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Me, In Paragraph Form
Hi, My name is Lesley and I am currently 16 years old. As you can tell from my website I love Whose Line Is It Anyway,
Star Wars, Music and Walt Disney.
I like writing and I want to be a writer. Well, not just a writer, I also want
to be an astronaught, a director and producer, CEO of Disney, something to do with animals (zoologist?) and maybe even something
in advertising.
Right now, my favorite class is Spanish II, I truely like spanish, but Mr. Clark(the teacher) is excellent
and makes it worthwhile. (I'm not sucking up, he probably won't see this).
I used to play the bassoon(see picture
below) for three years and clarinet for three years prior to the bassoon. I liked the basssoon better. Even though I am
not in band, I love music. Real music, not this modern "hip" stuff. I do miss being in band from time to time,
but my time had come to quit. I listen to it all the time.
Currently a few of my friends and I joined the new bowling
team. It is so much fun. It gives us a chance to hang out after school and learn something new. None of us are terribly
great and before this league started I doubt any of us had ever bowled more than 10 games in our lives, but we are progressing
quite nicely.
I have come to the sad realization that the sport that has shaped and defined my life for as long as I can remember will come
to an end this December. Sad realization, I don't know exactly what I am describing as sad. Am I describing the fact that
my life as been defined by this sport as sad or the fact that I am not sad that it is ending?
I have played on 18 soccer
teams in 10-11 years. This summer I went to Holland to play in an international tournament and was greatly disapointed.
I have always dispised practice, I know they were necessary and I have never thought I was the best nor not in need of practice,
but practice has always grated my nerves. It has always seemed like a waste of my time, not that I wasn't being taught anything,
just that I had to take time out of my day to go and practice, not play.
You can ask any of my coaches, not that you
would, but they will tell you that I have never taken practice seriously. Sure, I worked hard, but they were never something
I wanted to be at. Personally, I believe that the games are where your focus and determination should be directed. Not practices.
I could feel soccer coming to a close last March during tryouts, when I was questioning myself on if I wanted to be there
or not. But I felt a sense of loyalty to my coach and my teammates. I still loved the games in March.
This summer in
Holland was my breaking point. There I was in a beautiful country that I had never even been close to before, and what did
I do most of the time I was there? I practiced and played soccer. I hate practicing, so how great was my vacation where
all we did was play soccer. I was in this foreign country filled with exquisite vistas and what did I spend my time looking
at? Soccer fields and soccer balls.
Now one of my recent hobbies is photography. I have two cameras, a panasonic, named
Steve, and a Nikon N60, named Bubba. I love my cameras and I love playing with them. Normally I could take like 4 rolls
of film at a zoo. So I was so excited to go to Holland. When I packed my bags to go, I had 17 rolls of film, and I didn't
think that would be enough. Unfortunatly, we spent most of our time concentrating on soccer. I came home with only nine
rolls used. I had 17, only used 9. If I had a good vacation and actually done some of the things that were promised to us,
I would have undoubtably easily come back with 30 used rolls.
I knew when I signed up to go that this would be a soccer
trip and I wasn't thrilled. But during the meetings before we left, we were led to believe that it would be primarily a sightseeing
trip with a little soccer thrown in.
When I was first offered to go, I wanted to say no. I didn't want to go to Europe
to play soccer. Not to mention how incredibly expensive that would be. (I'm very picky with what I spend my money on. Ok
I can admit it, I'm kind of cheap. I hate spending money.) I had already said I didn't want to go with the school sponsered
trip to Europe because I thought it would cost to much.
I agreed to go because my mother thought it would be a good opportunity
to see Holland, and like I said earlier, that at the meetings we were led to believe I would.
So I decided in Holland
that I didn't want to play soccer anymore.
My sense of loyalty to my select team prevented me from stopping right then
and there. The season runs from September to December, but basically it starts in March with tryouts. I couldn't bear to
leave my team and my coach like that. My mother says its a wonderful quality and that I should be proud of myself for my
sense of commitment. I see her point, but frankly I hate my sense of commitment right now.
I also had to play school
soccer. And I am sure you are all thinking, "yeah right, she HAD to play school soccer. If she really wanted to quit,
she would have and should have." Well, the reason I HAD to play soccer for the school, was because last May, when I
still kind of liked soccer, I filled out a P.E. waiver form that said that I didn't need to take P.E. because I participated
in directed athletics at school(soccer and track). My schedule is full of classes that are going to benifit me later in life
because they are math, science and foreign languages, all stuff that appeals to colleges. I don't want to drop one of those
to take P.E. When my sister registered for her freshman year of high school last May, they told my mother(and the group of
parents who were also registering there freshman to be) that if you request a P.E. waiver and something changes on it after
you file it, like you no longer play soccer, they can take the waiver away from you and make you take P.E. even though you
still run track. So for fear of not graduating, I forced myself to turn out for soccer at high school.
I made varisity
for the first time this year. Something I should have made my freshman year. It is really bad when I can admit that I was
better than some of the people on varsity and I wasn't on there with them. Unfortunately, the coach is an a--hole. Yes,
normally I don't swear, but this guy deserved it. He played favorites, he wasn't a people person, he didn't coach; he showed
off, well attempted to, and would give contradictory instructions. Do this, don't do that! Why aren't you doing this?
Finally,
I sprained my ankle. This occured during a game and the man never got off his chair, yes he sat in a chair and yelled during
the game, or asked if I was ok. The trainer helped me off the field, and if he hadn't been there, I probably would have been
stuck there because my coach didn't give a d--- about me because I wasn't his favorite.
What really set my parents off
though, was not only that he didn't even ask if I was ok, but the fact that one of his stars got hurt a game later and he
immediately jumped out of his chair and ran out to help her off the field.
So his acts, or lack there of, angered my
parents beyond belief. My mother wrote two letters to the athletic director and the pricipal. My sister and I quit varsity
after she had four games in, because we heard once that you needed to have four games in to earn a varsity letter. The jerk
didn't put my sister in game number four, so we left without her actually lettering, but we could stand it no more. We will
just buy and sew the letter on her letterman's jacket when she gets one.
We dropped down to JV, which was fine. I had
played on JV for two years prior to this and knew the coaches well and liked them. I respected the coaches and they respected
me. They gave me an awful lot of power and had a lot of faith in me.
Still it is time for me to leave.
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Me, All You Could Ever Want Or Need To Know In A List
Well, until I run out of things to list.
Favorite TV Show: Whose Line Is It Anyway
Favorite Movie: See Movie Page
Favorite Book: Bag Of Bones
by Stephen King
Favorite Song: See My Music Page
Favorite Class/Subject: Spanish and Chemistry
Favorite
Teacher: Mr. Oare and Mr. Clark
Favorite Animal: Panda
Favorite Color: Blue
Favorite Actor:
Tim Curry and Tom Hanks
Favorite Actress: Natalie Portman
Favorite Sport to Play: Track and Bowling
Favorite
Sport to Watch: Track and Ice Hockey
Favorite Director: Ron Howard and Steven Spielburg
Favorite Disney
Movie: The Little Mermaid
Favorite Accordian Wielding Weirdo: Weird Al
Favorite Piano Man: Billy Joel
Favorite Pinball Wizard: Elton John
Favorite Band: The Beatles and Queen
Birthday: March 25th
Height: 5'4"
Hero: Vanessa
Hobbies: Photography, Reading, Writing, Being Weird, Pointlessly
Surfing the Web, Goofing Off With My Friends, Etc...
Right now, my dream is to be the CEO of Disney(or some other position in high, near total, power) and stop the corruption
and increasing decrease of quality. I know I am not Walt Disney, but I do believe that his ideas, were what should be the
continuing tradition in the Disney Corporation. I am not Walt, but I would like to continue his dreams and goals.
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