Your Brain, the Muscle. by Skyler

Your Brain, the Muscle. by Skyler - November 2017 Scholarship Essay

Your brain is a muscle, one that is not properly utilized in neuro recollective sports. Not that there is such thing in a school but I can dream. The dance team that I was a part of was very influential in the years that followed high school. The skills of being center stage at a huge football or basketball game during the halftime just seemed natural. I hung out with the girls mostly in high school even though I was a boy. Another sport I took up was chivalric renascence re-enactment events. I battled in stop sign made armor for the hand of a maiden, and yet it was not for me at the age of 13, so I decided to try belly dancing. This was how I was able to make the Dance Team tryouts and go and win 1st place in Districts.
It was good for me to be social with my classmates, I learned competitive sports psychology up close and it is very informative. My career goals were to become a professional student for the rest of my life. Find a job I love and never "work" a day in my life. Science has shown however that if an inconsistent reward is a stimulus, success rate, and intelligence increases. So much for never working, a day in my life. Cheerleading and dance team kept me humble in my bigot housing town, I got picked on and got covered in coffee creamer by people at one particular basketball game and the police got called for bullying.
This experience in sports gave me tolerance and patience when I was given an opportunity to further my education. I took up running and yoga the next few years and did my best to stay focused on the educational goals ahead. High school sports toughen you up for the real life
Some of the major factors of being alone at college revolve around your personal study time and how fast it can be taken from you wish you had. No matter how many sports you wish you could do in your life, you usually have to pick one. The people you interact with greatly influences how your grades will come out at the end of the semester. However finding a shy belly dancing nerd that likes yoga. It is very difficult at the associate with your associates for your associate's degree, on some levels of communication.
So I trucked on, going for the academic grindstone that was denied to me all my life. The experience in high school prepared me for the many challenges. Most of these self-challenges and the ability to over believe I can accomplish everything. Was great when I knew everything, understanding good and well that I was far ahead and far behind in my area of expertise, and would be for the rest of my life made me slow down and accept life for what it was. A slow sport. It did not bother me that the sports I choose in high school were a little different than most of my classmates. It was actually a piece of mind to know that I was the mature male in the entire high school. So by the time I started taking yoga in college it was easy to really concentrate.
My participation in sports has never influenced how my family has related to me. We have always been a bunch of distant inventors reading quietly into the night. Each one of us trying to invent something to out-invent the last family member who started something. My educational drive for a career in being a pro-student was never really grasped by my father, he was also busy inventing stuff and trying to make his first million or Nobel prize. He was the one that went to graduate from the University of Idaho, while my mother stayed behind. The relations in my family through sports has always been very personal and supported. I could take my mother to yoga but she would forget me and drive off after class. She means well, and she has always been there for me if I wanted or needed self-care. But that is my mother, she was a bit of a health nut. She was always willing to give her two cents on what's good for you and then accidentally drive off.