Cut from ECMS’s basketball team jolted my system. I was certain the coach would grant me a spot on his squad; oh, how wrong I was. Ironically, my shortcoming of not making the team roused me from an illusion that blinded me.
I, for two straight years, developed a great anticipation for the basketball season. The unhurried months gnawed on my impatience. My anticipation grew larger and larger for the basketball trials to arrive. Eagerness, settled in my heart and anxiousness lingered in my mind. I wanted to meet my goal of being on the basketball team as a 6th-grader. In fact, as 5th-grade I told Mr. Kuiken, the middle school basketball coach, I was ready to be on his team. Well-nigh every time, he would give me a look and say "We'll see". Saying those two words irritated me; it was as if he did not believe me. I’ll show him, I kept thinking, I’ll show him.
Anyhow, it was a chilly evening on December 5th, 2014. EC Middle School’s basketball tryouts were drawing to a conclusion. Mr. Kuiken fixed his eyes like a hawk on each player; ranking them on a scale that fit his requirements. While the more seasoned players were thriving, I was trying to find my groove. By the end of the trial, decision time came, and I became quite shaky. One by one, Mr. Kuiken called in players; some he took them in groups and some he did not. Finally, he …show more content…
Emotions I cannot even describe appeared, I felt broken. It was as if someone slithered into my room to roll down the shades so my brightness dimmed. At the end of their discussion, they asked me to stay, while the others walked out of the room with our heads down. At that moment, my mind was thinking there still might be a chance. I have a chance to be on the team! However, that is not the reason they wanted to talk to me. Instead, they wanted me to keep stats and be around the team. I agreed with the idea, but obviously, I still wanted to
I, for two straight years, developed a great anticipation for the basketball season. The unhurried months gnawed on my impatience. My anticipation grew larger and larger for the basketball trials to arrive. Eagerness, settled in my heart and anxiousness lingered in my mind. I wanted to meet my goal of being on the basketball team as a 6th-grader. In fact, as 5th-grade I told Mr. Kuiken, the middle school basketball coach, I was ready to be on his team. Well-nigh every time, he would give me a look and say "We'll see". Saying those two words irritated me; it was as if he did not believe me. I’ll show him, I kept thinking, I’ll show him.
Anyhow, it was a chilly evening on December 5th, 2014. EC Middle School’s basketball tryouts were drawing to a conclusion. Mr. Kuiken fixed his eyes like a hawk on each player; ranking them on a scale that fit his requirements. While the more seasoned players were thriving, I was trying to find my groove. By the end of the trial, decision time came, and I became quite shaky. One by one, Mr. Kuiken called in players; some he took them in groups and some he did not. Finally, he …show more content…
Emotions I cannot even describe appeared, I felt broken. It was as if someone slithered into my room to roll down the shades so my brightness dimmed. At the end of their discussion, they asked me to stay, while the others walked out of the room with our heads down. At that moment, my mind was thinking there still might be a chance. I have a chance to be on the team! However, that is not the reason they wanted to talk to me. Instead, they wanted me to keep stats and be around the team. I agreed with the idea, but obviously, I still wanted to