Being Forced to go to Sakuzan High isn’t fun, my parents are so strict on me so I have no choice than to agree, an only child of the Ito family to follow the rules. Skipping a year of school in my test that I took from middle school seems to place me into the mid-year of 10th grade expectations, so I was moved to 10th. I’m. So. Scared. It’s the first day and there are clubs left and right; ‘Volleyball club’, ‘Art club’, ‘Anime/Manga club’, ‘Reading club’, and many, many more. Though my father and mother told me to become the manager of Sakuzan’s basketball team; since my mother was one while my dad still plays himself. I really don’t know, my parents moved to America as I stayed in Kyoto. Finally spotting the ‘Basketball club’, I approach …show more content…
“Of course.” I say smiling at her as I walk off. School ended and I keep to my promise, heading to the Basketball gym. I enter the room filled with second years, third years, and a few first years. Gaining all my courage, I make my way to the side of Riko, who is by the bench sorting out papers. Seeing her look up at me she speaks,“Oh, Yuki! You made it!” She exclaims happily as she holds up the papers to me. “What is this?” I ask as I set down my bag and grasp the papers, examining them. “I need you to write down some stuff for me.” Riko says turning to the chatting teens, I walk over as well. “Listen up. This is out manager, Yuki Ito!” Riko says as she gets all the male’s attention. “H-Hello.” “Hello.” The team says in unison. Practice flew by, so did the next few weeks, though, I’ve been getting some negative talk from the sophomore girls. Ignoring it the best I could, I head back to the basketball gym and do what Riko says. Though Rin comes up to me. “Hey, Ito-” “Please, Yuki is fine.” I say smiling, kinda hating people who call me by my surname. “Well, Yuki, you seem off a bit. I was wondering if anything was bothering you.” He asks, drying his hair from …show more content…
U-um, I have to go, s-sorry!” I say running away with my stuff. The fact was that nothing was okay, not, one, bit. I’ve been bullied ever since the second week of school and no one but Rin actually shown care to me. I know that my company is the second famous but I also know that I skipped a year of school too, along with how my presence with the basketball guys just makes it worse. Attending the basketball practice again, I can tell that Rin has an eye on me, he’s been, well more observant towards me, I just don’t wanna come here anymore. Sakuzan High is a mistake for me, I should’ve left with them. I should have never me- “Yuki, are you sure you’re everything it okay? You’re getting her late, ever since last week.” Rin says to me, snapping me out of my
Being a fifteen-year-old in a whole new country is weird and scary. When I first arrived in the United States, I felt lost, confused, and out of place. I was trying to find comfort and a sense of belonging in this new place, but I was struggling. I tried to find refuge in people I thought were going to make me feel safe. However, I quickly realized that those people were not going to be the students of my new, big and scary high school. I could not fit in among them. I was too innocent, too unrelatable, and my accent was too thick - I could not be understood. I was too different, too foreign. It was like we lived in two separate worlds.
There I stayed for the remaining 20 minutes which managed to feel like hours. Finally, we pulled into the front of the school. Any relief in exiting The Bus left me quickly as I gazed upon Royalton High School once again. I had visited the institution over the last three years for my brothers’ wrestling matches, so it was vaguely familiar. After attending Open House the week prior, I became hesitant to approach since last time I had been assaulted by a large group of chatty girls. Only two people names were known to me in this large abyss of hormones, but I’d never meet either of
I, Brianna Felgoise have made it through these long and eventful three years of middle school. Throughout these years i've learned a lot of things about myself that I did not know before. Looking back from the day I first walked through the doors to this building to now, just about time for me to walk out. So much has changed and I am realizing my growth both physically and mentally. Throughout this long journey I have found myself testing my limits and lengthening my boundaries. Much has been achieved. So far I am very proud.
I felt as though I was watching a train barrelling towards me, an inevitable bullet that had come tumbling out of the opposing pitcher’s arm. But instead I stood immobilized, watching my team's only chance of winning whiz by me. Strike three. I heard my team from behind me shouting “SWING!” with my mind screaming the same. But my bat remained unmoving, the pop of the catcher's glove like the nail into the coffin that was our defeat. All I had to do to keep our hopes of winning hope alive was swing, and yet I couldn't. I stayed on the field afterwards, tossing the ball up in the air and swinging away, landing it on the thick maple barrel of the bat.
Before I enrolled into SAC, I was a non-fan of sports, nervous, young man, who heard about SAC from a friend in Upper School and has tons of hopes for Grade 9. Something was hold me back to go to SAC. , although that "something” terminated after I knew that everyone were Andrean Brothers and that's why I'm currently aiming to perfect the role of a well-rounded citizen. As they say, “Friends are the most ingredient in the recipe of life”. Friends, like Daniel Zhao, who told me about this school changed my whole life. Once I stepped on Andrean soil, I knew that I was part of something special. In addition, I never had "fun" in sports events because I thought I might get hurt. Yet when I joined SAC sports teams, I was afraid
My pre-calculus teacher walks forward with a large stack of papers and hands me an overturned test - normally a sign of bad results. I flip the packet over and I’m devastated by what I see. On this single math exam, I receive the worst grade I’ve ever had in a class - a 56. At first, I think that everybody failed, and that maybe there’d be a curve. But as my partner receives his test back, I quickly realize I’m wrong.
“Hello, you must be Anna. I’m Adasser, and it is a pleasure to meet you!” he exclaimed
I figured that I had grown about five inches since my freshman year and had gotten stronger it might be time to play basketball competitively once more. When November rolled around I was on the varsity team, but unfortunately my basketball skills was not up to par. It was tough at first, because I was a new face on the team, and the guys on the team had a great chemistry that they had built up throughout the years. After a few weeks had rolled by, I realized that I would not be in the rotation.I told myself that the team’s success is more important than my personal desired statistics.I decided to make the most of my role on the team. It was a tradition for the guys who were not in the rotation to contribute to the game in some way, guys did this by preforming stunts after significant plays and momentum shifts in the game in our favor. This was great because the crowd loved and it and more importantly my teammates fed off of the
Itachi genuinely smiles, “My father said that you wanted to preserve her Uchiha lineage from the village council, nevertheless, I'll still take care of her.”
Throughout my high school experience, I've been able to obtain knowledge that I can use to better my life. Some of the classes I've taken have been a blessing in disguise. For example, I never expected to learn as much as I did about writing and literature by just simply reading. Many of my teachers have pushed me to my limits and inspired me to think differently from my peers. In general my best English experience was reading "MacBeth" by William Shakespeare in Mr. Elwell's class, where I also realized I had many English skills to improve on.
As I was excitedly waiting outside the gym doors, thinking of how I admired the upperclassmen, I felt my stomach fill with a bucket full of rocks then rush to my feet like the speed of a waterfall. At first I thought it was only nerves from excitement, but then I learned it was instinct. I was in line to hear my acceptance for the JV volleyball team, awaiting my twin sister who was being told her fate, when I was called in. I sat down, and the first thing they said was “We had to make a tough decision. We just cut your sister” and instantly I felt like puking. The coaches understood if I left, but they also really wanted me on the team. They let me choose my destiny. I chose to accept, a decision that would bend our relationship backwards and forwards in a hundred different ways.
Basketball is in two months and Cody can’t wait to show off his new skills and be able to play again. The two months felt like forever, the school days felt longer than ever. Then after two months it was finally basketball season. He got to the first practice and the coach was amazed by his recovery and improvement. He played his senior year of basketball better than any one. He led the team to state and they won.
Let’s flash back in time to before our college days. Back to then we had lunch trays filled with rubbery chicken nuggets, stale pizza, and bags of chocolate milk. A backpack stacked with Lisa Frank note books, flexi rulers, and color changing pencils. The times where we thought we wouldn’t make it out alive, but we did. Through all the trials and tribulations school helped build who I am today and shaped my future. From basic functions all the way to life-long lessons that helped shape my character.
The next day I came bright and early at six thirty in the morning. Just as the sun creaked its bright light I walked through the old rusted door of our glorious school gym only to find half the school in wait to begin tryouts. I was nervous, almost scared. What if I’m warmed up, what if I’m not steady, what if I’m too cold, right there and then every single horrible situation flashed before my eyes. Whether it was me tripping over my untied shoelaces or a state of the art jet crashing through the ceiling only giving bodily injury to me. But before i knew it tryouts were over and not a single thing had gone wrong. To this day I still can’t remember a single thing i did in practice that year. Walking out the door I came to an abrupt halt as coach stops me with a serious face as usual.
If you're still thinking “Whatever it’s not like that, you are probably just mad because you didn't make the basketball team,” well then you’d be dead wrong. I know both sides of the story, because I’ve been apart of both groups. When I was on the basketball team, it wasn’t that bad. I mean it wasn’t a walk in the park, but it was fun for the most part. Although, more times than not, if there’s was an issue or drama on the team it happens in the locker room.