Clarifying everything is a little hard to do. So, I am just going to start from the usual beginning. I am a sophomore in High school and will attend college eventually. My personality is based on my writing and the places I am in, such as my room. I am a long distance runner, but I used to play softball. Ok, here goes.
I started fastpitch softball because I was encouraged by the movie The Sandlot. Then, I get into Fall and Spring league ball. I became a pitcher and put effort into it. I became a star pitcher on the All-Star team and received many trophies. After all that, my parents started controlling my efforts by putting me in try-outs for Select Teams. At times, I was in control of them, but at most times, they were.
People say I worry too much. They were right. I was always nervous before any practice or game. I begged for it to rain! The moments of cancellations set me free and I am the happiest ever. But, then again, it cleared up and I had to proceed with softball. I cried every night begging to get out. Suicidal moments never arose. I then realized that my sensitivity toward everything was raising the roof. I couldn’t talk, I was always depressed, I missed the free weekend days, and I never caught on with my friends.
Softball ended in my life after the summer of ’08. I was the happiest ever. I could finally breathe. But there were times I mourned my early teenage life of all those years playing softball (11-15 years old). I lost so many friends. The movie night we had never arose. Not to mention my love life…no date in 2 years. So, now I run in cross country and track. I have friends and ever since softball ended, more sleep for me. That’s just 1 chapter of my life. A depressing start to my teen years.
I need to point out something. Society is hard to control these days. You watch football on a Friday night and see entertainment. All I see is something I would die from.
The reason we have sports is to have fun, or see fun. Softball is one harsh sport. A game is a game! You either win or lose! The softball coach I had in High school, (just my freshman year), was…weird. It’s like looking in a mirror smiling and seeing your reflection just staring at you as if you were stupid. The coaches have favorites and punish you for your wrong-doings…that’s why I was always nervous.
I’ll tell an example of an episode of a game: I was in left field and it was slightly slippery. A ball went over 3rd base and hit against the shed. I jogged over there and slipped while preparing to grab the ball…they were mad at me…for laughing about it and being careless. I was having fun…all they cared about was torturing the other team.
There were 2 captains on the JV team. Guess what? If we did something in practice that was misguiding (not hustling), then the coaches would tear them up! I thought it was unfair! I grew so crazy about it, I felt pure pain. Why give us all the punishment and blame if we’re having fun?! I wanted to go to the cops or tell someone that the sports have become insane! You can play a sport for fun if EVERYONE is accepted, but you can’t play a sport for fun if the coaches make it that way!
I’ll sum it up for you: softball ruined my life at the end. I had fun, but no one accepted it. I can never go back to my plain self again all because of the sports today.
Supporting face: in medieval times, hopscotch was used by the Roman soldiers during training, and is now for kids on concrete. The sport of softball is just the opposite.
I need help coping with the beginning of my depressing teen years. Please help me.
) it’s not that i doubt i’m not going to graduate… i’m just not sure about my academic standing. that was all i was striving to do my entire high school. well, i’m feeling torn apart about it, though. i know it’s not exactly worth my time to just focus on keeping my mother happy with what i’m doing, but i think because of that, i’m letting myself go. not in that case, just i think i could have done better in school. i’m doing fine, but maybe that’s just it. well, i’m relieved of high school in two weeks. now heading on to college! 
