My 6th grade year was one of the most unyielding times in my life. In the beginning I was full of energy and excitement, my friends and I were going to try out for our school basketball team. Of course there was a lot of competition, we were going to tryout against massive 8th graders, some of them could dunk the ball. This din’t faze me, I never got cut from any team, I never the anguish and failure that many people have to deal with. My sports career remained a clean sheet, every time I tried out I would make the team. This was the first year I could try out for a competitive basketball team, I came into the tryout overwrought. I had a lot of confidence and anxiety, I believed that it was inargueable that I would make the basketball team. I was planning on this season as one of the most exhilarating seasons of my career.
The first 2 days of the tryout progressed in a quick manner, I did …show more content…
Although I was doing well there is one moment I did become very stressed. On the second day I overheard some of my competition discussing their work ethic. The players had practiced for multiple summers in advance, I was on edge, all I remembered doing was sitting on the couch playing Xbox and playing soccer. I felt apprehensive about this, the idea of preparing was not apparent to me. Why should I waste my time with such a useless and forgettable task, and at that moment I began to worry that I was overconfident and cocky. I questioned all my decisions, I became worried, but I never considered failing. I thought “Maybe I’ll sit bench or play JV.” The last day came at us like a truck, day three of tryout was the day everyone hoped for and dreaded at the same time, everyone was broken-down. By the end of day three sweat dripped off people by the gallon. Only the top
The first 2 days of the tryout progressed in a quick manner, I did …show more content…
Although I was doing well there is one moment I did become very stressed. On the second day I overheard some of my competition discussing their work ethic. The players had practiced for multiple summers in advance, I was on edge, all I remembered doing was sitting on the couch playing Xbox and playing soccer. I felt apprehensive about this, the idea of preparing was not apparent to me. Why should I waste my time with such a useless and forgettable task, and at that moment I began to worry that I was overconfident and cocky. I questioned all my decisions, I became worried, but I never considered failing. I thought “Maybe I’ll sit bench or play JV.” The last day came at us like a truck, day three of tryout was the day everyone hoped for and dreaded at the same time, everyone was broken-down. By the end of day three sweat dripped off people by the gallon. Only the top