That aspect of my character led the first years of my high school life.
I refrained from asking questions in class, afraid they might be considered too stupid or dumb by my classmates.
These occurrences only compounded my fears of playing. Sometimes I made great plays, for which I was congratulated.
Now, as I dawn on my senior year of football and am faced with two starting positions, I feel like a changed person.
Each hair on the back of my neck sprang to attention, as I strained to hear the women's inflammatory remarks.
I gripped my bag of Mc Donald's harder with each insulting phrase.From my coaches and fellow teammates, I have learned to work well with others in a group, as it is necessary to cooperate with teammates on the playing field.But most important, I have also gained self-confidence.I was still afraid of making mistakes and getting blamed by screaming coaches and angry teammates. During my sophomore season, my position at backup guard led me to play in the varsity games on many occasions. Most of the time the mistakes were not significant; they rarely changed the outcome of a play.Yet I received a thorough verbal lashing at practice for the mistakes I had made.This essay would have been stronger had he actually shown us, perhaps by including a story or describing an event where his confidence made a difference. Harvard, International experience: Living in Switzerland"Je deteste des Americains," said the old Swiss woman sitting across from me.Her face contorted into a grimace of disgust as she and her friend continued to complain that Americans had no culture, that they never learned another language, and that their inferior customs were spreading throughout Europe like an infectious disease.Without question, my four years in Switzerland changed my life in countless ways.From the minute I stepped off the plane at Cointrin Airport, the vastly different sights along the clean street, the ubiquitous smells of rich delicious French cuisine, and my feelings of excitement about my new surroundings told me that I definitely was "not in Kansas anymore." My school helped greatly in modifying my attitudes, as for the first time I was with peers from countries which I had only read about.I had been living in Geneva, Switzerland for four years, during which time I had attended an international school consisting of over 96 different nationalities. " Did I have no appreciation of anything other than Mc Donald's or Coca-Cola?I had already become fluent in French and had become accustomed to the new culture in which I was living--a culture which I had believed to be rich in tolerance and acceptance. Had I not been touched by the new world I had been exposed to?