respect matters
Respect matters
When I was young, I really didn’t respect authority unless it were my parents, and that didn’t get me far when I got to high school. I had a bad start to that day because school got under my skin. One day, everything changed when I moved up to varsity football and got into a horrible argument with the running backs coach which is also my positions coach. It was a real eye opener for me, and I had a new perspective on respect. After, that my life wasn’t the same when it came to showing people respect.
I was already mad when going to practice that day because the whole day was going badly for me. When practice started, Interested in it. It was like I was just out of it that day, so I didn’t take it lightly when my coach yelled at me. My coach was 5’6”, with a bald head, light skin, and a grey and black goatee, and he could yell louder than most people. I had an attitude problem, and that day, all of it just came out of me. I knew something bad was going to happen that day; I felt it in my bones. I argued with another coach before my positions coach put me in my place. I argued with the first coach because I didn’t like what he was saying to me at the time. The first coach was telling me that he can move me back down to the junior varsity team, and I told him that he couldn’t do anything to me because he doesn’t have as much seniority as the others coaches have. I told him he was a has-been, and once I said that, the running backs coach called me over.
Earlier that day, I went to my first period class, and my teacher picked on me by calling me out in front of the class, and I didn’t appreciate that at all. I got mad at the teacher and ended up getting kicked out of class. I had so much on my mind that day, and most of it played a big part in me snapping at my coaches. In third period that day we took a test, but I didn’t study so it made me more angry because I didn’t know anything and I was going to fail the test which I did so I was furious.
When I was young, I really didn’t respect authority unless it were my parents, and that didn’t get me far when I got to high school. I had a bad start to that day because school got under my skin. One day, everything changed when I moved up to varsity football and got into a horrible argument with the running backs coach which is also my positions coach. It was a real eye opener for me, and I had a new perspective on respect. After, that my life wasn’t the same when it came to showing people respect.
I was already mad when going to practice that day because the whole day was going badly for me. When practice started, Interested in it. It was like I was just out of it that day, so I didn’t take it lightly when my coach yelled at me. My coach was 5’6”, with a bald head, light skin, and a grey and black goatee, and he could yell louder than most people. I had an attitude problem, and that day, all of it just came out of me. I knew something bad was going to happen that day; I felt it in my bones. I argued with another coach before my positions coach put me in my place. I argued with the first coach because I didn’t like what he was saying to me at the time. The first coach was telling me that he can move me back down to the junior varsity team, and I told him that he couldn’t do anything to me because he doesn’t have as much seniority as the others coaches have. I told him he was a has-been, and once I said that, the running backs coach called me over.
Earlier that day, I went to my first period class, and my teacher picked on me by calling me out in front of the class, and I didn’t appreciate that at all. I got mad at the teacher and ended up getting kicked out of class. I had so much on my mind that day, and most of it played a big part in me snapping at my coaches. In third period that day we took a test, but I didn’t study so it made me more angry because I didn’t know anything and I was going to fail the test which I did so I was furious.