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  • It was our last summer before college, June 2012. I was enrolled in my final week of my summer program at the University of Maryland. It was the weekend, two days where each week our anticipation often exceeded reality. My peers in the group surrounded me as we decided what activity would suffice to satisfy our boredom for the day.

    “Why can’t we just play PlayStation?” Terrance asked.

    “Terrence, we do that every weekend.”

    “I know, but it’s still fun”

    We both paused, understanding that the usual PlayStation session would not suffice today. Emmanuel, who usually doesn't say much and tends to just go with the flow suddenly interjects, “Is TerpZone open today?”

    The TerpZone is a recreational facility in the basement of the university’s student union.

    “More videogames?” I said with a distasteful look on my face.

    “Not just video games, they have bowling and pool too. I think we should play a game of bowling,”
    Emmanuel replied.

    “I’ve never bowled before.”

    “You’ll be fine.”

    The only problem with their response was that it was never true—like the time we snuck off campus and got suspended. Still, we headed to the TerpZone looking for a bowling game. Once we arrived, they were still open and I wondered if this was the best place to be.

    “Everyone, get your shoes so we can get this over with” Emmanuel said.

    We all got our shoes and headed over to the bowling area. As the rest of us waited, John set up the game for us. I was in awe as I put on the irregular shaped shoes for the first time. Once the game was set up, I realized that I was placed last. My turn slowly but surely came. John instructed me on how I should bowl. Finally, holding the bowling ball with three fingers I turned to John.

    “Should I go past the black line?”

    Not fully comprehending my question John said: “Yes”

    I walked on the bowling platform, confident in the advice I received from John. I began to charge past the black line, swinging my arm back. As my flat bottom bowling shoes met the waxed surface under me, my right leg swung into the air as my feet left the ground. All I could see was the ceiling and the bowling ball falling toward me. The next thing I remember was feeling my body planted upwards on the ground and screams for help.

    I learned how not to bowl.
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