Novas english

 i think a time i couldnt stop laughing was in our game evb had at least 2 cramps back to back and it was the funniest thing ever. the crowd kept laughing n we kept getting subbed in and out like a rotation. it was actually like going back and forth. today we continued the one pager.

  The experience of having a highly demanding, but ultimately successful, basketball coach can reflect that juh like in Blake's poems. A great coach is admired and glazed lowkey for their strategic smarts and ability to develop players like coach Morton, leading a team to victory. Their leadership is a source of like peak, a well executed play, a disciplined team, and the feeling of winning that represents the peak of performance . but not gon lie, this same coach can also be feared. Their intensity, emotional outbursts, or the thought of perfection can be terrifying to players like in the poem. 

 my parents never really told me what my birth was ion tallk to them for real. today i dont think i was at school this day but yea,

over fall break i had practice, i also went on a college visit for track and field so it was a pretty good break.i mean im chilling. i really liked the school.

 1. i listen to music everyday 2. i take naps 3. i participate in a after school sport today was chill i really slept the majority of the day. so it was a chill day i was super laid back all day.

  My teacher, Mrs. Davison, was one of those people who could read a room better than anyone. One day, we were discussing a book we had just finished. I had so many thoughts about it all these ideas swirling in my head but I just sat there, waiting for someone else to say something. ive always been a quiet person unless i was with my friends   After class, Mrs. Davison stopped me and said, "I know you have things to say. I see it on your face when we discuss the book." I mumbled something like, "Yeah, I just don't like talking in front of people." She smiled and said, "Then don't think of it as talking in front of people. Think of it as sharing a good idea with people who are ready to listen.

  The worst pre-race jitters usually hit during warm-ups, when you're going through your drills and feeling the energy of the crowd. But for me, the fear was different. It hit when I opened my track bag and saw nothing but dirty clothes. My spikes were gone. I tore everything out, throwing it around the grass. My brand-new, broken-in track spikes were nowhere to be found. It was my first high school district meet as a freshman, and I was running the 100-meter. The gun was going to go off in less than twenty minutes. ive never worn anything else

 The roar of the crowd felt like a physical thing, a wave of noise that hit me square in the chest. My shoes was deep in the court, a feeling I’d known a thousand times before in practice, but this was different. This was the state championship 2 min left tied score, full count. It was a movie but it felt so real .

 honestly jut that im glad everyone gets the same chances now and i love that. if i was in troys position id look harder and prove to them i can do it just like everyone else.

  The biggest truth I was scared to accept is that I'm not good enough. Like, not "I didn't try hard enough" or "I could train more," but just flat-out not fast enough. I ran track since middle school, always working for the top spot. I'd do extra drills, stay late, and push myself to near-throwing-up during practices. It used to work.   I made varsity freshman year, and it was the best feeling ever. But that feeling faded. In my head, I was still that freshman, still on the rise. In reality, The sophomores were blowing past my PRs, and the juniors who used to be behind me were now ahead I hated it. but now its senior year and its my break out season I call it "revenge era" because I'm coming for it all.

 You just know when someone thinks they're all that. Not even from what they say, but just like, how they walk . This dude I used to know was like that, always acting so cool. He wasn't even super popular, just one of those kids who thought he was. I don't even remember his name, just his shoes: those Lebron 2013s. bro was dumb trash at basketball not gon lie.  The weird thing is, now I feel kinda bad about it. I mean, I don't know the whole story. Maybe he saved up for months for those shoes. Maybe they meant something to him. And I was judging him just like, instantly but me personally I'm not buying $300 shoes to be trash that's just me. wait I lowk sound like I'm still judging but I'm not trust.

 I've always been curious about dreams. the real meaning behind them. where the come from and what causes them. will be #1 forever.

 I'ma stay quiet that ain't my business if we being honest because I know if that was me then I'd want them to mind they business. me personally I'ma face my consequences like the "adult" I'm supposed to be becoming. some people might get hurt some people will remain the same. today has been a really chill day honestly I slept did poster etc.

 a conversation that changed me was coming out of my first relationship realizing I have a lot more things mentally to handle before I could sit in a relationship because I cant help someone if I cant help myself.

 I believed in Santa for a while, till about age 7. I also believed in the tooth fairy but one day I seen my mom put money under my sisters pillow and I stopped believing after that. I think lowkey that when I stopped believing in all the stuff like that for real.