Tom Gilchrist
November 17, 2010
AMST 100
King
Story Rough Draft
I never really thought highly of school. I always figured baseball would take me anywhere I dreamed to go. Playing at a large university was my goal from the day I stepped foot on a ball field. I always pictured college in such a way that it got my hopes up. I dreamed of having the girls, cars, and clothes. My mom always stressed “Get your work done, or you will be sorry”. I never believed I would actually be sorry. I finished high school with a decent GPA, but nothing extraordinary that helped my case in athletics. It was a nightmare that had come true; I was enrolled in a junior college for the fall of my freshman year, in a state halfway across the country. You wouldn’t believe how much I hated myself at this point. My mother’s statement just hung over my head like a virus, while I kicked myself in the head for not believing her words.
For the next two years, studies were my main priority. I was married to my classes. I wouldn’t say it was the most love filled marriage though. After picking my grades up and finally becoming a student, I began to realize what was important in life. Who knew being stuck in a small desert town in Colorado could change a man so drastically. Arriving home, it was like my life had set to fast forward. Everyone around me was in such a rush and people were so rude and inconsiderate. Was this me? Is this how I used to treat people? Again I took that size 13 and kicked myself in the head. I had changed myself for the better. At this moment, baseball took the backseat to my morals and reputation. I was a new and better man, and I thank my mother for that.
Always have faith and trust in your elders. Their wisdom over shadows all that we may believe true. Word Count: 308






