Life Sucks When You're Not Doing Anything
Oh, how it so sweetly sucks. Last saturday was about the worst saturday of my life.
It was the district swim meet and I was ready to swim the 500, get it over with and fullfill the promise I made to myself that I would get into Regionals this year. Well, the damned administrators/judges/whoever organizes the heats had NINE people in the 500, when there were only supposed to be SIX. And only the top SIX in any event can go to Regionals. That means the three slowest people are put in the first heat and are denied the chance of going to regionals.
And I was in the first heat.
It really kills you inside when you give something everything you have, but that something doesnt give you anything back. I gave it my all, but the person next to me still won the heat. I could barely get out of the water when I was finished. But then, both me and the first heat winner's times were beaten by each of the SIX lucky bastards in the next heat. They all got to go to regionals. They were happy. They can celebrate.
And as a result, my friend who beat me, and I myself are now the only two boys who aren't going to San Antonio for Regionals.
Fucking shame. I broke the promise to myself, and even though my coach tried to console me, there was nothing anybody could say to take the shame off my mind. The rest of the day was bitter, and I almost got my dad and I killed when I was driving back home.
Now I'm not on the team anymore. And it's all because I was beaten by people who get extra help and coaching from a fancy-ass club at the University of Texas, and other exclusive, expensive swim clubs.
The world can go fuck itself.
It was the district swim meet and I was ready to swim the 500, get it over with and fullfill the promise I made to myself that I would get into Regionals this year. Well, the damned administrators/judges/whoever organizes the heats had NINE people in the 500, when there were only supposed to be SIX. And only the top SIX in any event can go to Regionals. That means the three slowest people are put in the first heat and are denied the chance of going to regionals.
And I was in the first heat.
It really kills you inside when you give something everything you have, but that something doesnt give you anything back. I gave it my all, but the person next to me still won the heat. I could barely get out of the water when I was finished. But then, both me and the first heat winner's times were beaten by each of the SIX lucky bastards in the next heat. They all got to go to regionals. They were happy. They can celebrate.
And as a result, my friend who beat me, and I myself are now the only two boys who aren't going to San Antonio for Regionals.
Fucking shame. I broke the promise to myself, and even though my coach tried to console me, there was nothing anybody could say to take the shame off my mind. The rest of the day was bitter, and I almost got my dad and I killed when I was driving back home.
Now I'm not on the team anymore. And it's all because I was beaten by people who get extra help and coaching from a fancy-ass club at the University of Texas, and other exclusive, expensive swim clubs.
The world can go fuck itself.