I didn’t give up on what I love, people never gave me a chance. I love to swim. It makes me feel wonderful to be in the water and not have to deal with any crap from school, parents, or life in general. But life is unfair. Life gives me a damn medical condition. But life didn’t extinguish my passion. So I try my best. I’m sorry I’m not like other people who can deal with so much pain and keep swimming. Sorry I can’t push that far. I push as far as I can, but I guess that’s not enough for people. Just because I don’t have asthma, or something everyone knows about or can see, doesn’t mean I’m not suffering inside. I might as well have asthma. When I’m just sitting on my desk, sometimes I have a sudden pang of pain and can’t breathe. I’m scared too. For those people who think that asthma is such a deadly condition where the person can suffocate and die, well yes, my condition isn’t to that extent, but sometimes I’m in so much pain that I just want to pass out. One time I really had to go to the hospital, but I didn’t because I needed to take a test that day. So I went to school, took my damn test in the morning, while I was in so much pain. But you know what? At everyone who saw me that day, I smiled. I smiled and put on a mask so no one would have to worry about me. After my test I had to go to the hospital. Did anyone know about my hospital trip? No. So if you don’t know that much about me or my condition, don’t treat me any different from someone who has a problem that you deem as serious. Sorry I keep getting worse at swim because my body can’t push any farther. Sorry I have to stop sometimes during practice so I can breathe. Sorry sometimes I can’t talk because I’m praying that the pain will go away. Sorry for all the crap that YOU have to deal with. Maybe that’s why I chose to do stats this year. To stop all the criticism, to stop all the nagging, to stop all of the dirty looks and comments. To get everyone off my back. I mean, I stop so many times during practice, why should I be able to swim at meets? It doesn’t matter how much effort I try to put in, apparently it’s not enough. So I didn’t give up on my passion, life didn’t stop it, it was people who destroyed it. People destroyed the one thing I loved doing, made it into something I dreaded. So thank you people. Thanks to opening a room in my schedule next year.