when i was a chiled i lived in south des moines and i moved to indianola when i was 7. every weekend i would go with my grandpa and work with him on heating and air conditioning jobs. i was the goffer, i would go for tools that he would need and help him clean up at the end of the job. my favorite part was the breakfast at dalls on the south side. i always got pancakes while he drank his coffee and bull shitted with the old guys, i think thats why i like talking with old guys more than anyone. i leared from him that face to face conversation is the best way to go. he didnt need a phone unless it was for bussiness. my second best memory is with my dad finishing our basement. he taught me alot about wood working and building. i think this is why i love my wood working. we have built alot of really neat things for many people. beause of my grandpa and my dad i am good with my hands and without that i am not really sure what i would be doing with my life because i hate school.

pasion

my passinon is football ever since i was in 4th grade. my dad taught me damn near everything i needed to know. he made it to every game that he possibly could unless he was out of town. he ran the chains on the sidelines since seventh grade. he was always there to tell me good jor or what i did wrong. every year in that fall was my happiest time of the year because i could hit anyone i wanted between the lines and not get in trouble for it. that was my favorit part the hitting. i learned form my dad that you dont ave to be the biggest to hit the hardest, its the will to hit. he tought me to never back down no matter how big the guy was, and the first thing you do in the game is find the biggest man and let him know who you are and that your not scared. that is also something you can build a team around. if your team sees you scared they wont play as hard as they can because thay are not sure they had your 100 persent effort. my dad was the biggest part of my football career i never really felt bad wehn my mom gave me a hug on sr night when she was crying but when my dad hugged me i lost it and rememberd just why i loved this game and played so hard, i think this is why i didnt stop when i was hurt. my dad had seen every time i came to the sideline hurt and knew how i felt. he watched me from get stitches in my head to getting knocked out, and he was always there to drive me to the hospital the hand full of times.

about me

my name is matt mitchell i am a senior at indianola high school. i try and stay away from this stuff but oh well. any quarks about me are not very special. when i was young i started playing baseball and i played untill i was a sophmore but i just didnt like it anymore. i wasplaying on a tournament team for most of those years, we were the best team for our age. i started to catch and i was good, but catching for all those years damn near every game we played. my sophmore year i got fucked over and really wasnt going to spend that much time doing something i dont like doing and always hurting. then for the sport i love and wish i could still play, football. i started when i was in fourth grade on the fourtyniners. i was the tailback and nick lane was my full back, we tore shit up and it was our goal to hit kids so hard to make 3 people cry a game. most of the time we did. in high school i was the only sophomore playing varsity that year untill i got hurt, but football is a violent game so its understandable. my jr year i lettered and recieved honorable mention as a starting free safty and tail back. my sr year was by far the best year i ever had, not by stats but just by how we played and the fact that i got named team captin. this year i really got hurt alot, dislocated both my shoulders and got the rest of my body beat to hell. in our fourth game i dislocated my shoulder and tore my rotator cuff which still needs fixed. i had to sit out a week and do pt and wait for a brace to come in, what do you know it was homecoming. so i missed my homecoming game but the team kicked some major ass which was great. on our sr night game against licoln in the first quarter i dislocated my right but not bad enough for me to come out so i played the rest of the game hurting like hell but it could have been the last game of my life so i wasnt coming out.i couldnt lift my arm when the game was done and i got showered up and went to the trainer and he popped it back in after 3 hours of it being out. the next day he said he was actually freaking out inside but to me he seemed alright. i had erned first team all conference and offensive mvp along with cody smith. i have also been shooting trap for 3 years and hopefully will in college.