I hide‚ but not in the shadows‚ I hide behind a mask. This is me about to divulge my story‚ so please read on reader. I believe that finding true freedom a person’s mask will fall off. I always told myself as a kid to keep the mask on or else I might get hurt. I do not really know where this type of thinking came from. The mask only came off when I was in the safety of my own room. For years‚ I stay behind my fake face waiting and watching the world in silence until the day I could take the mask
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homophobic comment‚ my brother accidently bumps into me‚ my music isn’t loud enough to block out the sounds of the water‚ the bus driver slams on the brakes‚ I hit my head‚ someone turns on the radio. Then I’m home. When I get inside my dad makes a comment about how much I’m eating I know he is joking but the water rises along with every awful intrusive thought I’ve ever had. I rush to my room‚ I can’t breath‚ I’m crying‚ with ever thought the water rises further above my head making it harder and harder to
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Surrounded by a massive ray of brightness‚ complete silence‚ I was just as shocked as my mother and father standing on the lush and thick grass. All I could see was my teammate‚ Zayna with her short‚ black‚ thick hair and the other team’s goalie. I was standing on the field right in front of the goal. Even at the age of 8 years old‚ one soccer goal would be a great accomplishment for me and would help me move forward in life. I was so excited when I joined my first soccer team‚ the Hornets‚ because
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“TIMEOUT!” It all came down to this. The seniors had been honored‚ tears were shed‚ and the fans were ecstatic! Our district rival‚ St. John of Plaquemine had the ball with just over two seconds on the clock. Our small forward‚ Dustin Blanchard‚ who also happened to be one of the two seniors honored that night‚ just drained what everyone had thought to be the game-winning lay-up. The noise was deafening as St. John’s Hayden Heminway stood to throw in what had to be a full court pass‚ a prayer to
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extremely important activity outside of the classroom that has helped me grow as an individual is Church League basketball at my local YMCA. From the outside looking in this league seems to be a form of glorified pick-up basketball with referees and a scoreboard but there is so much more to it. Almost half way through my junior year my father convinced me to try out for the varsity basketball team at school in November to which I hesitated at first but later gave in and tried out only to be cut. At first
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It was a foggy morning ‚I’m getting ready for a basketball game. When I was ready T.Green picked me up. T.Green was my dad homeboy. We drove to the gym‚for the game. “You ready‚”T.Green said to me.”Yeah I said. I felt bold this game. The game started and I was the point guard. In first quarter something tragic happened. I went to the basketball and ran into someone. The kid was bleeding. The kid was crying like a newborn baby. But I didn’t care. I was to focus on my tooth‚it felt weird. The ref told
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couldn’t come back. Our fan section began to grow quiet as we were down 22 points in the first half but during half time we went into the locker room where Coach. Martin had told us he didn’t know who this team was. I remember him saying "don’t worry about the thousands of people. Don’t
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ball making a perfect “Swish.” The massive arena that took up the size of two full city blocks that we were playing in was dead silent with disbelief and had hatred for our team. We were supposed to lose so bad that our own players would quit NBA basketball from the embarrassment. Firstly‚ walking into the arena was the worst experience our team had been through. For instance‚ in Detroit it was pretty bad since they were known notoriously for their violent gangs and riots‚ but in L.A. it was a brand
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Khaled Ahmed Personal Statement - College Essay Walking through the door I felt a tense sensation among everyone. Hundreds of kids all with killer intent‚ all competing with one another. The room was dark and eerie‚ the hardwood floor full of dust. The dark winter night didn’t help the situation much either. Ever since my entrance into the room all I could ever think about was the outcome. As time slowly passed‚ my frame slouched forward‚ every step taking its toll. I could feel my heart in
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(In a room‚ Mark’s mom and dad stare at an expensive 10-foot basketball net) Dad: Do you think he will like it? Mom: I don’t know it’s kind of expensive. Dad: Today our son is talking to one of top scouts of the NBA draft; you don’t have to be stingy right now. This is a very important day. (Mark enters the room) Mom: Mark? Dad: Mark‚ don’t you have the team interview today? Mark: I didn’t go. (Sadly says) I don’t want be an athlete dad. Dad: Oh my god‚ those snakes you call friends are
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