My Reclass Journey

“I really think you should reclass” my father suggested, “I believe it's going to help you develop your skills in basketball”. I remembered these words, and took it into consideration that cold winter night in his gold Honda Accord. We were our way back from a workout in Jersey City earlier that evening. Seasons changed, flowers were beginning to bloom, the trees and bushes were restoring themselves to their natural beauty, and the open air was beginning to look more vibrant. I was called into the principal’s office unexpectedly, he somehow was informed about the idea of me reclassing. I walked in and sat down in his office as he gave me that comforting smile. “I’ve heard you’ve been making a tough decision on, this whole reclass thing and
Over the summer after my first 8th grade year was over with, I started to work on my game. I travelled to places such as California and New Hampshire. I was away from my family and barely had time to speak with them over the phone and see how things were going back at home. All i knew was basketball when i was away, it started to become a lifestyle.It was an eat, sleep, breathe basketball mentality, I was waking up at 5 in the morning for early morning drills and up till 11 for open workout sessions. I was taking advantage of time I had to work on my craft, I began to establish a work ethic that was addicting and my body would strive for. I learned how to lean towards my own understanding and began making decisions like a man, after all, I was alone for 5 weeks of my life with no family support—something I was not used to. But having them linger in my mind, was my motivation. I made it through those 5 weeks but when I came back home my work didn't stop I had the eye of the tiger. I was at the peak of my game going into my second 8th grade year, and I couldn’t wait to show my school the work I was putting in over the
But i was struggling to find that quickness, vertical jump, and jump shot, I had mastered over the summer. I was still struggling with the fact that my father wasn't around anymore, he was the main person i had supporting me. Months go by and the winter seasons passes, I failed to regain my status of elite play i had crafted over the summer. This hurt me tremendously and I was fed up with trying. My strong mentality, had been broken down, and I couldn't help but cry. The day I realized this I went straight to my room once i got home from school, stuck my face in the pillow and began to let out all the emotions that i was holding in. I missed my father with all my heart, and i knew we came along way from this whole basketball journey. He put just as much time and effort i did when i was in the gym working. I was growing more and more depressed as days went by, I had given up on my basketball dreams, and my best friend wasn't here to go through this depression with me. I was scared to tell him that I gave up on basketball, after all he did invest lots of time and money into it and i didn't want to come off as a