It was Thursday afternoon, and we knew it was finally time to play the juniors in basketball. Knowing the hair on our heads was on the line, we were willing to put everything at risk in order to win and keep ourselves safe. Then the game started. The juniors began with a couple points. Then they scored a couple more. I noticed we weren’t responding like we should. When JD Guffy (12) said, “We’re gonna blow them out,” I thought he was right and instead we were down twelve points already. We needed to respond the right way. At halftime, we were down by 10 and were getting beaten by a more energetic team. We weren’t hitting our shots and playing like we should have. However, everyone knew what needed to be done. We needed to lock in in order to beat this team. We came into the second half with the right mentality. By the end of the third quarter, the game had already swung in our favor. The juniors were running out of energy, and we were hitting threes as well. When the game ended and we...
Dalat holds memories in my heart that I will carry with me through my next journey. The journey from middle school days, when survival during the global pandemic was the focus, to now, the end of senior year, has been long, but looking now it was going to end in a few days. A tight-knit community is about to disperse to different places, bringing new challenges. Middle school, a time of immature chaos, was a time to cherish. Within the classroom, Jonathan and Soniya would steal my shoe pencil case and hide it among my favorite erasable pens. The romance in middle school was unique because there was so much drama over who liked who, and I just thought the guys we liked would chase us around physical education class in the name of tag and run. Secret spots, like sitting under the old middle school staircase for lunch and at the Hut every morning before school, are things seniors would remember. There were weird moments in middle school when Ms. Kong would make Zavier Buckley d...