It was some November day, and the whole gymnasium was silent. I look around and can count 19 girls surrounding me. The only thing you could hear was the heavy breathing of 20 girls after the last basketball tryout. It was almost as if the air was a prized possession and everyone was trying to steal it from each other. The air was filled with sweat and anticipation.
As I gathered my things and approached the list of two separate teams hanging on the wall, the past 3 days flooded my mind. With every breath out I looked back on what I have done to prove myself. I closed my eyes and replayed moments in my mind. I began to doubt my performance. What could I have done differently? Was it enough? Could I have worked any harder?
With every step I took the thoughts were engraved deeper and deeper into my mind. I tried to play it cool, as my friends were trying to talk to me, but my mind was racing. …show more content…
Some shrugged their shoulders and ambled away. Some smiled and kept walking. Some squealed with delight.
As I got closer to the paper on the wall, my heart was beating out of my chest. My palms were sweaty and knees weak.
I'm afraid to look. I'm afraid not to look.
Just before my eyes met the paper on the wall, I decided I worked hard and gave it my all. I left it all on the court and I knew I had done my best. All the sudden this wave of confidence rushed over me. I assured myself that that whichever team I was on, I was going to be happy with it. After all, I was only a freshman.
I searched for my name on the paper.
Katie
As I gathered my things and approached the list of two separate teams hanging on the wall, the past 3 days flooded my mind. With every breath out I looked back on what I have done to prove myself. I closed my eyes and replayed moments in my mind. I began to doubt my performance. What could I have done differently? Was it enough? Could I have worked any harder?
With every step I took the thoughts were engraved deeper and deeper into my mind. I tried to play it cool, as my friends were trying to talk to me, but my mind was racing. …show more content…
Some shrugged their shoulders and ambled away. Some smiled and kept walking. Some squealed with delight.
As I got closer to the paper on the wall, my heart was beating out of my chest. My palms were sweaty and knees weak.
I'm afraid to look. I'm afraid not to look.
Just before my eyes met the paper on the wall, I decided I worked hard and gave it my all. I left it all on the court and I knew I had done my best. All the sudden this wave of confidence rushed over me. I assured myself that that whichever team I was on, I was going to be happy with it. After all, I was only a freshman.
I searched for my name on the paper.
Katie