Imagine being in 6th grade, and having someone come to talk to your entire sixth grade student body about middle school sports. During a question and answer session I asked if it was possible to run cross country and play basketball, and in a loud voice that went across the gym, a kid said “Why ask you’re too fat to play sports” and the whole gym burst into laughter. This is how my introduction to middle school officially began. As one could imagine the pain and humiliation that went along with my torture, but because I suffer from generalized anxiety disorder my problems were exemplified. I spent the next few weeks listening to everyone talk about me, repeat the story and laugh. It was at that point I decided that I would not let anyone break my spirit, and I was determined to run both cross country and play basketball. When I ran my first cross country race, it was hard, my body felt
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I finished second to last in thirty minutes. In one short cross country season, my coach inspired me to keep at it, and work hard. I ended the season 35 pounds lighter, 14 minutes faster, and for the first time so proud of my accomplishments that the sting of the auditorium experience almost faded. Mr. Pinkerton said by mid-October he saw my face for the first time because I always looked down. I was motivated to succeed because the words of a bully stung so deeply in my sole. I continued my journey in sports and made the basketball team. The Ferguson Seventh grade basketball team was the worst group of people I have ever met in my life. The whole season was spent worrying who was better than who, talking about each other, and never feeling like I fit in. I continued to play for the love of the game. I was
I finished second to last in thirty minutes. In one short cross country season, my coach inspired me to keep at it, and work hard. I ended the season 35 pounds lighter, 14 minutes faster, and for the first time so proud of my accomplishments that the sting of the auditorium experience almost faded. Mr. Pinkerton said by mid-October he saw my face for the first time because I always looked down. I was motivated to succeed because the words of a bully stung so deeply in my sole. I continued my journey in sports and made the basketball team. The Ferguson Seventh grade basketball team was the worst group of people I have ever met in my life. The whole season was spent worrying who was better than who, talking about each other, and never feeling like I fit in. I continued to play for the love of the game. I was