Hi, I'm Jd. I played basketball for only three years. In that time, I've learned all there is to basketball, whether it be physical or mental related.

My freshmen year, I tried out for JV, but I didn't have the fundamentals for it, so I was moved to Freshmen. There were only four of us on Freshmen, and I was pointguard. My coach played some of the JV players to sub in a full Freshmen team. At our second game, the girls from Hilltop told the referees, and they disqualified us. Coach ended up putting all four of us on JV. I didn't play the first four games, and my mom threatened to take me off the team if I missed any more. When I finally went in, I was taken out a minute later because I looked "lost" on the court. The rest of the JV season went on like so, with only one win. That same year, I joined Spring League, and became pointguard again. I scored at least half the points in every game, and could drive people up for layups and fouls.

By sophomore year, I had learned to use my right hand almost as well as my left hand and returned to JV. I tried to try out for Varsity, but my coach dismissed my name from the list and I was back on JV. I was pointguard again. The season ended with three wins.

My junior year, I made Varsity. Halfway through pre-season, I realized how much I disliked the new coach, who was a rookie, and I hated practices even more. What I hated the most was the emotional distress she put on everyone, and I decided to quit. My old coach allowed me to enact as Assistant Coach, but he needed guards. So I joined JV again, and played pointguard again. A new assistant coach for JV made the old plays better and made us more confident. We came home with only three wins, but with the happiness of a family, mi familia. Sometimes, more people came to our JV games than to the Varsity girls games.

This year, I made Varsity, as 1st captain and pointguard again. We went through no wins in the Ramona Tournament, Kiwanis Tournament, and Crawford Tournament, but we were a better team and family. I was injured numerous times in that period; my lip go busted to the point where it looked like a pea or two had been shoved under my lip; my knees were bruised or swollen; my ankles were probably sprained; my right rib began to hurt again.

The first game of the season, against Bonita, I landed on my knee wrong and could only limp. I missed the Chula Vista game. Then, during the Eastlake game, my knee buckled and I could hear my knee and its ligaments pull wrong. Now, I'm out for the season, but I still support my team.