My First Tryout Experience Essay

About two years ago, when I was 11 years old I had tried out for my first REP basketball team. It took a while to go to the first try out because there wasn’t anyone willing to be a coach that had experience. But, once there was a coach, things started to roll.

I went to the first tryout pretty scared, I didn’t know how much competition there was going to be. Once I had arrived I met some new friends and I also met other people that I already had knew. Surprisingly, there was only 6 people that came to the first tryout… that wasn’t even enough for a full team. We still went on, we did some practicing with our dribbling and shooting, we spent about an hour and half doing the same thing over and over again. I was exhausted and it was time to go home. It was around 9pm and I was tired from all the running so I decided to take a nap on the car ride. After the car ride I went up to my room, changed, and

went to bed.

The next morning I could barely feel my legs, good thing it was summer so I didn’t have to go to school.

I woke up around 7 in the morning, but since I could barely feel my legs I didn’t get out of my bed till 8. I had another tryout the same day, reason being because the coach was busy the next day. I didn’t want to go outside and play basketball with my friends since my legs were already hurting so I decided to stay inside and relax until the tryout. There was only about an hour left.

My legs felt better as I reached there at the tryout, this time there was more people. There were about 20 people at the second tryout and it got me nervous, but I still tried my best. This time we did running, dribbling, shooting, passing, and some mini games. It was more complex. This time the tryout lasted about two hours, longer than the one before. I did pretty well in all of the activities we did that tryout so by the end I was proud. Finally, we went home. This time my legs weren’t hurting. There wasn’t another tryout until the next week, but sadly that day didn’t go

well.

I woke up on the morning of the tryout, I felt a fever and I was coughing a lot. After I went downstairs and checked my temperature, I realized I had a fever. I still went to the tryout because I wasn’t going to be the best. We did the exact same thing in the third try out that we did in the second. I felt like I still did good in this tryout, and I was happy.

Finally, after the tryouts it was time to wait for the email. It had been two days since it was the last tryout, I was so impatient all I could think of was waiting for the email if I had made it or not. My dad called me to his laptop and said there was an email for me. My heart started pumping faster than ever. When I read the email I ran around the house. I was so excited that I made the team and for the rest of the day that was all I could think about.

The journey from the start of the tryouts to the finish, was a long time. Remembering this two years back was a good memory.