Personal Narrative: My Basketball Game Against West Central
On January 26th, I made a huge error in my basketball game against West Central. To anybody else, that game might have seemed unimportant- insignificant really. They were not a conference rival or a sectional team. To me however, this game was very significant because I used to attend that school. At that game, I played all of my friends from kindergarten to fifth grade. I hoped that I didn’t make a fool of myself. I hoped to do amazing so that all of my old friends would see what a great basketball player I had become. I hoped that I would make a play so amazing that everyone would remember it. While I would certainly not forget the play I made, it was not the spectacular one I had dreamed. My gym teacher- Mr. Prairie asked the class, “Who’s ready for the basketball game tonight against West Central,” and I wondered if I was. Because of my insistent worrying I could not manage to make a play through all of gym class (we were playing basketball)
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Eventually, my anxiety formed a question and I asked him, “Does this game mean a lot to anyone or is it just me,” “This game is like any other game we play. We just have to try our hardest, and come out with a win,” His answer lowered my anxiety and by the time I had finished Algebra, I was ready for the game- prepared to do amazing. I couldn’t wait for the game to start. When the buzzer went off, the announcer said the starting line-up. I had not expected to start, but I was fine starting on the bench. Coach would put me in when I was needed. I was eagerly waiting to go in, but by the time the first quarter was over, I was still warming the bench. The second quarter flew by, my anxiety making the first half of the game feel like the first fifteen minutes. On the contrary, the third quarter droned on and my legs started to feel like lead. I worried that if I did get put in; my muscles would be too cold, and I would make a
Eventually, my anxiety formed a question and I asked him, “Does this game mean a lot to anyone or is it just me,” “This game is like any other game we play. We just have to try our hardest, and come out with a win,” His answer lowered my anxiety and by the time I had finished Algebra, I was ready for the game- prepared to do amazing. I couldn’t wait for the game to start. When the buzzer went off, the announcer said the starting line-up. I had not expected to start, but I was fine starting on the bench. Coach would put me in when I was needed. I was eagerly waiting to go in, but by the time the first quarter was over, I was still warming the bench. The second quarter flew by, my anxiety making the first half of the game feel like the first fifteen minutes. On the contrary, the third quarter droned on and my legs started to feel like lead. I worried that if I did get put in; my muscles would be too cold, and I would make a