For the past 3 and a half years I've sailed 3-6 days a week. I've fought a constant battle with my coach who doesn't give two shits about me or my goals on the team. I've sailed in the rain and the snow and have lost hours of my life bobbed around Dorchester Bay. Last Wednesday I had had enough. I met with Greg and before it was out of my mouth he said 'ok' and simple sent me on my way. I wish I could say he fought for me to stay on the team like he has for other members or that he was upset at my final conclusion but he did and he wasn't. As I walked out of his door his finally words were 'You're a good crew, Sorry it didn't work out.' Well funny thing Mr. Wilkinson if you had wanted it to work out it would have...
I had dreamed of this day since sophomore year and it wasn't like the hundreds of times I'd imagined it. I didn't leave his office ecstatically happy or with the feeling of total freedom but instead I cried. I cried for the entire afternoon. Quitting means I won't be an All-American or win a college national championship, I won't even be all NEISA... these goals are gone and I have complete failed at accomplishing them.
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