“Strike three! You’re out!” said the umpire. My heart sank. That was the closing of my junior year baseball season and I had to watch the seniors cry. We had made it all the way to the semifinals just like the two years before and couldn’t quite pull it off. It goes without saying that three years of losing, especially when you are so close to the state championship, is a devastating experience. Despite the little hope that I had for my upcoming senior season, I felt determined and was willing to do whatever it took to get the team and myself ready for the state championship that was so close the past few seasons. We worked harder that season than we ever had before. From the first week of February to the last weekend of May, each member of the team including myself gave 110% effort on and off the field to ensure ourselves the opportunity to achieve something that we all so desperately desired. In the end, the seniors were crying again, but this time because we won.
That experience changed me more than I could have ever imagined. Not only did I feel such a sense of accomplishment, but it also taught me how to work for things in other aspects of my life. Everything we had done to prepare, all the effort that we had put into it had paid off. I had set a goal, worked for it, and achieved the ultimate reward. Now, in everything I do, that state championship is in the back of my mind reminding me of what is possible. It motivates me academically to transfer that work ethic to my school life. I constantly aim to be the best that I can be.