Personal Narrative
Bryce York
Professor Sanford
English 103
5 February 2015
My Personal Narrative Growing up in Kokomo, Indiana there wasn’t much to the daily life in my hometown. I’d like to believe this is me telling the story of how through hard work and perseverance I could achieve my goal in high school. A goal that many told me was unachievable and stupid to pursue. What is this goal you wonder? My goal was to play Basketball at Kokomo High School. Heck Michael Jordan got cut in high school only to become the biggest star in NBA history, so this is bound to be one of those success stories. Nope, this isn’t the story with the happy ending but my story is something like the alternate ending you get when you buy a movie on DVD. Three of my four years while enrolled at Kokomo I tried out for the team only to be cut each time. Freshman year I came to Kokomo from one of four local middle schools where I had played basketball and was deemed the best player at my school (this isn’t much to brag about as my team won once in three years). So fifteen year old me who had been playing basketball in local leagues and school for about seven years had found something I truly loved and had passion for. This however would turn around to cause the biggest heartbreak in my life. Three days of tryouts as I remember for our freshman team featured all the best players from the four middle schools in Kokomo. Some I had been playing with for years and some who now in college are having great freshman seasons at their respective colleges. Day two of tryouts end and the list of people to stay for day three is posted. I had just played two straight days of solid basketball but I thought the one thing that pushed me over was the hustle and respect I showed the coaches. I walked to the list with one of my best friends at the time and scanned for our last names only to find myself excluded from the third day of tryouts and so devastated that I began to cry on the spot. The sheer embarrassment forced me
Professor Sanford
English 103
5 February 2015
My Personal Narrative Growing up in Kokomo, Indiana there wasn’t much to the daily life in my hometown. I’d like to believe this is me telling the story of how through hard work and perseverance I could achieve my goal in high school. A goal that many told me was unachievable and stupid to pursue. What is this goal you wonder? My goal was to play Basketball at Kokomo High School. Heck Michael Jordan got cut in high school only to become the biggest star in NBA history, so this is bound to be one of those success stories. Nope, this isn’t the story with the happy ending but my story is something like the alternate ending you get when you buy a movie on DVD. Three of my four years while enrolled at Kokomo I tried out for the team only to be cut each time. Freshman year I came to Kokomo from one of four local middle schools where I had played basketball and was deemed the best player at my school (this isn’t much to brag about as my team won once in three years). So fifteen year old me who had been playing basketball in local leagues and school for about seven years had found something I truly loved and had passion for. This however would turn around to cause the biggest heartbreak in my life. Three days of tryouts as I remember for our freshman team featured all the best players from the four middle schools in Kokomo. Some I had been playing with for years and some who now in college are having great freshman seasons at their respective colleges. Day two of tryouts end and the list of people to stay for day three is posted. I had just played two straight days of solid basketball but I thought the one thing that pushed me over was the hustle and respect I showed the coaches. I walked to the list with one of my best friends at the time and scanned for our last names only to find myself excluded from the third day of tryouts and so devastated that I began to cry on the spot. The sheer embarrassment forced me