T1B48

Hey again.
Guess what? I made it into somewhere in the top 25! So awesome! Too bad it’s only the first tryouts… 2 more to go. Holy crap, now to think of it, they have to cut ten people from the top 25 players, I feel horrified. I mean, I woke up at 6:15 this morning drenched in sweat, when playing my violin, whenever I screw up and feel frustrated, I wonder if it’s what I’ll be like at tomorrow’s tryout.
Even when I go to sleep, I think how and what I should do that makes me worthy of the basketball team, sometimes get so excited I snap suddenly awake and feel the butterflies coming.
The feelings are also inarticulate. It is nearly impossible to say who or what is pressuring me to make the team, why I’m so desperate to make the team, and why I feel so nervous over something I can’t really control.
Anyways, school today was alright. Math first block, and gym. But gym, my oh my, did I get temporarily depressed. I kept missing such easy shots like lay-ups and three pointers at 45-degree angles. I went ballistic when I missed a hook. But you know the reason I went insane wasn’t that the class was watching or the guys were laughing… I had the second tryout nailed in my head. If I were to do this horrible at that tryout, I’d simply cry.
Then it was French which I managed to pull through, and strings which was awesome. I’m beginning to like Mr.Hill. Guess why I did not like him in the past was that my head was stuck too high and I was too pompous and reactive thinking that he was always trying to pick on me just because he thought I was too good for the class.
Guess I was wrong.

Catch u l8r =J