<p>A metaphorical essay that shows the relationship between my football career and my upbringing, well, my mother in particular. </p>
<p><strong><em>Football information (from my chances thread)</em></strong>
-Varsity football Quarterback. (Freshman year we just worked out because we didn't get a coaching staff in time. Sophomore year I was the Varsity backup (although I did play in some Varsity games), started JV and was the captain of JV. Junior year, I was the starter and team captain and was second on the team in touchdowns---only behind our all-metro WR/RB. Senior year...I doubt I'll play. All of our coaches were fired and I knew back in November that I was done. I worked harder than anyone, and I was just sick of the BS that I put up with. I was screwed multiple times. I was no longer happy playing, so I will just move on. Yeah, the attention that goes along with being the quarterback is cool, but that's not what matters. Happiness matters, not highschool "fame".
-I had a Private quarterback coach for football for 2 years. I would go to school from 8-3:10. Football practice from 3:30 to sometimes 6:30, and then a two hour session with private QB coach after that. I did that in the football season and in the summer for 3-4 times a week. My coaches weren't very good, especially the QB coach on my team (we hated each other), so I took the initiative to get better instruction from a legitimate coach outside of what my team provided. </p>
<p>***I don't particularly feel I need to list all the hurdles I've faced in my life, but let's just say I've had my fair share. </p>
<p>I anticipate having a very easy time writing this essay because it's easy for me to relate football and my life.</p>