High school is a strange time. After eight years of trying to develop identity and friends in the elementary and middle school, students are expected to mature immediately on the very first day of ninth grade. Unfortunately, my â€œmaturityâ€ did not arrive when expected. I never fully realized in the earlier grades how important high school success is. To go from being coddled, and having everything sugar coated, to the treachery of â€œreal lifeâ€ certainly affected me, and my entire outlook on life. Granted, that I am only a sophomore and I have not yet felt the full affect of high school, I still feel that change is always an option. Iâ€™ve learned, and Iâ€™m learning still, both through observations and personal experiences, that there are many mishaps in life which seem to be unexplainable and unfair, but they are not devastating consequences! Now, I know itâ€™s trite, but I find it superlative to â€œnot stress over the little things.â€ If we let the small thing bitter ourselves, how can!
we ever move passed them and appreciate the bigger and better things in life? I canâ€™t pin point the exact time I changed, but sometime at the end of my ninth grade year, I had an epiphany.
It all started with volleyball, and just went down hill from there. I felt that my position on JV was unacceptable. I considered myself to be irreplaceable, and took JV volleyball for granted. I mouthed off to the coaches, skipped practices, ignored the other players, and did whatever I pleased, thinking nothing of the consequences. By the second game, my coaches took notice to my direct negativity and disrespect. As a punishment, they didnâ€™t start me at our third game, in fact I was benched for almost the whole time. In a blind (and stupid) rage, I yelled at the coaches, blatantly insulting their authority. To reprimand my inexcusable behavior, I was thrown off the team. I h