Unprepared is the best word that describes my hockey tryouts. I received many warnings that I choose to ignore. When the time came I knew what the outcome would be. I also knew I couldn’t blame anyone but myself.
It started in line to go talk to the coach. Soon the moment would come that would determine if I made varsity or not. A girl and I exchanged nervous glances. As one girl came out the next would go in. The girls kept straight faces coming out trying to hide what team they were on. I could see it in their eyes though. The ones who were cut had sadness in their eyes building like a storm about to come. The ones who made it had a light of happiness twinkle within them. As more came and went my turn was about to come.
As the girl in front of me went I could feel my nerves building up similar to the feeling of pressure of water in a deep pool. As the girl left the coach's room I began to step forward. The coaches room was small, crowded with a few benches, and quiet. I could sense all five of the coaches eyes on me; …show more content…
“The one something you have to work on is your transitions.” I nod knowing he was right. “You know the eighth-grade policy, you have to be in the top 4 defensemen to play. I really want to keep you to see if you could advance in the top four, but that would be unfair to you and your teammates.I could feel my heart sink. I put a smile on my face, nodded, thanked him for his time and left.
Walking out of the coaches room that day was like coming back from a war; it was hard to forget. Never will I forget the coach's words. I will also never forget what it feels like to be in that position I put myself in. As I walk back into the sweaty hot empty locker room I realize this was on me. By not practicing, in my spare time I had faced reality. I learned that you get out what you put in. Never do I want to be in that position