The Story of Moi (This piece: Defeat)

              Have You ever been pushed so hard down, that you couldn't get back up again? Have you ever had that feeling in your stomach, that told you, you just couldn't go on? That, my friend, is called defeat and in this piece you will learn all about it and possibly experience it all over again (sorry in advance)

#1 Defeat

              Seventh grade was a blur, it went by so fast, yet took all the time in the world, i'm not sure if that made sense, but in my mind it sounded pretty cool, any way, seventh grade: The year I gained more "friends" the year that I failed, the year that I succeded, the year of many memorable moments. Seventh grade was a whole new world for me, sixth grade was just, way different in my mind. In Seventh grade the groups were really decided, and I wanted to be part of a group to, so I tried out for the basketball team. It started with the soccer team. I was put on the A team in seventh grade, which was an "honor" I guess, at first it didn't seem to matter but I started to gain more and more friends just because of that supposed victory. All the people hanging around me were part of a group called the Athletes. The A team makers, the actives, the undefeated, in seventh grade it was just kinda set up like that. Anyway, I started to really fit in with them, but as the season ended for soccer, we didn't really have much to talk about.

             A few weeks later the basketball team tryouts were posted: Two days of competitive tryouts. All of the eighth graders basically got on the A team, everyone in my group was set on making the B team, so of course that was my goal also. When the came I was prepared although probably a little over cocky, after making the A team in soccer. AT the tryouts I did my best for two days, I sprinted down the court, BASKET!  then three layups in a row BASKET, I got the ball aways from so many people I couldn't even count, well in my mind it went down like this details in this story are kind of hazy, anyway, On November 10 we were going to get the results, November 10th was also my birthday the most happy day of the year, the day I would turn 13, if I remember correctly, I was all syched to see my name on the B team list for basketball I didn't even consider not making the team, it was a no brainer, I either made the team and gained even more friends or I didn't and... and... I couldn't even think about it, I would be friendless, I would be sitting alone like, like, Arnold! I couldn't be an Arnold.

            I walked into school on that day confident, I made my way over to the front deask and slowly skimmed the A team, no supprise, only eighth graders, then slowly my eyes moved to the B team paper. As I read the names of people in my group, my worrying skills started to come out, where was my name, only three more names to go, two... One...! Where was I? There must have been a mistake, I couldn't have been cut!! I just couldn't! I limply walked away from the list, only to come back thirty minutes later and check it again, then again, and then again one last time. The results were always the same, No names reading Chelsea on the list. That was probably the worst birthday present anyone could give me. I was wrecked, I don't even think this is possible thinking back to it today, why was I so defeated, maybe because I thought that I could only be part of a group if I made a certain soccer team or basketball team, If I was good enough to hang out with them, I don't even know, maybe it was my birthday reaction, maybe it was my high expectations, but I was just defeated, and I couldn't get back up.

         What, I cried like 2 times that day, which seems SOOO pathetic, it was only a basketball team! Anyway, the moral of this story is basically, don't get so sad or rield up if you don't make a team, because that is not the only thing in life.

         You will do other really great things that don't include soccer or basketball, and when you think that you can't get up again, just think, this moment in your life will make you stronger as a person, and one day you will laugh about it, even though at that moment you wanted to cry. Just stand up dust your self off and keep walking, if you can do that, then you can do anything

-Chelsea

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