Personal Narrative: The Basketball Team

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The Basketball Team I made the basketball team this season. I tried so hard to make the team and I was finally able to do it. In 7th grade I tried out for the team but I didn’t make that year. I still needed to work on my game more. I also tried out in 8th grade but again I didn’t make the team. I needed to work on my game even more. So when I went to try out for the team this year I was kind of nervous. I didn’t know what to expect from it. If I made the team I would of been very excited and kind of relieved that I didn’t get cut for the third time in a row. On the first day of tryouts I feel like I could have performed better than I did. On the second day of tryouts I was a little more ready for what it was gonna be like. I definitely performed

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