Personal Narrative: My Freshman Day

What I thought would become one of the best days of freshman year ended up becoming the worst day of freshman year. The morning of finding out who made the soccer team at East Forsyth High School, I packed all of my soccer gear into a bag for JV soccer practice. I had a ride planned out because my parents and sister would leave town later that day and when I got to school everything seemed to go according to plan until I stepped into the new gym hallway. A large group of girls gathered at the list to see the results. Some left cheering about the results and some left sobbing to their friends. A lot of my friends had come to look at the list the same time as me so they witnessed it happen. I looked down the varsity list first and then the junior varsity list. I triple checked both list. Then the tears just started streaming down my face as I realized what it meant. I got this sudden gut wrenching pain at watching some of the people closest to me make varsity when I couldn’t even make JV. It became a deep kind of pain that left …show more content…

The only thoughts running through my head dealt with the fact that I didn’t make the team “Why didn’t I make it? Am I not good enough to even make JV? If Bailey could make JV, why can’t I?” Even though it took less than a minute for all of this to happen, to me it felt like an eternity. When I came to my senses, I realized that people had begun to stare at me. I walked out of the new gym like a zombie, not talking to anyone, not wanting anyone’s pity especially those of my friends who made varsity. As I walked out the door a small bit of rage stirred in with the humility and gut wrenching pain I felt. That rage came from thinking back on the list and seeing people who didn’t deserve their spots on the team. They didn’t come to any practices or workout and I thought that they got on the list because the coach knew them personally. It didn’t take long to realize that envy and jealousy engulfed