Every single summer, my high school hockey team and I have
to compete in a summer league. We compete with other high school hockey teams. It
is pretty important because this is a sneak preview on what our team is going
to look like for the real season. But not only is it a preview to us, but to
the teams we are competing against.
My coach told us all to be there an hour early, but since I had
so much homework, I got there a half an hour early. I was a little scared that
he would be mad but he didn’t even notice. Seeing all of my teammates felt great! I felt
like I hadn’t seen them in forever and when I got there they all screamed and
hugged me. We were reunited. I got dressed with plenty of time to spare. Now, I
was just waiting. I have to admit, I was a little nervous. I felt a little out
of shape and I didn’t know how tired I would get.
Since it is against the rules for your high school coach to
coach the summer league, one of the parents coaches it. But don’t be mistaken, my
coach is right up there watching all of us. Which is even more nerve racking. He is trying to figure out where to put us
when we get to winter hockey, the real deal. Right when I heard the zamboni
finish, I knew it was time to get moving. So I stood up, and headed toward the
locker room door.
The opposing team was already out there warming up, and I was
getting nervous. I know that this game didn’t count, but it counted to me. I want
a good spot on my team for winter so bad. I stepped out onto the ice and
started warming up. I hadn’t skated in about a month so it felt a little bit
weird. I skated around a little bit and the buzzer sounded. It was time.
I skated over to the bench to hear the lineup. I didn’t hear
my name, and I got a little nervous. Did they forget me? I asked my summer
league coach and he told me I was on first line with two juniors who will be
seniors next year. This made me so happy! Just the fact that he trusted me to
be on first line was satisfying enough. Although this was just summer league,
it was turning out to be a great season ahead.
The buzzer then blew again which I knew it meant that it was
game time. I went to my right winger position and waited for the puck to drop. When
it did we won the face off and drew it back to our defense. They proceeded on
getting the puck and passing it to me. I went full speed up ahead and made it
to their zone. I passed the puck to my center and she shot it. No, we did not
score. But it was a pretty positive way on starting out the game. We wound up winning the game. This made me
very happy. I’m pleased with how I played
and hopefully so was my coach. Although I know we are not going to win them
all, this was a good start.
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I'd like to see more commentary in these pieces--not that this is completely lacking it--but I'd still like more. Typical teacher that I am, I always want more (except when it comes to essays to grade!). This is more a narrative than a reflective effort, and like to see the 75% narration/25% reflection ratio flipped.
ReplyDeleteYour grammar is flawless and this is a quite polished effort.