get far and I'm on his tail within seconds. I stop the car and start to chase him. Soon, I'm right there and shoot him in the back killing him. He falls to the ground and starts to shake and catches on fire. He disappears completely and all that's left is burn marks on the ground.
I head back to the truck and that guy is sitting in the passenger seat. He explains what happened; then touches my forehead and sends me back to the future. I ended up sleeping through the next day and woke up in a jail cell two days from when I originally left. I don't know how I ended up in a jail cell or how I ended up in these clothes either. All I know is that that is what happened.
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