Now, after two days, I was friends with everybody, including the seniors. When I first arrived, I'd been intimidated by the older guys and had hung out only with the other freshman. We stood around like a bunch of kids roasting hotdogs and then making smores.Ĭhemistry-bonding thing actually had worked. Tonight, our last night, the coaches lit up a campfire. We're all athletes, so nobody's drinking or doing any drugs. Overhead are eagles and hawks seals bask in the sun on the beach. From a lookout one hundred yards from my little room, I can see Puget Sound with the Olympic Mountains as backdrop. I'm not complaining-it's one of the most beautiful places in the world. The coaches want to build team chemistry, so that's why we're all together at Camp Casey on Whidbey Island. Better, really, than what my parents or my sister ever thought I'd do. Olympic is an okay college in a bad conference, but it's good enough for me. Not that it's like getting a scholarship to Duke. I'm at Olympic College now, starting my freshman year on a basketball scholarship.
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