The good old days

By Colin Richert

Mon, Feb 27th, 2012
Posted in All Journal Student Writing Project

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Do people remember the good old days? I’m 17, and I remember when I could go to town without seeing some moron wearing pants five sizes too big for his behind, hanging below the designated area they were made for. I think all the hope for any good in the world is lost. Just think when was the last time some kind-hearted kid held the door for you? Do you remember when you could go out to eat and not have to worry about calories? I’m proud to say I eat McDonalds at least once a week. I could care less; I’m still a healthy 17-year-old child, I just like to eat a lot of junk food.

Again, do people remember when a child/friend played a sport and no matter how much they won or lost by, you told them, “Good game bud,” instead of running up to the coach and telling them about what a horrible job they did, as well as telling them all the ways that he/she can improve? There’s an obvious reason why you’re not the coach, so you need not prove yourself to be the biggest jerk in the whole world. Just tell the kid what a good job he/she did!

I’ll get off my soap box now, but seriously, why can’t people just come to terms with not being perfect? It sickens me to see poor sports like that. I know I shouldn’t be talking, I am a frequent one to yell out “air ball” once in a blue moon or kindly tell a referee that he missed a foul or two or three, or even encourage a technical. There’s always one kid or parent that does this at each game (true story). It’s like finding Waldo. Not always easy, but once it’s seen it can’t be unseen. People might not know this, but to a high school kid, seeing a coach or player flip out and get a technical is one of the greatest moments in our school year. It’s even better if you can tell your friends that you provoked the technical.

There is one school in our conference that is known for getting way too into games, and it always ends up that people hate this school. I won’t say which school it is, but it’s pathetic, even when the parents get into it. As you might be able to tell, I have gotten off the subject that I started on. Oh well, it still makes for a good story.

Colin Richert is a student at Mabel-Canton High School. He is one of 8 area students participating in the Journal Writing Project, now in its thirteenth year.

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