The Only Girl

Before I started my freshman year I was known as the "girl that plays football." I got alot of praise from my piers, who were primarily girls and some guys. The attention was nice but it wasn't something I really didn't want. I was just playing for the fun of the game. I was just naturally good at catching and liked like being aggresive in a sport. I rememeber the day when I had to pick up my gear and I was so nervous because I was curious to what the boys would think. I didn't realize how much gear I would have to wear. Some of the guys already knew who I was so it wasn't suprising because they knew me as the tomboy.After my mom picked me up, she said how it went and asked if I had changed my mind on the whole thing. My mom wasn't my biggest fan, but dad gave full support. He said " I'd rather have a daughter that kick ass as a quaterback then some cheerleader!" I thought that was the coolest thing for a dad to say. The gear was not what I expected, the helmet was really heavy and it squeezxed my head, the pads were hard to put in the pants, the pants looked like they were still dirty from last five years, and worst of all was the chest pad. Apparently I didn't strap the chest pad on correctly for a couple of days and my coach had to fix it, while I was wearing it.That was akward. I also had to braid my hair and push it down the back of my chest pad.
My first day of practice, I was so nervous and scared at the same time. My approach on this experience was that I was going to be a solid player but I didn't realize how much work it was. I didn't even know where to dress, but I had a locker room that was the coach's locker room but they never really used it. It looked like a janitors room and the after someone used the bathroom,the toilet would flush over and over. When we first started to practice we started with a warmed up. This was the middle of the afternoon and it was summer time, so I had to keep up with the boys and fight against the heat. Four hours of practice and only two water breaks. It was the hardest week I ever went through. I got the worst farmer's tan, half my legs was brown and the other half was white. The plus side was that I was getting a major workout, I was in the best shape of my life. After a couple of weeks I got use to the routine and the guys were nice to me.Eventhough they were nice off the field, they weren't on the field. After a couple of weeks and getting over every ache in my body I got use to the schedule. I ended up playing wide reciever, I didn't start but the x recievers switched in and out every play, so I got alot of playing time. I proved that I could play after playing against the JV team when I caught a touchdown, but unfortuanatley that was my last touchdown.I caught a few passes but didn't catch a touchdown in the games.
As sad as that is, I did have fun playing. The game is very intense and every touchdown or fumble is based on what the whole team does. I have messed up, especially in the last game which wasn't the best way to end my last season. For any girls that want to play, its a sport that you want to do, stick with it until the end of the season, never stop running or else your going to get smashed, always make sure you gear is tight, and most of all never be intimadated. I didn't return because I didn't like being the only girl that played football and it is hard for girl's body to go through that full on aggresive sport. Their has been girls that have played on other teams and they are all amazing players. I gained a reputation of being tough and people still just know me as the girl that played football. It was an amazing experience and I definatley won't forget what I achieved as being the only girl in a man's sport.

Four Brothers, One girl

I am the oldest of five kids in my family. One girl and four boys from variety of ages. Chris, 11, Dohny, 8, Brandon, 6, Ed, 2 and me, 16. Being the oldest you learn alot about responsiblity like never leave your homework out on the table because your bother sees it as something to draw with, or never leave your food/drink on the computer because somehow they bump into it. No matter how many times they may have drawn on your homework or spilled your drink on the keyboard, the oldest is always blamed. The biggest part about being the oldest is that I had to be mature at a very young age, but I still goof around alot. Since they are all young, they don't fully comprehend what are is going on with the family. Each of my brothers opinions on what my dad does as a job varies, just like how I was when I was each one of their age. Ed thinks that my dad has the coolest job ever, working for planes. I was once just like that, but my dad said that he doesnt like his job as much because of the company he works for, so my opinion changed as well.


All my brothers bring a different spice to our mixed racial family. Ed, young and adorable is the life of the family beacause everything revolves around him and he gets away with everything. He looks just like my mother but would rather hang with my dad, just like how all my brothers did. Brandon is the funny one, he trully acts like a big brother to Ed. He believes that he is great at any sport and always gives it his all. Dohny is the quiet and shy one, but he is the smartest one by far. He constatnly suprises us with his witty answers. Christian is the oldest boy but I believe he is goin through puberity. Now he is acting as if he is the coolest guy ever, being a 6th grader in middle school. He loves the attention and definatley knows how to get it.All these personalities clash inside our house but each of us mellows each other.



I have to share a room with them and they are always dirty and very sloppy, but what do I expect from a bunch of boys. At least they love to take showers, except for one. They don't throw away their trash, don't clean their beds, throw their sweatshirts on the floor instead of hooking it and my biggest peeve is losing the remote to our T.V! I get very annoyed and start lashing out at them, but my parents yell at me to calm down. Sometimes I want to tell my parents, "why have four sons when they can't do anything?", but thats my angry side. Suprisingly, my brothers aren't as tough as I am, so they get all upset when I make fun of them. It's very fun but I have limits to how far I can go, which sometimes sucks. Eventhough we fight for fun or seriously I can't imagine being an only child.They are definatley the best brothers a girl can ask for!

Statment of Purpose

The Beatles

Whenever someone asks me who your favorite band is, without a doubt it’s always going to be The Beatles. Paul McCartney, John Lennon, Ringo Starr, and George Harrison are, in my opinion, one of the greatest bands of all time. Although they had broken up since 1970, their music carried on from my father’s generation to mine. They may not be as popular as they were back in the ‘90s but people still celebrate and remember their music after nearly forty-two years.

Rock Band, one of the greatest games created, has become one of the world’s most desired games of the 21st Century. Their newsiest sequel is Rock Band: The Beatles. This is the first that Rock Band has ever chosen to pick a band as its main theme. I believe that they chose The Beatles because they had numerous singles and anyone knows at least one song written by them.

If I was born during their time, I would definitely join the fan’s riots and sing every song. Every concert would be filled with girls screaming and every guy would have their signature mop hairstyle. Like every legends in the entertainment industry, fans want what they have and more. There was a point to where concerts weren’t about the music because the fans were going crazy just seeing them.

The main purpose of writing this is because they left a legacy of music to my family, myself and to my generation. Their music can be interpreted in different ways, but behind every song is a story. Each story and album goes through a different period in their lives and they can relate to someone else’s life.

Statement of Purpose: The Beatles