My amazing soccer experience
I had a really good week these last five days (btw - we've only been in school for 17 days! Can you believe it????) No major scary tests (english in class and grammar quiz don't count because I wasn't scared about them at all). I had a lot of fun and if I were to write an entry about it, it would seriously go on forever, so I'm going to skip all that and tell you about the highlight of my week.
Wednesday I had a soccer game at Worcester. I wasn't too excited about it because 1) I never get excited about soccer games because it means getting home later and being more stressed for school the next day, 2) I am incredibly incredibly critical of my playing so I usually end up feeling badly about myself and stuff, although in recent games I'd been playing well on the whole, 3) I forget, but I swear I had three reasons. Anyway, even though I love my soccer team so incredibly much and we KICK SOME SERIOUS BUTT , I wasn't happy about having a game that day, especially since Worcester is an hour and a half away from Winsor, meaning long, cramped, make-you-feel-sick bus ride. We got a coach bus, actually, so it wasn't too bad.
But the really amazing thing was the game itself. I didn't start, which is fine with me. I don't really care, in fact I feel like everyone else on my team is so good that I don't want to start because I'll just go out there and make mistakes and feel horrible about myself. Coach Quack put me in 10 or 15 minutes into the game at right forward and I was kinda nervous because she had me take out Emma (freshman), who's really good. I don't mean to brag, but I have to tell you about this because I'm so excited about it. I played so well, the absolute best I've ever played in my entire life. I have a tendency to just kick the ball without thinking because I get scared that someone will take it away from me, but Quakers is always yelling at me to hold on to it, etc. etc. so I've been trying really hard to work on thinking before kicking . Anyway, so I went out there and did my usual tenative, "I'm open" in a really quiet voice so no one will hear me and give me the ball thing, but I ended up getting the ball anyway. Amazingly enough, I controlled my instincts to just kick it and I controlled it and dribbled up the field and around all these defenderrs - which is a first for me because my dribbling skills aren't the greatest - and then I made a really nice cross to someone and they took a shot and I was so proud of myself. Get this - I did it again the next time I got the ball, and the next, and the next!!!! It was so awesome! I was actually really and truly playing for the first time in many many years. I even had a break away where I got the ball and dribbled past all the defenders and had the field all to myself. Usually when that happens, which is like once every ten games, I choke and I get scared and lose the ball for one reason or another. Unh-uh. I kept it, dribbled it and took a good shot on goal, all though I missed.
Anyway, the point of all this is that I played really well and went home feeling good about myself, and now, guess what? I LOVE soccer!!! I love it! I enjoy it, I look forward to it, and I'm excited about having three games next week!
GO JV SOCCER!!!!!!
Love, Maura
Wednesday I had a soccer game at Worcester. I wasn't too excited about it because 1) I never get excited about soccer games because it means getting home later and being more stressed for school the next day, 2) I am incredibly incredibly critical of my playing so I usually end up feeling badly about myself and stuff, although in recent games I'd been playing well on the whole, 3) I forget, but I swear I had three reasons. Anyway, even though I love my soccer team so incredibly much and we KICK SOME SERIOUS BUTT , I wasn't happy about having a game that day, especially since Worcester is an hour and a half away from Winsor, meaning long, cramped, make-you-feel-sick bus ride. We got a coach bus, actually, so it wasn't too bad.
But the really amazing thing was the game itself. I didn't start, which is fine with me. I don't really care, in fact I feel like everyone else on my team is so good that I don't want to start because I'll just go out there and make mistakes and feel horrible about myself. Coach Quack put me in 10 or 15 minutes into the game at right forward and I was kinda nervous because she had me take out Emma (freshman), who's really good. I don't mean to brag, but I have to tell you about this because I'm so excited about it. I played so well, the absolute best I've ever played in my entire life. I have a tendency to just kick the ball without thinking because I get scared that someone will take it away from me, but Quakers is always yelling at me to hold on to it, etc. etc. so I've been trying really hard to work on thinking before kicking . Anyway, so I went out there and did my usual tenative, "I'm open" in a really quiet voice so no one will hear me and give me the ball thing, but I ended up getting the ball anyway. Amazingly enough, I controlled my instincts to just kick it and I controlled it and dribbled up the field and around all these defenderrs - which is a first for me because my dribbling skills aren't the greatest - and then I made a really nice cross to someone and they took a shot and I was so proud of myself. Get this - I did it again the next time I got the ball, and the next, and the next!!!! It was so awesome! I was actually really and truly playing for the first time in many many years. I even had a break away where I got the ball and dribbled past all the defenders and had the field all to myself. Usually when that happens, which is like once every ten games, I choke and I get scared and lose the ball for one reason or another. Unh-uh. I kept it, dribbled it and took a good shot on goal, all though I missed.
Anyway, the point of all this is that I played really well and went home feeling good about myself, and now, guess what? I LOVE soccer!!! I love it! I enjoy it, I look forward to it, and I'm excited about having three games next week!
GO JV SOCCER!!!!!!
Love, Maura