A Pivotal Moment
“A Pivotal Moment” Narrative Composition
I had never been so anxious in my life. Standing in the hallway, I watched as the expressions on people’s faces changed as they stared at the tiny paper. I was only in the sixth grade, but this seemed like the most important moment of my life. This day could end up shaping my future and help me to accomplish my dream, or, do the complete opposite. Today, the grade six, basketball A team had been announced. I pushed past the anxiety and went over to look at the list, hoping that my name was on it. The tiny piece of paper taunted me. It made me feel like I had no control. This was a new feeling that I had never experienced before, so, I didn’t know what to say or do when I didn’t see my name on the …show more content…
How could I settle for “the B team”? I started to cry, like any 11-year-old would, especially if they didn’t get their way. I felt uncertain that this was the path I needed to take to achieve my goal of playing in the big leagues. My first real team I ever played on should set a path for me to becoming successful in my basketball career, but since I was on a B team, it would set me up for failure. At lunch, I was presented with a question that I knew was to come. “Did you make the team”, one boy asked. I told him that I didn’t know and hid the truth; I didn’t want to face the fact that I was on the lower team compared to so many other people. So, when they asked me what team I made, I was forced to make an important decision: What should I do now? But more importantly, how could the B team possibly help me in any way? So, I had to find a way to somehow accomplish my goal. The next day, I went to my teacher and told her that I deserved to be on the A team. As a young sixth grader, I wasn’t aware that you were not supposed to ask to be on a team. Unsurprisingly, I was told that there was always “next year” and that I would do “great” on the B team. Being so young, I was impatient and couldn’t wait until next year. But after re-interpreting the situation (and a day of complaining), I learned a crucial lesson: Not everything is under my control, especially critical decisions. So, I waited. I focused to strive on the B team, so the next year, I would have greater chance at making the A team. And, amazingly, I
I had never been so anxious in my life. Standing in the hallway, I watched as the expressions on people’s faces changed as they stared at the tiny paper. I was only in the sixth grade, but this seemed like the most important moment of my life. This day could end up shaping my future and help me to accomplish my dream, or, do the complete opposite. Today, the grade six, basketball A team had been announced. I pushed past the anxiety and went over to look at the list, hoping that my name was on it. The tiny piece of paper taunted me. It made me feel like I had no control. This was a new feeling that I had never experienced before, so, I didn’t know what to say or do when I didn’t see my name on the …show more content…
How could I settle for “the B team”? I started to cry, like any 11-year-old would, especially if they didn’t get their way. I felt uncertain that this was the path I needed to take to achieve my goal of playing in the big leagues. My first real team I ever played on should set a path for me to becoming successful in my basketball career, but since I was on a B team, it would set me up for failure. At lunch, I was presented with a question that I knew was to come. “Did you make the team”, one boy asked. I told him that I didn’t know and hid the truth; I didn’t want to face the fact that I was on the lower team compared to so many other people. So, when they asked me what team I made, I was forced to make an important decision: What should I do now? But more importantly, how could the B team possibly help me in any way? So, I had to find a way to somehow accomplish my goal. The next day, I went to my teacher and told her that I deserved to be on the A team. As a young sixth grader, I wasn’t aware that you were not supposed to ask to be on a team. Unsurprisingly, I was told that there was always “next year” and that I would do “great” on the B team. Being so young, I was impatient and couldn’t wait until next year. But after re-interpreting the situation (and a day of complaining), I learned a crucial lesson: Not everything is under my control, especially critical decisions. So, I waited. I focused to strive on the B team, so the next year, I would have greater chance at making the A team. And, amazingly, I