A Tale of Two Games

It's a very blustery day on this Friday afternoon. I have never seen it this windy without snow.

Last night and this morning were both bittersweet. Within the past 24 hours relatively, I went to my last basketball game and practice of the season. Unfortunately, I will not be able to go to our final game on Monday because it is imperative that I go to my excellerated class that starts on the same night.

From my perspective, I thought it was probably one of the most physical games that I have seen us play in this season. It was possibly second only to the Frankfort game when we had a couple of really bad injuries.

If our game was a chapter in a book then I think it's title could have been "A Tale of Two Games." The first half was about as tight as one could imagine. Looking back, I think there were over twenty fouls called total in the first half which led to some of our players getting into foul trouble.

It was the first time this year that we were faced with this problem so I could not be too upset but it was a little troublesome coming out of the locker room. Many of our starters already had their second and third fouls.

Of course, I was momentarily put at ease after I noticed I had a cheering section last night. A few of my friends decided to take in our game that evening along with preparing a sign that said, "We love our Coaches!" It meant a lot to see them there especially since one of them is an alumnus of a rival school.

But, as I said before, this was only momentary because this was when the second tale of the game began. This was because very few fouls were called during the second half of our game last night. If we couple that with an already physical and intense game this leads to potential problems and possible injuries.

In fact, it got so bad at one point that one of our players got scratched up pretty bad on her shoulder. Imagine our shock when she was called for the foul on the play. I am still trying to figure that one out.

She walked to the bench holding her shoulder but I still could not figure out to what extend the cut was. After she sat down, I noticed that it looked pretty bad. Not as bad as seeing one of my teammates dislocate a finger in one of my own seventh-grade AAU games (which is an entirely different book) but it definitely looked painful.

As the final buzzer sounded, I have never been more relieved. I wanted to see a quick end to this game because I was afraid that more people would get hurt. Right now, we are still undefeated with one game left to play in the book that is our season.

Hopefully, the final chapter of the season will end as the previous fifteen. Either way, if the book on this season is ever written, I know for sure that I will be the first one to buy it.

My Finals, My Future

It is the last night before finals week begins. As is customary, I am up late delaying the sleep which will make my first exam come sooner than I wish.

Of course, my mind is a little bit concerned about the subject of my first final although not too mcuh. Despite it being unlike it any class that I have ever taken, the class will definitely help me in my future career.

However, other subjects are keeping my eyelids from shutting. Mostly, I have just been pondering questions about the past and how my future could have been so much different.

The details of these questions are pretty personal so I will not mention them but it is interesting to think about them every now and then. Would I have been different? Would I have been the same person that I am now? Would I have the same interests, hopes, dreams, and thoughts?

All that I know is that I am ready to do what I was meant to do. Right now, I am in a tough place. It seems that as soon as you know what you want to do with the rest of your life, you want the rest of your life to begin as soon as possible.

I know for sure that I am capable of doing the tasks that will await me when I enter the real world. These past few years, I have learned that no single letter is a measurement of a person. Why are we judged by just one letter?

Much focus has been given to these kind of achievements instead of a person's ability to work hard and better themselves. Even though, I have figured this out, I wish that some of the people would do the same.

When I read a book, I am not concerned with just one letter. I am concerned with the words and sentences that the letters make up, the ideas presented, and the message that it presents. I wish to see people the same way by looking at every aspect of themselves and not limiting myself to one aspect (or letter) of their personality.