It was the Thursday night after we got back from spring break, and for the first time ever, I was hanging out in McAuley.
Before you start ragging on me, you should understand one thing: I live in Warde, and ‘the palace’ beats ‘the projects’ almost every time.
Anyway, I was really only there to eat some food. Well, there’s a little bit more to it than that. Before the winter term ended, I promised my friend that I would make him some of my mom’s famous chocolate chip cookies. In return, he said he would buy a pizza. And who doesn’t enjoy a dinner of Pizza Hut and cookies? Weird people, that’s who.
While we were eating, one of my friend’s friends was playing Call of Duty on Xbox. (Yes, I know what that is. I may be a girl but I’m not stupid.)
For a while, I just sat there and watched. That eventually became boring, though, so I wanted to give it a try. I was a little nervous because I had never played before, but that didn’t stop me.
Please let me tell you that once the controller was in my hands, history was made. I was a natural, killing the enemy like it was my job.
OK, OK. That’s a complete lie. The truth is, I am the worst COD player ever. But there is a moral to this story.
Life is all about trying new things. You can’t just do the same stuff every single day. Well, I guess you could, but what fun is that?
You need to venture out of your comfort zone and live a little. The world is full of different things to do, so you should take advantage of those opportunities. Who knows? You might even find yourself with a new hobby.
So what if I am horrible at Call of Duty? You watch. By the end of the year, I will be good enough to wear the headset.