Today, like Gatsby, I put on my bathing suit, jumped into
the pool of the AP English discussion and, to make a long story short, drowned.
I did not completely realize the irony of the moment until Ms. Serensky began
begging Elliot, my writing partner, to jump in and save me. Of course I failed
miserably when discussing Gatsby’s participation in a sport/athletic pastime.
We all have heard the story of my swim team failure. But, I fail in much more
than that. For example: everyone remembers the seventh grade football unit.
Some students triumphed and others struggled, but few failed as miserably as I.
I struggled so severely that while playing football, students upheld one basic
rule: Do not, under any circumstances, pass the ball to Meghan Judge. Despite
that rule, I somehow found myself with the ball toward the end of the period
during a tied game of football. In a
state of utter panic, I threw the ball randomly, hoping my teammates would
somehow cross the gym from where I stood alone and catch it. Unfortunately, I
threw the ball to a member of the other team, who proceeded to run and score
the winning touchdown. The other team voted me their MVP. I often look back on
that gym class. I remember how I laughed and thanked her and went home and jokingly
shared my great achievement with others; I even shared the experience years
later with my interviewer for Johns Hopkins. I suppose, for some strange
reason, I value these failures. I constantly repeat my memories as the other
team’s MVP, as the last place swimmer, as the girl who also shared in
discussion last year that McCourt compared a priest to a donkey with horns. Maybe
I value these moments because they taught me the humor in imperfection and the
need to keep moving forward, to save myself from drowning. So, we all must
score the other team’s winning touchdown and drown in discussion. We must teach
ourselves to not depend on our writing partners to jump in and save us, even
though Elliot did so quite well. So, join Gatsby and me in the pool. Make sure
to bring your flotation device.
I too have had many failing moments that haunt me. Relating to your sports experience I believe we played soccer. I scored in the wrong goal, and cheered myself on ( thinking I actually contributed to my team) so did the opposing team. I like how you feel confident enough to confront your failures. I find it healthy to laugh at myself. I tend to do this when I consistently fall or trip. I have issues with gravity.
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