Danlei

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Script: My high school career, like many other's, began with freshman year. However, unlike many others who had gotten off to a good start, I was comparable to the tortoise in the hare race, the knife at a gunfight, the Green Hope football team at any football game. In other words, freshman year was largely, or rather entirely fogettable, as I struggled with terrible grades, lack of extracurriculars, and a genuine disinterest in school. I started to turn it around sophomore year. MY grades got better that year, and I joined sports and clubs such as cross country and played rec soccer and challenge soccer in addition to volunteering for Key Club. I did only a few things, but at least they were things I enjoyed doing. One lasting memory from that yera would be the soccer tournament in Wilmington. My Challenge team was playing the last of 3 games, and we HAD TO WIN to take the medal, cup, trophy, whatever it was. Also, the coach told us that he'd take us to Hooters. We were up 1-0 because this guy named Tony nailed a free kick from 30 meters out. adlib After that, a storm rolled over, and we knew that if they stopped this game, we would automatically win and go to Hooters. But a well placed pass, and they scored. Just as our team was about to kick off again, God suddenly decided to cry really hard. Actually, it started to rain. The entire sky was overcast, and to say that the incoming rain drenched us would be a gross understatement. IT wasn't just pouring; it felt like some idiot was dumping buckets of water on my face every second. I'm gonna remember that day forever because as I trudged back with my head down to shield from the relentless rain, I felt like a loser. It was our last game, and to go out was disappointing. Moreover, we didn't go to Hooters. Just like the 20 year old who gets bounced from the club, it was "maybe next year" for our Challenge soccer team. Junior year I should just skip. I had so much work, it was terrible, I think I grew white hairs. On average, I slept at 2 every day trying to read the APUSH textbook word for word. The worst part was, I slept through the whole class anyway and I probably missed half of Mr. Hrehor's jokes of the day. Senior year's a pretty good year. My course workload is easier than last year's, and I was lucky to make it out alive after this season in rec soccer, when our team was decimated by a painful elbow injury to one kid, a twisted ankle to another, turf toe, barfing and throwing up during a game, and people having to take the SAT or even lamer, the SAT practice courses. Seriously though, it was like our team's own VWar against the guerrilla of injuries and testing. Somehow we finished third. Throughout my high school career, I have made wonderful friends and learned important things. From the lows of the first years with the rain game to the highs of this year, it's all been a part of a memorable experiecne I will call HS years.