Friends, family members, ask me if I’m playing basketball at Mendo because a lot of people expected me to play. I hate having to answer that question. It’s no one’s fault besides mine. I had two choices, either to work hard or quit. I chose the easy way out, and quit. It wasn’t so much that I couldn’t handle the work and make the team it was that I lost my passion for basketball. At the time, I didn’t really care to much if I did or didn’t make the team. Obviously, I wanted to play, but if I wasn’t going to make the team it was not that big of a deal to me.
Now that I look back on the entire situation, and the choices I made I regret to a point. I surprised my own self by not caring or showing much effort for making the basketball team. I go to the basketball games knowing I should be on the court playing. I think about trying out for the team next year, but the ultimate goal for me is to transfer to a university. I really want to make that happen, it’s a personal goal for me. I am contempt with going to school full time. Basketball had to come to an end at some point. I just didn’t expect it to end this