SAT Day

 So I took my SAT's on January 25th. This was my second time taking the these SAT's. The first time is received a 1540 with a whole week of preparation. It felt like those SAT's tomorrow just snuck up on me. My goal is to get at least a 1650. If I get above that I will be more than happy and I know that is only going to happen with the help of the Lord. Coach Amy Tucker from Stanford University stated that I should strive for at a minimum a 600 in each category or a 550. With my goals towards that 600 or 550 would ensure an 1800 or 1650, that would be great. College is a very big deal in life and in order to maximize my potential I need to make an effort to become a better basketball player and student all around. The key to life in all things is "hard work". Without hard work you will be just like everyone else, average. Success is measured by being above everyone else and out of the norm. Also in order to achieve success requires high levels of preparation. When we prepare we must work hard so that we may achieve that success we are aiming to reach. Most of our goals is to rise above and hard work through preparation will be the key to getting their. My hopes

Bad Beginnings

My family was geared up and ready to embark on a great vacation to Hawaii. Definitely not fully rested, we woke up at 4:00 in the morning for our flight leaving out of the San Francisco Airport. Our travel agent was to meet and pick us up at our home at 4:30. She arrived promptly but we knew that our journey to the airport would be no good from the moment she came to our home. Our travel agent picked us up in 1982 blue hooptie with dirty seats and was soon to fall apart. The travel agent explained to us why she had the car she had "My Lexus is in the shop so I had to bring this one." Maybe this one should be in the shop also, or gone. As we begin to the airport everything is going smoothly, but our travel agent is a big chatter box. I could no longer stand her loud voice so I decide to nap until we reach the airport. For the next 30 minutes I am knocked out cold. All of a sudden I am wakened by the rumbling of an engine and the pattering of wheels along the pavement. As I slowly open my eyes I realize we are on the shoulder of the freeway. I survey my surroundings and noticed a sign on the freeway that said Tracy. All I could imagine that we were still more than an hour away and we were going to be late for our flight. We wait patiently for AAA to come, but as always that takes so much time. The travel agent is super antsy, then states how she needs to use the bathroom. The freeway was built at a curve so if she were to use the restroom all oncoming cars would see her hunched over using the restroom. Oddly enough she can no longer hold her bladder so she decides that the curve is not going to stop her from leaking all over herself. There is no hope for us, we will be late. Our last resort is for the travel agent to call her sister. Her sister lived about 45 minutes to an hour away, however she arrived within 30. Her sister came in a small Honda that safely got us to the airport just in time for our flight. Despite the horrible expedition to the airport, the time in Hawaii was unforgettable.