Today at work, I tried to toss a crumbled up piece of paper into a waste basket at really close range and missed. Two other people working there playfully laughed at me, and it reminded me of the 8th grade.
I tried out for the Woodrow Wilson Middle School basketball team the first year that there was a Woodrow Wilson Middle School basketball team. They announced that they would be taking fifteen player and help three days of open tryouts. Eighteen individuals came out. So, they would be taking fifteen out of eighteen people. Meaning, they were only cutting three. And I was one of the three poeple who got cut.
It's really hilarious, looking back on it, that I wanted to try out for the basketball team. I have little to no hand/coordination. I am not very tall and can't jump very high. Looking at me, I am the last person you'd expect to be a basketball player. I guess I just really liked basketball at the time.
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