Personal Narrative Essay: The First Day Of Basketball

It was the end of 7th grade, it was summertime on the hot days of New Hampshire. I remember getting home from the bus happy, it was the beginning of the summer. When I get off my bus, I grab two basketballs and head back outside. I knew what I was doing, I was training for the 8th-grade basketball team. I know I was ready. I start off doing ball handling drills, then I go and work on my jump shot. I did this every day for about 2 weeks. The next week, my dad offers me to go to the gym with him at the health club in Concord. I immediately said yes because I knew the health club had a full-sized basketball court. We get there and I do all my training and my dad helped me out the whole time. When we got in the car I remember him saying

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Until it happened, it was the first day of basketball tryouts. I remember going to the locker room to change and my heart was pounding a thousand beats per second, I was the most nervous that I had been in my whole life. The first day was ball handling, thank god I was practicing my ball handling because I looked to the left and right, and I saw kids looking and staring at the ball wobbling up and down the court, but I was fine dribbling perfectly up and down the court. There were no cuts on the first day. When I got home, I went to bed early because I was super sore. The next day was harder, we did lay-up drills, shooting drills and defensive drills. I could see the coach calling people in his room and telling them they didn't make the team. I was nervous, but I never got called up. The third day came and the whole time all we did was scrimmaging. I did pretty well. Every game we played I scored 10 points sometimes 12. At the end of the tryouts, he was doing his last cuts and I was nervous. I hear his footsteps walking towards the gym. He came back to the gym and said,

“Congratulations, you all made the team.” I was in relief. We go to the locker room and picked out our jerseys. I picked number 11 because that was the day of my birthday. When I walked out the locker room, I saw my friend that was training with me for basketball, I see him crying and he looked very upset. He’s sitting on the bleachers, I walked up to him to see what was the

It also helped me in school because if I didn't get good grades I couldn't play a game so I had to work hard at school so I can play. When I made the basketball team, it impacted me because it made me work harder on things I do like basketball and school, and it made me a better player on the court and it made me a better student in the classroom. One time in my season I was fooling off and not doing my work in school, and I was getting in trouble and just being a bad student until I realized how bad I was actually acting, so I man upped and got all my school work in and I started doing better and my coach put me back in the starting lineup and that made me realize that basketball is just a privilege and if I don't do my work then he won't play a dominant player, and this really impacted on my discipline and maturity. Discipline and maturity also was a big impact at home too because my parents trusted me more and I wasn't acting like a little kid. We also had to take things seriously and don't fool around. If we did a play wrong then coach would know we aren't ready or just think we were playing around and not paying attention. Also, he really wanted us to be focused in practice Because if we were focused, then in a game we would make the