Basketball Saved Me

Normally the worst part about basketball is my coach. My coach is my dad... People may think that when your dad is your coach, you will get special treatment and what not. However, this has never been the case with my dad, I had to earn everything he gave me, and he would never take a break from yelling. This year is different, Mr. Nesheim is mainly my coach and I love it. Though my dad is still there, helping with drills, and strategizing with coaches. I do not have to take critisism from him, just Mr. Neshiem. I don't know what is in his coffee, but this basketball season, he is in a good mood and is always trying to look for new ways for our team to succeed. At this time in my life, basketball has really saved my life, there is no pressure from my dad, and I can do what I love.

Locked Up

Nowadays all my life is, is going to school, open gym, workout, get home, and homework. When my mother is around I can go out to eat with my friends and hang out at with them. On the other hand, my father will not let me leave the house. When he is in charge, I am restricted to the area of the house, my x-box, and homework. This weekend, I have more privileges, so all is not that bad. I am able to hang out, and was allowed to go to Watertown. The side-affect is traveling endless miles to Britton, for a basketball tournament. Originally a basketball tournament is not that bad, but this is a girls basketball tournament. Normally there is nothing worse than a girl's basketball tournament, except...... little girls basketball. On occasions like this, I would almost rather have death come upon me. To me there is nothing worse than little girl's basketball. This feeling is all due to the demands of my father...

All is Good

So far, my father is a good man. I don't know how it happened, but so far this week he has been respectable and well behaved. The reasoning for this accusation is plentiful. He had to be in a good mood all week because at Buffalo Wild Wings, he had bought my friends and I $200 worth of food. I had gotten $40 for driving him to and from a meeting. His record this week had been spotless, other than one little blemish.... I had to thoroughly clean my house. Normally this is an unspeakable task, but I had to achieve this goal in two hours. Such a long time of labor for such little reward. But for him being so nice this week, there had to be some sort of downfall. Thankfully it was attainable.

This Past Week

Most people who know my father on a personal level know that he is far away from perfect, but he believes that his children should be.(especially the best child, which is me) Most of my life I have been trying to impress this man, but every simple mistake just pushes some sort of button in him, that no person has ever understood. An example from this past week was when I had not turned in my faith statement, when half the class hadn't even turned theirs in. It just happened that we are close to the secretary and she has no problem contacting us repeatidly. Also, when there had been a missing computer paper (that was put in the wrong tray) I had a 20 minute speech about my grades. Two B's and I am the devil, yes I should've had all A's, but there is so much pressure with being his son. From these blogs, you may think that my life is terrible, but that is only half the time. When my dad is in the right mood, he is a saint! When it is this time of the week, life couldn't be any better, he will spend money for me and actually be nice. For an example, when it had just been my father and I on our way to the district volleyball game, we had a nice talk there and back, he had been in a good mood, so there had been no pressure for me to impress him. On days like these I realize how much I love my dad and how much he I should appreciate him..... But who knows what will happen next week....