Personal Narrative Essay: Why I Become The Basketball Team

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Although I have not considered myself an outsider in many circumstances, I can think of some certain situations where I have felt different or left out in some way. Many times going to a new school or joining a new sports team causes you to feel a little overwhelmed. Taking on so many new things can lead you to feel quite out of place at times. When I decided to join the basketball team my freshman year of high school this was exactly the case. I had just began my freshman year which, is enough stress and struggle as it is. Everyone is just trying to keep up and learn to fit in their freshman year, which in itself, can be very challenging at times. To top that, I decided to join the basketball team. Although none of my friends were playing, I decided to step out and try something new. …show more content…

From the coach to the other players to even the fans, I felt a bit overlooked by everyone. At times I thought to myself, “Why do I even play?”. My only hope was that one day it would all pay off.
Stepping out on this new adventure was a bit intimidating but it was something I thought I could handle. I saw the …show more content…

From the failed attempts to new make friends, to receiving minimal playing time, to the hardships of being an underclassmen, my experience left me feeling alone and not accepted. I felt as if I was the one on the team that did not truly belong. Anywhere we went, it was easy to point out that I was the different one on the team. Joining the basketball left me with a different outcome than what I was expecting. Coming in feeling prepared and to take on a challenge, ended with the feeling of being an outlier on my

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