Talent

I go to gym class every week in dread. I watch everyone play like allstars. This week is the beginning of another sport we're going to play, and this week it was baseball. Coach chose the captains. The captains pick whoever they want to be on their team. Everytime, I'm last. Nothing changed this week, I was last. Everytime I get chosen last, I feel like crying. I was sitting on the sidelines, waiting to go up to bat. Everyone was cheering for me, even Coach. I hate it when people cheer for me in gym, because I know I'm going to dissapoint them. Their cheers seem like they know how much I hate it. I hit the ball, and slowly jogged to first. I don't even try anymore. What's the point? Their just going to get me out. What kills me everytime I hit the ball, they effortlessly get me out. One time, my friend was on a different team, and when I went up to bat that time, she told one of her teamates I was going to be an "easy out." 1

Later that day, I went to my homeroom. My teacher was handing out parts for the Christmas Show. Nobody really was excited. He randomly chose one person to choose his/her line for the show. Then that person would pick a friend, who would pick a friend, and it would go on and on. I waited, and waited, and waited. No one picked me. I was stuck with the worst line in the show. My teacher announced what line I got. Everyone turned and looked at me. I felt my face get red. A lump in my throat came upon me. All of the people in my school are rich and get whatever they want. I never get what I want. This rule applied here today. I came home crying. It wasn't the fact that I got the worst line, but the fact that nobody chose me. I was tired of being the outcast. They were all rich, pretty, athletic, and absoulutley the most perfect people in the world. Once, I told someone in my class how I felt, and they yelled at me about how terrible their life is, and how I shouldn't complain. They thought I was spoiled, and didn't care about anyone but myself. Of course I had a few friends. I have one friend that has been my friend since 2nd grade. She is my true best friend. Sadly, one of my friends is turning into one of THEM. 2

Everytime one of these things happened, especially athletic related things, I would ask myself the same question over and over again. What made me special? What's my talent? They could do anything they put their minds to. There is no limit to what they could do. There was only one thing I could do well. It was dancing. Not jazz or hip hop or tap. Ballet. It is my favorite activity. It is the only thing I can sucess in. My family always told me they could never do ballet like I did. I never believed them. I also thought my talent wasn't important. Besides being a straight A student, I wanted something that mattered. Then, it dawned on me one day when I was going through one of these times. These talents are important. My dancing skills were amazing. The teacher thought so, and everyone thought so. Also, my scholastic records were impecable. I realized that when it comes to getting into college and finding a job, they would struggle, and I would be fine. I went from total depression about my talents, to being filled with talent. For now, I would just have to bear through the bad things. That's life. I would have to bear through everything. I found wise words someone once said: no one ever said life would be easy, they just said it would be worth it. This doesn't mean that I wouldn't be depressed when I went through these things, just I would realize that everything's gonna be ok. Just like the Jonas Brothers say, A little bit longer, and I'll be fine. Although some may hate them, it's good words to live by.