I have had the pleasure of playing lacrosse for my hometown for the past eight years. Watching the sport go from being nearly unknown in my town to being one of the most exciting games within my community has been an unbelievable experience. My father and two older brothers all played lacrosse before me, so I’ve always thought I was destined to play the game. In fact, when I was born my father put a lacrosse stick in my crib. Since then I have learned to use lacrosse to help clear my mind by frequently going in my backyard, practicing my dodging, and shooting repeatedly until I’m out of breath.
Academics in my family are taken very seriously. I aspire to graduate towards the top of my class, and to earn excellent grades in college as well. I always try to be an A and B student, which certainly won’t change when I enter the collegiate level.
My father was one of the original founders of my high school team, as well as the local youth lacrosse program. Also, my two older brothers were some of the first lacrosse players for my High School. Consequently, expectations for me entering high school were very high and I was given the same jersey number worn by my older brothers. However, I have used those high expectations to make me into the player and person I am today. I have learned to thrive on the pressure of being a second-generation lacrosse player and I use it as fuel to help my game and other life challenges.