I imagine that this blog is aimed towards religion, as we are reading Malcolm X. However, I have chosen to write about something a little different. It seems that I have talked a lot about religion over the course of the year in this class, so I will do something different.
Although, I'm at a bit of a loss on what to write about. This blog is being written more than a month late. This is the first blog that I will have written in the second semester. I am writing this during the state tournament. My mind has been completely on basketball as my career is coming to a close. I have a maximum of twelve days left in my career, and I fully intend on playing it out until the end. All that I can think to do with an open title like this is think back on my career. Just as everyone told me, it flew by. I remember the first day of open gym my freshman year as if it was a few weeks ago. Sophomore year was a ride, to say the least. And junior year, like my sophomore and senior years, was full of unexpected twists, turns, and disappointments. All in all, though, I would not trade my experiences as a basketball at Whitney Young for anything in the world. I would be lying if I wrote that there weren't certain things that I do not regret, or wish didn't happen. I think about them every day. However, over the years, I've grown as a person. I've matured. I try to use them as a learning experience as that is the only other logical reaction.
Finally, I don't want this blog entry to seem as if I haven't enjoyed attending school at Whitney Young; I have genuinely enjoyed every day that I have walked through the doors. Nor do I want it to seem as if it is a good bye from the basketball program. 12 days is no time at all, and all the time in the world at the same time. It was just what was on my mind, so I know that it means something.
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