My Experience To Play Basketball

After a short ten-minute walk home from school, when I finally arrived at my house, I flopped onto the couch. It was a Friday afternoon, and I was ready for the football game that night, and for the weekend to begin. My mom was sitting on the couch across from me and asked me how my day at school was. I described to her what had happened that day, and the stuff we did in my classes. As we get done talking about school, she inquired

School was the same as yesterday, full of zoning out. When I got home from school I ran into my room and threw myself onto my bed. I laid there for a good ten minutes or so. I was scared to death, but at the same time I was so excited. I knew I would make it, but I was still terrified though. The fact that I was in the first group to go made me a lot more nervous. In a way it’s a good thing so I wouldn’t have to think about it and get more nervous than I already was. Once I had got ready I laid right back on my bed. I’m not sure why I was so tired, but I clearly was. If my mom wouldn’t have called me I would’ve been dead

“Hey what's going on down here,” dad shouts in confusion.“You guys need to quiet down. It's 4AM and you need to get some sleep.”

“Mom some mean girl ripping my homework, pouring water on me and pulled my hair to make my nose bleed!” I said

“Do you have everything ready to go for today?” My Mom asked in a worried tone. I simply replied with a quick yes so I scarf down the rest of my breakfast and run back to my room and get dressed as fast as I could. We had to leave a bit earlier than expected so we could pick up my best

“You should really go to bed. You look exhausted. It’s not like it has to be finished, you’re not going to get a zero if you’re not done,” my mom told me. She also looked terribly exhausted and in desperate need of sleep.

“Okay sweetie, get some rest, and we will get there soon, just wanted to check on you.” said my Mom.

I woke up hearing her alarm indicating that it was time for school. Why are the weekends over so quick, it’s Monday already, I groaned to myself.

I was dropped off at the school and I shook with excitement. “Good luck and do your best!” my mother shouted in her usual high and happy voice as she sped off in our small Honda. I walked into the school gym and

“I’m sorry Emily has been causing distractions in class,” mom said, “I will make sure that she is doing the extra work and is completing her homework every night.”

“Go to sleep. You have school tomorrow. You don’t have to tell Daddy until you’re ready. Good night, Allison."

Me: what do u mean why were you late last night? Mom, I am 19 years old. Please take a chill.

Last May, my sister, Lakin, called me during class. I got nervous when I saw her name lighting up my previously black phone screen. She knew I was in class, so whatever it was it must have been important. I told my teacher that my sister was calling me and that I probably needed

I was seating on my room doing my assignments from school. My mom was asking me if I wanted to eat something. I was not hungry but she went on to tell me that I haven’t eaten much all day. I told her that I have a test on Monday and I was very worried about it and I wasn’t thinking about food at all. She told me to stay calm and focus and I will do well. She also said that if I keep stressing out about the test it’s not going to help me. I sure need her advice and support and I felt

Basketball practice, sweaty and ready to take a shower and spend the night at my best friend Tre’s house who was also on the same team as me. I was riding in his dad’s jet black Tahoe in the back seat when I received a phone call from my mother. I answered and she began to tell me with great joy that I had been accepted into Archbishop Mitty High School, a Catholic college prep school about 20 minutes away from me. The tired look on my face quickly turned into a huge grin and I started rambling with disbelief. My face had a permanent smile so much that my cheeks started to hurt. I knew that my decision to go to Mitty would change my life forever.