Gavin was back the next day at practice and my spirit was dead. I’m thinking I’m not gonna ever get playing time so why bother caring so much and putting in all this energy when I could be helping the sophomore team that I actually play on. So over the course of the next week I didn’t really care as much about knowing everything for varsity and I still worked hard at practice but I could’ve given more. During, this ‘outburst’ the varsity games were closer than what they should be and the starters weren’t scoring as well or playing as
Many of the seniors had egos, full of themselves in every aspect possible. It was a rude awakening to the reality of high school to be apart of this team as a freshman. In retrospect, I believe that my transition into high school would have been smoother if I would’ve asked to be on the Junior varsity. Although this would have hindered my growth as a player, it’s a sacrifice I realize now that would have been worth it. The commencement of this harassment came during the start of school at lunch, a couple weeks
We were winning so big, and I thought it was a great game. When I looked around the locker room and saw everyone’s faces, I felt selfish. I had only been thinking about myself and this game being my last. I had not thought about my other teammates who also were playing their last high school basketball game. My coach told me to pass the ball to my teammates, even though I was scoring a ton of points.
I leaped as high as I could and unfortunately missed the tip the game was already heading south but the game had just started so we had no worries. The first quarter had several lead changes we both had bad shooting quarters shooting below the 30% but that wasn’t what mattered we were all worried about looking good as a team and winning the game not individual stats. About ¾ of the way through the first quarter our coach called a timeout and called us to the sideline and said “Guys you are a great group of kids and have made my coaching experience beyond expectable and you are a bright group of kids so after this season I’ll be retiring and making sure I go out with bang so win this game for me!” and that’s when the game took a drastic change, we began to play with our heart not just our
The summer before my junior year, my team and I received news that we were going to be aligned into a tougher district. This meant our opponents were now going to be stronger, faster, taller, more skillful, and much more experienced. These large schools that we were now aligned to play against have had strong athletic programs that were established years ago. Memorial High School (my school) on the other hand, has yet to establish an athletics program, which meant each of us were behind experience wise. When we were given the news, I could tell by looking at everyone’s faces that no one wanted to continue playing; they all just wanted to give up.
So I enrolled in a school, it was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life but it was not. At the beginning of school year, I did not have any friends and to make it worse, I got bullied. They bullied me on how I dressed especially my accent. Females even males were picking a fight with me. I wanted to tell my mom but I did not want her to worry.
All around the tramp kids chattered and laughed. As I began to attempt my feats, all eyes strayed to me, the new kid at the school. As I did my jumps, I became more comfortable and did a reasonably decent job. Then the moment of humiliation struck. When I landed after a swivel hip seat drop jump, an embarrassing noise escaped my mouth which sounded something like ahhhtititititi.
Shoot! It was a total blowout in our last game of the season. My team and I walked into the locker with disappointed looks on our faces. The yells and screams of the opposing team’s fans didn’t help with our morale. We didn’t have the season that we thought we were going to have.
When I stepped forward, I felt anxious and tense because everyone in the audience was looking at me. I thought that if I did not take the risk, I would lose the strength that would allow me to take risks later in life. The first word that I spelled was réussir, meaning to succeed. I imagined the word, and without thinking about it, the letters came out of my mouth like music. When competing, I took the risk of failing, but with perseverance, I successfully won third place.
With this in mind, I joined the high school 's track team my freshman year for the indoor track season. Nothing could have prepared me for how rigorous the practices were. I suddenly felt extremely inferior and disappointed that I could not even make it through the warm ups let alone the actual practice. Team overall was very friendly but the upperclassmen
Of course, my team decided we were not going to take the game too serious since we won before and karma caught up with us really fast. Somehow, two quarters in and we were losing terribly but I had to let my team with a horrible fall to my head. In the beginning, I was unaware of injury to my head so I kept on playing till I felt dizzy and knew something was wrong. Even after my terrible fall, I wanted
After we missed the playoffs my freshman year, I remember my team being called into my coach’s office. None of us were happy; we knew we were too good to not still be practicing. We could all see the seriousness on our coach’s face. We had no clue what we were about to be told. Inside we were all hoping he was about to tell us a team cheated and we were going to make the playoffs in their spot like seen in many movies.
Time froze and all that moved was Nevaeh running toward the seat. The portal closed and tears streamed like a lake down Nevaeh’s cheeks. The TV monotone voice repeated the same verse in a sing song voice “we warned you about the power, don’t take this too far, the next time we see you, the next one will leave a scar.” Time unfroze and Nevaeh vowed that she would get her friend back. The world came back not with a boom, but with the ring of the school