Ghetto A$$ University

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NAME: JOHN

AGE: 18

MAJOR MASS COMMUNICATIONS

CLASSIFICATION: FRESHMEN

(interviewer) GO AHEAD.

(John) OKAY

"Good game." Our main quarter back hit me on the back.

"I'm trying." I took off my helmet and thanked him.

I never imagined college would be this hard. Practices started early each morning, and ended late at night. It was nothing like high school football where I could just bull shit a paper and get an A.

"Work on your foot work. " One of the coaches ran by and tapped my butt.

I was a rookie, but I had potential. No one worked as hard as I did.

Practice was over, and the team went inside the locker room. I followed.

"Today's the day. " Big Baby shouted. He was a freshmen line men. "We don't have practice tonight."

"Yeeeeaaahhh! " The team started hitting their helmets with excitement.

"It ain't like you have nothing to do. " I shouted out to him.

"Yeaaaaaah." He took off his smelly shoes. "Ima do your girl tonight. "

The team laughed. Since it was Friday and tomorrow was game night, the team decided they would all go out together.

"What you gone do John." Big Baby yelled back to me. "Read a book? " He took off his jersey and his fat rolls jiggled out.

"Damn straight! " I yelled back .

"Ah man. " The teamed said in unison and disappointment.

I never went out with them. I had better things to do instead of partying. I truly was staying to work on my foot work. I wanted to be the best I could be.

I sat on the bench and put in my headphones. I waited for everyone to leave so I could practice privately.

I COULD FOCUS BETTER WHEN IT WAS ONLY ME.

The locker cleared out fast, and coach McGee was the last one to leave.

"Don't stay too late John. I left the lights in the showers and practice field on. "

"Thanks coach. " I threw up a hand at him.

Coach whistled and locked the door from the outside.

I headed to the practice field. I didn't like the plastic grass, but at least we had A/C inside the training room.

I started doing suicides. Next, I wanted to improve my bear crawls. My cardio was already pretty good. I began to work on my footwork. I did drill after drill after drill. I failed each one. Finally, I got frustrated.

I fell to my knees and punched the grass. I wanted to be better. I rolled over and laid on my back and starred at the lights. I had big dreams. I had NFL dreams.

I laid there until a voice interrupted me.

"Laying there isn't going to fix anything. " The guy laughed. "You gotta pick your feet off the ground more. "

I sat up to see that it was Willy, the quarter back.

"You aren't going out tonight? " I asked standing to my feet.

"I came back for my phone. " He held it up to me. "Gotta be more careful. " He had left his phone I suppose. "Whatcha working on? Foot control? "

"Yeah. " I touched the back of my head irritated. I couldn't figure out what I was doing wrong.