The Valpo Core Reader


Kim Walesh

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Narrative Essay

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Many accomplished athletes have had meager beginnings, and I am no exception. Grade school phys-ed somehow failed to trigger any of my hidden coordination. All nine fielders, including the pitcher, always took ten giant steps forward when I tood a batting stance. When picking teams for kickball, my friends chose me last, that is, if I hadn't cleverly designated myself as official cheerleader. And every day I spent my fifteen-minute recess twirling two jump ropes in circles while two normal ten-year-olds weaved skillfully between them. Nothing, however, confirmed my belief that I would never be a Wheaties box candidate more than my memorable command performance on the Randall School sixth grade girls' basketball team.