I have played soccer my entire life. Since I was four years old, it has been essential to my life. In high school, I was a two-time All-American and was recruited to play at the division 1 level in the Atlantic 10 conference. Having been so successful in high school, I expected to start immediately as a freshman. In all honesty, this belief was rather naïve because when I showed up for preseason, I was top 5 worst players on the team. I only made three appearances as a freshman and was thoroughly disappointed with how I performed throughout the fall season. From an academic perspective, I excelled. I maintained over a 3.75 GPA and was recognized by my coach for having the highest GPA on the team.
When the season ended, I had a lot of fun with my teammates and enjoyed my time off from playing so much soccer. Over winter break, I was invited to participate in the Honors Program at my school. After thinking about the great opportunity, I accepted. When I arrived back on campus for the second semester, we jumped right back into training for our spring season. The amount of work I have put into soccer for a meaningless spring season while not being able to focus heavily on my academics is absolutely unbelievable. About two weeks into this intense training, I get bronchitis. I lift and play through the illness for a week, but after a while, it becomes too much. I then sat out for about two weeks to get better.
Eager to start playing again, I went against the doctor’s orders and went back to training. After training for a week, I realized that I was starting to get worse and that I should sit out again. Here I am now, at 2:30 AM on a Wednesday night, and I cannot get over my teammates and their ‘macho man’ comments about how I am being a [derogatory term] and I should play through it. I cannot get over my coach virtually belittling me for sitting out with what my doctor said has the potential to turn into pneumonia.
Having experienced division 1 soccer, I am not sure if this is something that I want to continue to be a part of. I love the camaraderie of being on a team. Honestly, 90% of the friends that I have at this school are on the soccer team, but it feels superficial and dependent on my performance as an athlete. My coach can be condescending and does not seem to value me very much, despite the fact that I work extremely hard just to keep up with some of the other players on my team. The physical toll that this has taken on my body is becoming too much, and I want to pursue other interests. Maybe get a job, do an internship, be an RA, or even write for the school newspaper.
Overall, I do not feel happy playing division 1 soccer here and I do not know what to do. My step mother supports my decision to quit the team, as she thinks I could excel in other aspects of life and be happier. My mother does not seem very happy with my decision. She constantly brings up the sacrifices she made and financial support she provided me with throughout my journey to d1 sports. Lastly, my father does not understand my reasoning one bit, despite me meticulously outlining how I feel. He wants me to continue playing and I have felt for a very long time that he has been living his dreams through me, which is why it is so hard for him to let go of my career. He has always said that he wants me to play professional soccer, which I think is possible, but I just do not feel that passion for that I once had.
Also, I am not receiving any type of athletic scholarship from my school. I am just getting a hefty academic package along with a good financial aid package. What do you guys think?