This week was brutal. Monday was a typical Monday—a drawn out reality check. Tuesday was especially terrible. First off, my basketball team had practice at six in the morning. Moreover, the practice was hard! It is hard to roll out of bed, get to school, and then run sprints. Not an ideal start to a day. When the practice came to a close, the rest of the day simply glided by—most likely because I was half asleep throughout the remainder of the day. In fact, I almost fell asleep in U.S. History. I have never actually fallen asleep in a class before. As my head was bobbing up and down trying to stay awake, my U.S. History teacher told me that it was impossible for me to sleep in class. Apparently, I’m “too respectful to fall asleep in class.” She had a point. For some reason, I feel terribly guilty for even trying to sleep in class.
Wednesday followed with a game at Flowery Branch. The day went quickly in anxiety for the game. The coach at Flowery Branch was the old coach at Chattahoochee when my brother played. I always looked up to him as a coach, as he has the reputation of being one of, if not the best basketball coach in Georgia. I knew we had a challenge in front of us. The game was a nail-biter. The team was expected to spank us back to Johns Creek, but we only lost by about six points. Their team relies on their big man, Ishmael. He supposedly is going to Miami on scholarship for basketball. I was very impressed with his ability. He dunked on both of our big men who are not exactly small (6’8” and 6’7”). We play the team again this Tuesday.
Thursday was another never-ending day. I don’t even remember what exactly happened on Thursday. School then practice—story of my life. Practice Thursday and Friday revolved around beating the emerging rival high school, Lambert. They beat us on our court in overtime first semester, and we were not going to let that happen again. We watched some of the film Friday night and were shocked at how we gave up an eight point lead in the fourth quarter. Defensive breakdowns killed us.
Saturday was a different story. We started off the game on fire and exerted our dominance from the get-go. The game was intense from start to our overtime victory. It was a huge win for the Gladiators, as everyone stepped up and played well. We took the win on the court in revenge for the one they stole on ours.
Now it is Sunday, the day for pre-week planning, church, and homework. It’s funny how 99% of my weekend homework is from AP Lang. I’m not complaining. I like to vent on a blog once in a while. It’s like my own personal diary—except anyone can read it. I don’t know if people actually read these blogs. Who knows? Maybe I’ll write something really controversial then see if anyone comments. We’ll see what this week has in store to write about next Sunday.