Meg's Life Lesson

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
ROMP WANTED ME TO WRITE THIS :D

Submitted: March 08, 2009

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Now that basketball season is over, I feel lonely and lost. I don’t go to a practice everyday and run around like crazy, keeping fit and happy. I’m growing lazy and meaty instead of hyper and full of muscles. Oh well I guess we can’t win ‘em all.

When basketball first started, I was rather reluctant to try out. Last year I gave it my all, only to be fully let down. I really knew I had deserved it more than the other girls so why hadn’t I got it? In buddy leagues I always shined and left them in the dust. Well anyway, I went because my parents wanted me too, although I was unhopeful of my own success. That’s where the fun began.

When we all went into the girl’s locker room, I realized we had to change in front of each other. No way I’d let anybody see my body! I was too self conscious. So, when I changed in the restroom I found out that I was one of the last people out of the locker room, which displeased the coach. Okay, totally not doing that again. When we all got stretched and everything we ran. And we ran. And we ran so more. Out of breath and tired, I looked at the ceiling trying to concentrate on a song, and not stop running. When that was over, we were all breathless except Mo-Mo, who is like a human gunshot.

After that, I went home tired and even more doubtful of tomorrow’s try outs. The next day, we were all sore. I mean so sore you would rather sit in the class you hated the most than get up and walk away. Well, breathing even hurt too so you didn’t want to do that either. When it was practice time, I clearly tried to hide myself the best I could, feeling weird watching everybody change right in front of me. I tried to hide my thoughts, I only wanted to get this over with so I could go back to buddy league.

Again, we ran until we couldn’t anymore, then we still ran. After the bit of running, we did these really confuzzling plays. I mean it was so…confuzzling! There isn’t even a better word for it! Epic fail.

On the third day, we did the same thing. But, this time coach started asking me weird things like, “How bad do you really want to be on this team between Really Bad, Bad, Kinda, Not Really?”

Of course I said “Really Bad, Sir” even though it was a lie. He starred at me like he was looking through me. He had been doing that a lot lately. He said he didn’t like how I never smiled. Whatever it was plain creepy. When we had to go into his office and wait as he told us if he made it or not, I felt my anxiety pang. When he called me into the office he also called Mandy, Whitney, and I. He told us we barely made the team and if we didn’t want this it was our last chance to back out. That’s where my life began.

The next day of our first practice, I ended up crying. It was weird for me to cry in front of people, as I just didn’t do so. But coach made me feel like a different person inside. And, unfortunately for me, it wasn’t the last day I cried.

I actually cried a lot. Basketball was the most challenging thing I ever had to do in my life. I’m actually pretty gifted and smart so school is never a problem with me. I always get all the boys I want, and I’m pretty good at keeping away from drama between friends and loosing them. Nothing ever actually challenged me until basketball came along.

I didn’t like practices much at the beginning. We had them every weekday, which was annoying. It took a lot of time and it caused my parents and I to start fighting around the house. I didn’t want to play basketball until we had our very first game. When we came out onto the court in our warm-ups with the stands clapping and a tunnel before us, I shined. It was the happiest day of my life. Soon, basketball wasn’t bad.

My coach always took deep interest in me as well. He thought I was the shy girl nobody had anything to do with, but he had heard plenty of rumors that said otherwise. He also hated it when I didn’t smile so he was always starring at me funny trying to get me to laugh. I have grown to love Coach Adkins with all my heart.

As for the season, well we won two tournaments. We won more games than we lost (we aren’t vain so we don’t keep up). Our girls were the best in the county and some of the best in the tri-county. I think we could have been the best with a little more effort.

Coach Adkins is the best coach I’ve ever had. I love him like I said before. He has gave me some of the most inspirational advice in the world I will never forget. As for the basketball team, I thought I hated them but I after all loved them. Forever we will shine as the Wildcats in our BLUE & GOLD. Our team had Morgan Hutchinson, Kelcie Wiley, Kirbi Slone, Miranda Adkins, Allea Stefan, Olivia Toppins, Haley Stanley, Sarah Pennington, Whitney Ramey, Mandy Parsons, (ME), Brandi Isaacs, and Emily Miller. I love them all. Thanks for the best life lessons Coach Adkins.


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