The world i come from isn’t as “spectacular”, as many may think. I come from a home where everyone is “perfect”, plays sports,is the popular kid in school, and where everyone gets good grades. Then there’s me the child that doesn’t get the absolute best grades in the family, who is to shy to talk to people, and a kid that only focuses on soccer. My brothers and sister have so many friends and it seems like everyone likes them, but I’m the total opposite, I rarely talk to people and that includes friends and i never talk to my family. I find it so much easier to have 1 best friend and a couple of good friends you can count on, but to my family that is beyond strange.
Growing up i was always compared to my older siblings. My older sister played soccer for many years and was her graduating classes valedictorian, my sister then got a full scholarship to San Diego college for soccer and was partially for academics. My older brother Cody was a straight “A” student and played soccer, football, and ran track. Then there was the “perfect” child Jason, Jason is 5 years older than me and was by far my dad’s favorite child and still is to this day. Jason played varsity football all 4 years at Saint Bonaventure High School, got a 4.16 GPA, and got a scholarship for sports/ academics and is currently playing football in Oregon. Then there’s my parents, my mom got a full scholarship for playing softball but she turned it down, and my dad turned down his opportunity to play in the MLB because he wanted to focus on his job and his family. I come from a family who is very successful when it comes to sports,and all that does is put pressure on me just so i can impress them some how.
My parents are extremely hard on me when it comes to school and sports. Growing up my parents made me play softball, track and field, cross country, volleyball, basketball, and soccer. Out of all of those sports I’ve only sticked with 3 volleyball, track and field, and soccer. To my parents soccer is the main thing that will get me into college, but in 2011-2013 i took a break from soccer and focused on school. During those years i felt judged by my parents they looked at me different but they also expected a lot more from me,but the strangest thing was my brothers looked at me weird, as if i was an alien. To my family sports is something you need in your life, but to me i could live without it. This year my parents are having me play soccer for Foothill and honestly i thought i would absolutely hate it, but in reality i know i’ve missed playing it. I’m that child that won’t admit when someone is right, so when it comes to playing soccer and won’t tell my parents how i think i did, because that shows i care. I grew up with older sibling and i hung out with older people. When i was in 3rd grade my best friend was in 5th she lived right across the street and i always ended up getting in trouble when i was with her. My brother never got in trouble it seemed like, my parents called me the devil child because i never listened to anything they said or told me to do. I grew up in a house where my parents constantly argued and they never really talked to each other. Between the age of 8-11 my dad stopped going to my soccer games and track meets, so that motivated me to work harder when i was playing. Growing up all i wanted to do is impress my dad and my older siblings i never cared what anyone said except them. I grew up being told i could do better, even when i was pushing myself to do my best. My family is big on encouraging everyone to do their best and doesn’t take no for an answer. I grew up being told that what i was doing wasn’t good enough especially when it came to school. Where i grew up was tough, but i’m definitely glad my parents and sibling pushed me in sports to always do my best.
Growing up i was always compared to my older siblings. My older sister played soccer for many years and was her graduating classes valedictorian, my sister then got a full scholarship to San Diego college for soccer and was partially for academics. My older brother Cody was a straight “A” student and played soccer, football, and ran track. Then there was the “perfect” child Jason, Jason is 5 years older than me and was by far my dad’s favorite child and still is to this day. Jason played varsity football all 4 years at Saint Bonaventure High School, got a 4.16 GPA, and got a scholarship for sports/ academics and is currently playing football in Oregon. Then there’s my parents, my mom got a full scholarship for playing softball but she turned it down, and my dad turned down his opportunity to play in the MLB because he wanted to focus on his job and his family. I come from a family who is very successful when it comes to sports,and all that does is put pressure on me just so i can impress them some how.
My parents are extremely hard on me when it comes to school and sports. Growing up my parents made me play softball, track and field, cross country, volleyball, basketball, and soccer. Out of all of those sports I’ve only sticked with 3 volleyball, track and field, and soccer. To my parents soccer is the main thing that will get me into college, but in 2011-2013 i took a break from soccer and focused on school. During those years i felt judged by my parents they looked at me different but they also expected a lot more from me,but the strangest thing was my brothers looked at me weird, as if i was an alien. To my family sports is something you need in your life, but to me i could live without it. This year my parents are having me play soccer for Foothill and honestly i thought i would absolutely hate it, but in reality i know i’ve missed playing it. I’m that child that won’t admit when someone is right, so when it comes to playing soccer and won’t tell my parents how i think i did, because that shows i care.
I grew up with older sibling and i hung out with older people. When i was in 3rd grade my best friend was in 5th she lived right across the street and i always ended up getting in trouble when i was with her. My brother never got in trouble it seemed like, my parents called me the devil child because i never listened to anything they said or told me to do. I grew up in a house where my parents constantly argued and they never really talked to each other. Between the age of 8-11 my dad stopped going to my soccer games and track meets, so that motivated me to work harder when i was playing. Growing up all i wanted to do is impress my dad and my older siblings i never cared what anyone said except them.
I grew up being told i could do better, even when i was pushing myself to do my best. My family is big on encouraging everyone to do their best and doesn’t take no for an answer. I grew up being told that what i was doing wasn’t good enough especially when it came to school. Where i grew up was tough, but i’m definitely glad my parents and sibling pushed me in sports to always do my best.