A Time When I Persevered
by Harshini (S1 2020)
“Octavia! Get up! Its almost 8am! You are going to be late!” My mother’s voice jolted me awake. I looked over my alarm clock.
“Shoot!” I overslept. I immediately ripped off my blanket and dashed to the bathroom to get ready. I picked up the first uniform that I could find. I was not sure it was even clean. But I did not care. I could not be late today.
Today was my CCA trials. I had already chosen which CCA trial I wanted to go: Band. It was my CCA in
primary school. I was the band major and I wanted to continue learning music in secondary school. I checked my phone. Seven missed calls from Bellamy. Bellamy was my best friend, and like me, he also had chosen which CCA trial he wanted to go to: Track and Field. Bellamy ran faster than the speed of sound. When he starts, he could not be stopped. I grabbed a piece of bread, kissed my mother goodbye and bolted to school.
Fortunately, I made it there just in time. However, everyone else had already started their trials. I knew I had to get started if I wanted to get a place in band. I found Bellamy who was grinning from ear to ear. He approached me and excitedly said that he got into Track and field. I congratulated him and rushed to band trials. When I got there, the line had snaked through the hallway. I let out a sigh.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, it was my turn. I stepped into the room, but to my surprise, it was empty. A staff member approached me. To my dismay, the words that came out of her mouth left me speechless. All the spots had been filled up! My heart sank. In desperation, I went to the other trial stations but they all had no slots left, except for football. The teacher in charge told me that I was lucky as I filled up the last spot. But I did not feel lucky at all. I knew nothing about football, or even sports. My coordination was terrible and my agility was even worse. I walked like a bull in a china shop.
On the first day of practice, the coach started with simple drills. He made it look easy when I did them, it was the total opposite. Everyone could execute the drills perfectly while I was stumbling over my own feet. By then end of training, my legs felt like jelly and I had cramps in places I did not even know I had muscles. I looked around. Everyone seemed fine. Before releasing us, the coach told us we had a competition coming up soon.
As I walked out of school, I saw Bellamy waiting for me. He took one glance at me and asked,” Was it that bad?” I shook my head and told him what happened. I knew I had to practise even harder. I did want to pull the team down. Bellamy even offered to help me. After school every day, I practised. I put in my 110% effort. Sometimes, I felt like giving up but I continued to press on.