What I Learned In High School

My tragedy may not seem tragic to others, but to me it was the worst thing that could have possibly happened. It was second semester of my freshman year when I joined the football team. I was at lunch when when my friend had come to me saying that there was an opportunity to join football, and that if I was interested that I would need to speak to the head coach. Interested in the opportunity I went to speak with the coach. From the beginning I was told that if I had wanted to play I would need to keep my grades up . Knowing this I had done what I could to achieve this goal. I paid attention in class and tried my best, when it came to lifting I gave it my all proving that I could do it. Months went by and we had neared the end of the school year. I knew that first semester would come back to haunt me because, at the time, I felt like I did not have a need or care to try my best in class. Feeling this way I became lazy and at times didn’t do my homework or made it up. Both knowing and being told I had to fix it, I went to summer school in order to

Constantly late or absent to first period, I knew that I needed to fix it.So I went to summer school, later in the day, I would go to practice. I had passed summer school as I had hoped and continued going to practice thinking I was fine to play. A week went by and at the beginning of practice, during role call, the coach had asked to see me after. I had a feeling I knew what was going to happen. Once practice was over I went over to speak to him as he wanted. It was then that what I did not want to happen happened. I was told that summer school was not enough and that I could not play my sophomore year. This to me was the worst thing to hear because I spent countless hours giving it all I had just to find out that it was a waste. I was told that if I wanted to stay weightlifting I could, all I needed to do was show up the next