This last year was quite a trip. I had some amazing high points. I won a national championship with my ultimate team,
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I got my first tattoo and loved it,
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and I lavished in the promiscuity of 18 year old college girls
Unfortunately, while all these went on, my grades plummeted. I considered dropping out of college, but upon listening to some friends I decided instead on a drastic major change. I had to write an appeal to my college to stay and I nearly lost my financial aid through the entire process. I decided that my life needed to undergo some major changes and I made a huge sacrifice... I quit my Ultimate Frisbee team.
My teammates were some of my closest friends, they are practically an extended family. But pressures from school and home (I take the 3 hour drive home on the weekends to help my mom with her business) were distracting me and I was playing far below my means. Where I used to work out five days a week, I was reduced to working out once or twice a week. I wasn't devoting enough time to school and I wasn't devoting enough time to my sport.
A little over a month has passed since I left the team and I still keep in frequent contact with my teammates to check on their progress at practices and tournaments. This weekend my team won a large tournament in Seattle and I'm here sitting on my couch wishing I was there with them. Some of my teammates will travel to Italy this next week to compete in the Beach Worlds Competition representing the USA.
I took a hiatus from my sport to improve my gpa, but I worry that this hiatus will become permanent. I miss my sport and I miss my team, I need to occupy my mind with something to forget about this.