Quitting Reflection: Elise Ko-Davis ’21

Before the end of sixth grade, around June, my parents signed me up to join the school soccer team. The tryouts took place one week during the middle of August, and with no experience in soccer, I had no idea what tryouts would look like. Somehow, to my surprise and pleasure, I made the team. But it also made me more scared than ever – how was I going to manage soccer on top of school?

Practice was in the fall, which meant that it was extremely hot. With each passing day, I started to dislike it more and more. I also lacked technique at soccer drills and came in last when we were doing running drills. To top it all off, I had no one to talk to because none of my friends were on the team. I repeatedly asked my parents to let me quit, and eventually, about a month and a half into the season, they agreed, but not before explaining to me that soccer would both help my body become stronger and give me an opportunity to interact with more students.

I felt a little bit guilty for dropping the sport; I wouldn’t have minded having more friends and a fit body. However, I generally don’t regret it. I became less stressed out, I still have many friends, and my grades rose significantly. Quitting, while often seen as an act of failure, can actually be important for a more well-rounded life.


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