Plano West was the biggest family that I've ever had that I would genuinely consider a "family". I was involved in student congress, Fellowship of Christian Athletes, choir, and I was on the tarting Varsity softball team for all four years. On our second to last game my senior year, I got hit in the face by a ball and broke my nose. After 14 years of playing softball, it had to happen a week before my senior night, the very last game I would ever play at Plano West. The doctor decided it was best for me to have surgery immediately. My coach was not going to let me play on senior night. It killed me sitting on the bench after four years of playing on that field. It was hard to sit and watch, because I love to be involved. At the very end of the game, he let me go in to hit. We were down by 2 runs with runners on second and 3rd with 2 outs. I got up to the plate extremely nervous because I hadn't even warmed up. The first pitch was thrown and I swung and missed. On the second pitch, I hit the ball in between center and left field. Both runs scored and I was on 2nd base. I wanted to run but my coach wouldn't let me because he was afraid I'd get hurt. With 2 outs, we were now tied up. My best friend, Kelly, came up to the plate after me. I knew she could do it. With 2 strikes on her, Kelly hit the ball right through the second baseman's legs. The runner on second base scored, and we won the game, finishing as district champions. I will never forget that night, because I finally realized the true meaning of what it meant to be a part of the Wolfpack and the unity that we had, not just as a team, but as a school. Students came out to support us, tweeted about us, and congratulated us the next day I the halls. It was a feeling of warmth and happiness that nothing else with ever compare to.