Opinion by J1 Reporter Grace Gustafson
We all know that person who thinks she is an NBA All-Star player when she tries to throw a piece of garbage into the trash can.
News Flash: you’re not.
Don’t get me wrong, I am totally not innocent in the everyday shot from the three-point line into the cafeteria’s trash cans after lunch.
I know my moment is coming up when I hear the bell ring that it’s time to end lunch. I get so nervous when making my shot. I have to dart in and out of people to even get to the basket.
I shoot. I SCORE!!! (Extreme cheering from the crowd. Haaarrrrr.) Ah-hem *cough*, I mean, I throw my trash away.
On the rare occasion that I don’t make it in, I pick the trash up, throw it away, and slowly trudge to my next class, beating myself up over the loss of the shot.
But enough about my secret life as an NBA player…
Sometimes when I walk out of the cafeteria after lunch, I see others being LeBron, too.
Despite my raging jealously that I’m not the only one, I cheer them on in hopes that they have better luck than I do.
I see her miss. I silently give her my condolences but quickly take it back once I see that she doesn’t pick her trash up.
I shake my head and give them the death glare hoping that they will have a change of heart.
Unfortunately she doesn’t; someone else does.
They pick it up and put it in the trash can. I have tears in my eyes.
That was one of the best rebounds and put-backs I have ever seen in my 16 years of life.
So, I think that I’ve gotten my point across: that it’s okay to be LeBron sometimes. But when you’re LeBron, don’t let the fame go to your head, and pick the trash up.