Personal Narrative: Cheering On My Team
Narrative
It hit the heart like a truck. I was on the bench for most of the game. I felt like if I didn’t pick up my game, I wouldn’t get any playing time and that I’d be on that bench for as long as the season would go. I jumped the gun and thought coach didn’t believe in my skill set. Cheering on my team through the game was hard, because truly, I didn’t feel like I was a part of it. The same players would sit, and then get put in 3 minutes later, but me, I was never put in. This was an epiphanic moment for me, and I told myself that I was going to be a starter sooner or later, but it started with practice, motivation and dedication.
That night, I came home to my dad and told my dad that I needed to pick up my game and sign up for a gym membership to play extra practice ball. I don’t exactly remember what he said, but the next morning, I had a printed out membership pass. This proved to me that my dad was 100% behind my back on this decision. I wanted to go that night, because my goal was to play every day until I started on the team, and I knew that I wouldn’t get better if I didn’t practice with other players. He came home, and I negotiated with him to go to the gym but ultimately, he said no. But even with my family’s tight schedule, even when the gym wasn’t possible, I committed to putting in the …show more content…
From 17% to 87.5% is mind boggling! A couple of months ago, I had no optimism about my future in basketball. If a coach asked my shooting percentage behind the arc, I’d be embarrassed to tell them. Now, I have no problem sharing it. Basketball tryouts are this January and i’m coming into them confident. I’m better at everything, defense, offense, and just ball in general. I guess if you work hard, stay motivated and be dedicated, you can make it happen. For myself, I learned not to doubt myself, and that if I work something and spend extra time on it, then it will go in my favor and that I can do anything I
It hit the heart like a truck. I was on the bench for most of the game. I felt like if I didn’t pick up my game, I wouldn’t get any playing time and that I’d be on that bench for as long as the season would go. I jumped the gun and thought coach didn’t believe in my skill set. Cheering on my team through the game was hard, because truly, I didn’t feel like I was a part of it. The same players would sit, and then get put in 3 minutes later, but me, I was never put in. This was an epiphanic moment for me, and I told myself that I was going to be a starter sooner or later, but it started with practice, motivation and dedication.
That night, I came home to my dad and told my dad that I needed to pick up my game and sign up for a gym membership to play extra practice ball. I don’t exactly remember what he said, but the next morning, I had a printed out membership pass. This proved to me that my dad was 100% behind my back on this decision. I wanted to go that night, because my goal was to play every day until I started on the team, and I knew that I wouldn’t get better if I didn’t practice with other players. He came home, and I negotiated with him to go to the gym but ultimately, he said no. But even with my family’s tight schedule, even when the gym wasn’t possible, I committed to putting in the …show more content…
From 17% to 87.5% is mind boggling! A couple of months ago, I had no optimism about my future in basketball. If a coach asked my shooting percentage behind the arc, I’d be embarrassed to tell them. Now, I have no problem sharing it. Basketball tryouts are this January and i’m coming into them confident. I’m better at everything, defense, offense, and just ball in general. I guess if you work hard, stay motivated and be dedicated, you can make it happen. For myself, I learned not to doubt myself, and that if I work something and spend extra time on it, then it will go in my favor and that I can do anything I