PE class.

Today we were supposed to take a test. My scholarship depends on the result of that test and unfortunately, it's basketball. I hate it with all my heart. For some reason my geometry brain works well only on paper, showing a real ball is a completely different thing. After some warmup, we stood in a line and each of us was given 5 throws. I was able to only miss one if I wanted to pass it with a higher grade and not lose the opportunity for a scholarship.

I was super nervous so I went to the far end of the line and watched as other girls took their turns. I could feel my anxiety growing inside as I got closer. Finally, it was my turn. I stood in front of the basket and looked at it intimidated.

• "Come on Lucy, your turn. You can do it." Couch cheered me.

I threw the ball... and it went in.

• "Good throw, one in." He said.

I prepared and threw one more... Miss.

• "Oh crap." I said.
• "Don't worry, as long as you score the rest, you are fine.

Preparation, and another throw... It went in.

• "Yes!"
• "Keep going, Lucy."

I focused on the basket and threw the ball... Another score.

• "Yey, just one more!"

I took a long breath, then held it and threw the ball... And the ball missed.

• "Oh no, no, no, no."
• "I am sorry Lucy, it's still a passing grade though."
• "But my scholarship!" I said with tears in my eyes.
• "I am really sorry, but you know the rules."

I didn't know what to do in that situation. I couldn't allow losing the scholarship.