Remembering the Good Ol' Days

Hey Internet World,


I can sense a district win in the near future for the girl’s varsity basketball team! The first few weeks have been going very well; all the girls have been practicing hard. I am most surprised with how much everyone has improved, including me! It seems just like yesterday that I was just beginning to play in seventh grade!

*flashback music*

It was seventh grade and, weirdly enough, I chose to play basketball. I was probably under the influence or something because I was the most girly person you had ever met! I was a dancer back then and thought all sports were a waste of time and that more people should dance. Yet, basketball called me to be a daring misfit and give the whole “sports” thing a go. So I went out the first day and I thought “Oh dear, what the flapjacks am I doing out here with a bunch of jocks”? The first week went flying by and I couldn’t help but smile every time someone was talking about basketball. During that first week, I had fallen in love with the game called basketball. My seventh grade year went well, but we sadly lost all the games. Though, I knew my eighth grade year would be great!
Eighth grade year came and the summer before I worked on the necessary skills and the knowledge of the game. The season rolled by and I was on the JV team. I was simply ecstatic to be on the next level. I did whatever I could do to be the best I could possibly be, but one little trait held me back from reaching my full potential sometimes. The one thing that held me down was…I over analyzed everything! When I was about to shoot, I would begin to do geometry in my head. When I was playing one-on-one, I had to view my options before doing anything. Basically, my mind was a walking computer that calculated every possible option or equation to get the best results. That season I earned my name “Degrees”, due to the fact I thought too much in both games and practices. I was a good player and had great potential; I just couldn’t get over being the perfect player. I needed to stop doing geometry in my head every time the ball brushed my fingers. It was terrible; I began to dream of triangles and angle measurements. AH!

As time wore on, I was on the varsity basketball team and it was a nightmare learning how to put “Degrees” in a box for school and bring “Chopstix” out of storage. I just needed to realize I can be a really good player, if I don’t do geometry in my head. When I first started basketball, I never realized that I didn’t need to worry about perfection; I needed to worry about on simple goal...how I was going to improve as a player. So there you have it, a short version of my past in basketball.

I will now end with a random quote!

Me: “I’m an Asian so if I don’t shave for two weeks, you can’t tell the difference!”
Angie: “I’m Italian. So if I don’t shave for two weeks, people would come after me with torches and pitchforks thinking I am some type of Sasquatch!”

Peace chiquita bananas!!!!


Asian on a Pogostick is hopping out of here!