The True Diary of Luke Skewis By; Luke Skewis Hi I’m Luke Skewis. I’m a 5’7, Sophomore at Negaunee High School. The stories you are about to read and very important lessons I learned from my friends, family, and coaches. I hope you enjoy The True Diary of Luke Skewis. 2nd Grade It was Super Bowl Sunday and I invited all of my friends over for a “Super Bowl Party.” It was the first one that I had as a kid.
I remember looking to the left and right of me everyone seemed to be enjoying the first day of school. Everyone including myself showing off our clean new outfits we had bought during back to school sales. Eagerly waiting for the bell to ring; I remember walking around trying to find something to do as I wait impatiently for school to start. Trying to find something I can go and chill I walk over to the school gym, taking a look around me I see our school colors, which are black and yellow. Almost forgot the name of my high school is Adrian Wilcox High, home of the thunder if I remember correctly or lightning one of the two but I digress.
“Are you okay?” He asked. “No, I twisted my foot and it hurts really bad on the right side,” I told him, “It feels like an aching pain right in the middle on the right side.” “Should I go get the coach?” He asked. “No, I’ll be fine,” I said. For half of the practice, I did our drills with an aching pain in my foot. When it came to running the bases, that’s when my coach noticed me limping around the bases.
I key of the court and the ball is being thrown towards me, I react quickly and grab the ball and score two points. Now we are down by 3. There is 1 minute left to play and we have the ball in hand. I quickly move out of my zone and the coach is really confused because I don’t shoot from the 3 point line. That was just an underestimate of where I was able to shoot out.
The last straw occurred when our goalie attempted to block another close goal by our opponents, but got him a sprained ankle in return. Unfortunately, officials determined he had to sit out for the rest of the game. His role in the game was crucial to our win. And with a wave, our goalie left us to perish with 10 minutes left; also, our opponents started with the ball to resume the game. Helpless and battered, exposed to a missile barrage of exhaustion, none of us could take this agony anymore.
It was September 21 which meant the short but crazy intense period known as Homecoming season had begun at Lawrence E. Elkins High School. The air was thick with talk of potential dates, potential ways of asking, and potential ways of transportation. I personally thought the whole thing was overrated and overhyped but I was actually buying in this year as I was a senior and this would be final opportunity to be a part of the Homecoming craze and I would go all in I wanted to take part in as many social activities as I could my senior year so I figured Homecoming would be a really good start. I had a circle of guy friends that I hung around regularly consisting of Astle, Reen, Eric, Cole, Michael, and Joel and when we started talked about Homecoming,
My Story Hearing my future coach blowing his whistle and yelling for us to bring it in for our first varsity practice, I could feel my heart begin to race. Going to a school and joining the varsity team as a freshman with 7 D1 athletes on it and one of the best coaches in the country, one could say I was a tad bit nervous. Looking around in the huddle of teammates and coaches, I knew I had picked the right high school because the group of people surrounding me was going to make me a better basketball player. Having both perspectives of my coach giving me critical feedback of my play and my teammates encouraging me to never give up and keep working hard, I learned that it would be challenging, but if I kept my heart to it, I could reach some
As I look into the bleachers on the first day, the next group of freshmen that stand out are the obviously nervous but escorted to be there group of incoming ninth graders. During small group, this particular group of people participate to the bare minimum. If I ask them a question they answer me in the shortest way possible. They tend to latch on to a single friend to stick with during activities, someone they are extremely comfortable with. Separating the two can be tough as they will make up reasons to stay in the game group as their friend.
My freshman year of high school Coach Specht was the assistant soccer coach. At tryouts he told me that I would have a bright future as a player and could possibly play varsity as a freshman. Throughout the year, I keep putting in the time and finally half way through the season, I got my chance to play my first varsity game. This showed me that he really believed in my skill, to put a freshman in against mostly juniors and seniors. Not many coaches will risk putting someone that young on the field.
The first day of elementary school is a monumental memory for children and their parents. The aroma of cinnamon rolls filled the air as my mom prepared me for my first day as a kindergartener. My pink sparkly bookbag sits next to the door beside my new light up velcro tennis shoes. My mom opted to buy me the velcro shoes because she did not know how I would be able to tie my shoes utilizing only my left hand. Chris is my older brother and he was going to be starting fourth grade at Highland Elementary School.