At long last I have entered middle school as a 6th grader. The first thing on my mind was to join a sport with my friends. We all easily agreed on basketball, since it was the only one we knew how to play. I somehow ended up showing last for try outs. I didn’t let that get to me and I tried my best with my tutor watching me from the sidelines. The next day we got the team sheet and I made team A.
I still kept somehow showing up last for practice, and I still never argued, except say thank you every time to my tutor for driving me everywhere, since my parents were always busy. I kept doing my best, and that got me on the starting team every time. I might have gotten a few B’s here and there, but I didn’t feel as if it affected me. OH, but
I still kept somehow showing up last for practice, and I still never argued, except say thank you every time to my tutor for driving me everywhere, since my parents were always busy. I kept doing my best, and that got me on the starting team every time. I might have gotten a few B’s here and there, but I didn’t feel as if it affected me. OH, but