Feeling Responsible

Last weekend, the TLU Bulldogs football team played McMurry War Eagles. We lost big. To be exact, we lost 60-16 at our home stadium. Since we lost this game, we were knocked out of the playoff talk. That really disappointed us since that was our major goal when the season started. Also, that was our biggest lost of out season. Since we couldn't qualify for the playoffs anymore, we decided that we would beat every team left on our schedule no matter what. This weekend we had Hardin Simmons on our schedule and we knew that we need to bounce back after the huge lost. I made it my mission that I would do whatever I had to in practice and in the game this weekend to make sure we had a chance of winning. Turns out that I would be starting this weekend because our starting Tight End was hurt due to a sprained ankle. It would have been my first start as a college football player and I was really anxious when I heard this news. Our first practice to prepare for our game against Hardin Simmons was on Tuesday. Everybody was practicing hard that day and that was a good sign that we were going to have a good week of practice and even a better game against Hardin Simmons. Unfortunately though, in the middle of the practice, I took a wrong step and heard something in my hip pop. It sounded bad and I struggled walking, but I tried to ignore it and practice anyway. The coaches saw me limping up and down the field and told me to sit out for the rest of the day. After practice, I got checked up by the medical trainers and found out that I had a hip pointer and was out for the rest of the week. It was such bad news for me because that means I won't get to start anymore. Since I couldn't play, the coaches had to change up their personnel. Come Saturday, game day, the team traveled to Abilene, Texas while I stayed in my dorm room. We ended up losing 67-17 which to me, was worse than the lose last week. I was disappointed because I felt if I would have played, it possibly would have been a closer game. i hope to never get injured again.

Stressed Out

Since school started, college has had it's ups and downs. Sometimes I have a great day and it makes me proud of myself. Other times, I have a horrible day and I feel sorry for myself. Unfortunately for me, I felt like that for this whole week. On Monday, grade reports came out and I was excited because I felt like I have been working hard and excelling in all of my classes. But when I opened up the website, I saw that out of my six classes, I had three A's, two C's, and a D. Those grades were upsetting. Even though I wasn't happy with my grades, I plan to use them as motivation to work harder. Since my grades weren't up where I wanted them, I had to really work hard this week to attempt to pull them up. The bad thing was that this week was the hardest week I've had based on how much work I had to do. I had a midterm test in Freshman Experience, a test in Contemporary Wellness, and a huge essay due for English Composition all due on Wednesday. Studying for the Frex midterm kept me up all night for the two nights I had before the week. I also spent a lot of time studying for my Contemporary Wellness test. Each day, I was going off of at most five hours of sleep. The only positive that I had was that I have been on track with my essay since the class started it and I had it completed before the it was due. On that Wednesday, I took my two test and turned in my essay. The midterm in Frex was frustrating because I put a lot of pressure on myself to do good. That's is the class that I have a D in and I am striving to pull it up to at least a B. I hope that I did well on that test. The Wellness test was really easy for me due to all of the studying that I did to prepare for it. I was one of the first to finish. Last, I turned in my essay and I felt accomplished that I got through this week. As soon as I started to feel relaxed, we lose our football game to McMurry 60 to 16. It was the worst margin that I have ever lost by since I started playing football. It was a depressing game so now the focus next week will be all football. I'm not ready to have another stressful week.

Weekend Back Home

Since August 10th, the first day that the football players were to report back home, I have never been back home. It's not like distance is a problem, I live in Houston and that's only a 2 hour drive on a good day. I guess I've just been too busy with football and schoolwork. A lot of my friends and people in my residence hall have been back to Houston, multiple times. It was kind of depressing that I haven't been back and I really missed my family and friends. Since this was football bye week, I knew that this weekend was the weekend that I would be able to go home and see my loved ones. I found a ride back on Thursday, packed my bags, and headed out on Friday after I was done with my classes. When I got back in town, I was greeted by my girlfriend and it felt special. Besides my family, she was the one I missed the most. I went to eat dinner with her and friends at Cheddar's restaurant. I was greeted with open arms and it was a warm feeling. I decided to spend the night with some friends and not go home until Saturday morning.  On Saturday, I showed up unannounced at my house and surprised my mother and my brother. My mom was so happy to see me, I guess it's because I am a mommy's boy. I got acquainted in my old room and took a nap on my old bed. That evening, I went to watch my high school play their homecoming game against one of our rivals. We won 27 to 7 and improved our record to 5-1. It's cool knowing that my high school is one of the best teams in Houston. My weekend was great, but what annoyed me the most was the weather. It rained all weekend long and it flooded in some areas. It honestly looked like a hurricane was striking Houston and that frustrated me because I felt like I was limited in what I wanted to do. Sunday, I went shopping and got some things essential for college. After that, I made my way back to TLU. I was happy that I finally went home, but I realized that I have a lot of homework due next week. This is going to be a longer weekend than I thought.

Chip On My Shoulder

Since around 6th grade, my father has been preparing my brother and I for college. He is a school teacher who taught at all levels; elementary, middle, and high school. He graduated with both his Bachelors and Masters from Texas Southern University so he knows a lot about the university lifestyle and he wanted us to be prepared for college so we could be successful. He always told us what to expect and what to avoid as college student. My brother was the first to graduate high school so obviously he was the first to go to college between us. He is one year older than me so every step that he took, I was one step behind him. Unfortunately, my brother's first semester in college was an epic fail. He slept through classes, he partied a lot, and he didn't study much at all. As the semester went by, my parents insisted he tell them what his grades were. He lied and said he had mostly As and Bs. The beginning of second semester, my father took initiative in finding out my brother's grades so he called the school (Xavier University) and asked for them. That's when we found out the horrible news. My brother failed two classes, and a D, B, and an A in the rest. His GPA was below a 2.0. The bad part was that my parents paid almost 20,000 dollars for him to go to the private university. My father was so frustrated with what happened. He made it tougher for me to be trusted in college. My parents didn't want another failure and a waste of money. Because of my brother, I have a chip on my shoulder to come to Texas Lutheran and excel. I want to make my parents proud and I never want to see them as devastated as they were during this situation. Its even harder for me because I am playing football and trying to get a really good GPA, but this situation drives me to be the best student and best son that I  could possible be. I love my parents and I want them to be proud of me. The good thing out of this situation is my brother is now back on his feet and he is getting ready to attend North Texas University with a chip on his shoulder. Hopefully, he can work harder to make my parents proud like I plan to,