As I stand at the line, focused and ready, on either side of me my teammates are doing the same, but I'm not paying attention to them. My focus is on the rim, one with my goal. Today, I am confident and determined, but I wasn't always so sure.
When I was younger , I had trouble fitting in. I always had friends and people liked me, but I could never find one talent or interest that spoke to me. Nothing ever came easy. I always felt like I was coming from behind. Never from a lack of effort. I worked hard and still felt frustrated. School was difficult, I worked hard in all my subjects but never made a connection. I wasn't interested in any of the clubs my school had to offer.
This brings me to sports. I started playing soccer at 5 years old and swim team at 6 years old. Then I tried volleyball briefly at 10 years old, even though I found some success, feeling of worth, they weren't right either. When I was 12 years old I tried out for my first basketball team. Something clicked for me. I didn't find instant success but I felt the challenge and excitement for what this game held for me. "Earning" alligator push-ups on a daily basis pushed my body, learning the complex patterns to the offense, and feeling the ball leave my hand and knowing it was going in. Yes, this is what I was looking for.
So, I will become the best basketball player I can be. Through blood, sweat, and tears I will work hard for what is truly important, What really matters to me, is what I will become. College is a step on that path, maybe the most important vital of them all. My parents hopes and dreams, my drive to succeed and belief that I can. I only know I won't quit until my dream becomes my reality. I owe it to myself.
~Johnna Whipple