I made the JV soccer team for the first time this Autumn; however, I will be playing for the team for the second year. Last year I found myself on Fresh/Soph despite my best efforts. I was angry and felt a lack of drive, but I remained steadfast in my effort of showing my ability. Halfway through the season I had been playing up on JV in order to help them out with numbers whenever a player was injured. After my last game playing up the JV coach invited me to officially join the team. While stubborn and still brooding, I accepted the offer with the assumption that if it wasn’t me, someone else would fill the spot anyways. I have no power to revolt. Sometimes I wish I could put my coach in a tough position in order to force them to acknowledge a mistake. Unfortunately, pride is something coaches hoard and refuse to relinquish any amount of. My love of playing the beautiful game struggles to eclipse my frustrations often and I despise how it gets to me. I understand the position my coach is put in with his no cut policy and yet I refuse to respect it. Ultimately, I have no choice but to accept.…show more content… The team has won the division three years in a row and yet I find myself repressed under a kit I have no pride in. From what I know of previous years, teams always struggle to find their feet and get moving, but I still have little faith. I find myself in a position coveted by none; nevertheless, experienced by many. I like to think I have a fire burning within me, a hunger for validation, for recognition. I don’t want to care what my coach thinks of my ability. I have no control over my desire for approval. I am not special in my lust for recognition. I am not different in my hypocritical eagerness to please. I am of
