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Personal Narrative-Southern Indiana Wrestling Conference
The best feeling in the world, was standing on the number one podium three times and having your hand raised in front of hundreds of people, tears were rolling down my face, I had butterflies in my stomach. Once as a Mid Southern Conference champion, another as a Southern
Indiana Wrestling Conference, and Sectional champion. The best feeling out of all of them was me standing up on the first place at sectionals. I had dreamed about being number one on that podium for so long and it had finally came true. I learned that hard work, and dedication will pay off in the long run as long as you never give up.
It all started at SIWC, also known as Southern Indiana Wrestling Conference. Coming into the conference I was ranked third due to the fact that
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So, that’s what I done and I beat the kid in forty­seven seconds. As I won I could feel sweat dripping from my face, I could feel butterflies in my stomach and as my hand was raised by the reef all I could do was smile. My coaches and teammates were yelling “Great job Logan”.

Then MSC, better known as Mid Southern Conference. Coming into this conference I was seeded first and I was determined to get what I was ranked. So, my first match I had to face a kid that I had wrestled two times in the past I had beat him both times. I wasn’t going to let that go to my head though anyone can get beat or get caught so I went out there wrestled smart and came out with a win. Then it was championship round I was a little nervous but I had been here before once again I was wrestling a kid that I had beat a couple of times but I wasn't going to let that get in my head so I wrestled like I have been all day and all year and came home with another win. That’s how I became a two time Mid Southern Conference.
Finally came Sectionals it was state tournament time. This is what all the conditioning, drilling, and practices were for this very tournament. I was seeded number two and I

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