“Ash blacked out! Ash scurried to the nearest Pokemon center protecting his Pokemon from further harm.” At this point, I shouted, “NO!” and threw my Gameboy to the ground in frustration. Angry tears sparkled in my eyes. I had just lost to my rival, Gary, for the 42nd time in a row. My dream of becoming a Pokemon Master was over.
‘Pokemon’ is a video game in which players journey through a virtual world, collecting monsters and battling to be the very best. When I was in elementary school, it was the game that everyone was playing. I had received ‘Pokemon FireRed Version’ for the Gameboy about a month before. Blazing past Pokemon trainers and destroying gym leaders, I had progressed through most of the game at lightning speed. I had assembled what I thought to be the greatest Pokemon battling team that could ever be conceived. I was on track to becoming the greatest Pokemon Master in my school. And then, on the final battle of the game, I lost. It wasn’t fair. I …show more content…
In elementary school, I was able to skip kindergarten and move straight up to the first grade. This was amazing from a learning standpoint, but horrible from a social perspective. I was now the youngest, smallest, shyest kid in the class, so, of course, I had no friends. This perceived inferiority gave me a desire, almost a need, to prove myself. I needed to be the best at everything that I did. Acting on this belief, I became the fastest runner in my class. I did so well in school that I got into the extended learning program. I started to make a few friends. These achievements dramatically increased my ego. I believed that truly I was the best at everything I did. Then came Pokemon. It crushed me to think that not only was I not the best player, I was the only player I knew who hadn’t even finished the game. This failure brought me back down from my quest to be the best, and it allowed me to learn some very important