Wednesday, September 4, 2019
the boy :: essays research papers
     â€Å"You all tried your best,†Coach Stevenson said to the group of boys. I was sitting in the back not even listening to him. I was staring at the thick stack of envelopes in his hand. â€Å"Do not open the envelope until you get in your car!†Finally he passed them back.      â€Å"Gobel, Giles, Hepp, Hegg, Hicks†. I snatched it out of his hand. I could feel that it was still warm. I started to walk towards the door, witch seemed like a mile away. I could barley walk the anticipation was so bad. I rounded the corner thinking how hard I had tried in practice. Then I turned another corner thinking how bad I wanted that place on the team.      I was just about to the skills for living room when my hand acted without asking my brain first. I thrust my finger into the envelope, shedding the paper like a six year-old boy on Christmas mourning. You could hear the paper tare apart. Still walking like a mad man I wiped out the envelope, it read†¦.      â€Å"Cha-ching,†the sound effects played in my head. Congratulations! From the first word on I knew the results. I made the team.      I walked out the door and saw my mom sitting in her car. She had that look on her face. She did not want to have to tell me, â€Å"its ok maybe next year.†She didn’t have to. I smiled wider than my ears. My mom knew what the paper said before I got in the car.      I pulled out the sheet and looked at the schedule. â€Å" Practice 5 days a week!†Maybe I wouldn’t have been so bad to be cut.      â€Å"You all tried your best,†Coach Stevenson said to the group of boys. I was sitting in the back not even listening to him. I was staring at the thick stack of envelopes in his hand. â€Å"Do not open the envelope until you get in your car!†Finally he passed them back.      â€Å"Gobel, Giles, Hepp, Hegg, Hicks†. I snatched it out of his hand. I could feel that it was still warm. I started to walk towards the door, witch seemed like a mile away. I could barley walk the anticipation was so bad. I rounded the corner thinking how hard I had tried in practice. Then I turned another corner thinking how bad I wanted that place on the team.      I was just about to the skills for living room when my hand acted without asking my brain first.
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