Thursday, April 2, 2015

My little Princess

My sister and I have a love hate relationship. And that's was the reason I was the last person in our family to get the news she was pregnant. At first I didn't know what to think, actually she broke the news to me right when we were fighting. As soon as I heard it I froze and the fighting instantly stopped. I turned around and stared blankly at the wall. I could here my mom crying on the other side of the room cuddling my dog Oakley. I didn't know what I was scared about whether or not she was ready to become a more or If I was ready to become an uncle. It was awkward in my house for awhile and after a while I excepted the fact I was going to be an uncle. I actually stated getting excited to teach my little nephew how to fish and play baseball. But then we got some terrible news it was a girl. I never lost hope that a little pecker would grow until the day little Emma Ashley was born. She was so tiny and so precious. And from the moment I looked in her eyes and held here in my arms I knew she was my little princess.,

Why Baseball is more then a game to me.,

Baseball is one of the things in my life that I can say I'm passionate about. It's not like most sports, It takes more then being an athlete alone to be a great baseball player. It's not like football where the stronger man wins, or like basketball where the taller man wins. Baseball is a game where your physical measurements don't always reflect a players game. To be a good baseball player it takes hard work, patients, determination, hart, a love for the game and be a team player. These requirements not only make great baseball players but they make great human beings. This "game" sets young men up to become successful young men who contribute to the can community. I'm not saying every great ballplayer becomes a success but most have all the trait needed to. When I play baseball I feel a part of something. When I'm pitching even though it's technically one on one, I am at ease knowing I have 8 teammates out on the field with me cheering me on. I don't collapse under the weight of any game because my other 8 teammates are there to help me carry that weight. Baseball isn't about winning or loosing it's about supporting your teammates, and never giving up even when the odds are against you. Baseball is about playing for someone other then yourself. And that's why I think this sport is so much more then just a game.,

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

THANK YOU

Some would say no good come out of skipping class. I would argue that, yesterday in Riley and I's attempt to skip period 6 with J. LAW something amazing happened. We went down to the gym to play a little ping pong. When we got there the special needs program was in there so we played on the table on the stage. A kid came over and asked to join us and we said yes. At first we where a little upset we didn't get to have a one on one ping pong show down. but, I'm so glad things worked out the way they did.
As we played with this kid we got to know him. Then he told us how his biological dad died a few days ago. How his mothers been having a hard time for a while, So he has to take care of his younger brothers at home. Can you imagine having to take care of your two younger brothers making them three meals a day and making sure they do there homework, that's a task by itself without adding special needs on top of that. He told us how one of his brothers had to go to Acadia because of all the stuff that was going on at his house. About how all his brothers don't go by their real names because they don't want to remember. 
I admire this kid not because of what he has been through. But, because he still has a smile on his face despite it all. If he can have a smile on his face after what he has gone through, then nobody has an excuse to feel sorry for themselves. I know I won't find myself thinking I have it bad ever again. After the period was over his teacher came over and thanked us for letting him play, saying how we made his day. But, he had it all wrong I should have thanked him. My actions made have made his day but this kid made a permanent impact on me. I am truly grateful, I got the honor to meet such an extraordinary and inspirational kid. As soon as I got home that day, I hugged both my parents and near tears I told them I loved them, and appreciate all they do for me.  I will never for get the time I spent with him and I will bring the lessons I learned because of him wherever I go in the future.,


Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Coach Of The Year.,

Life is full of surprises, they are what keep things interesting. Last weekend, I got a little surprise of my own it wasn't a party or a gift it was a feeling. The surprise I received was the feeling I got when I was coaching a indoor baseball team at sluggers. While Coaching these young kids I got to learn more then how fast they could pitch or how well they could hit. I got to see the type of kids they were and their different personalities. Looking in their eye's I saw my own, a kid with a dream. Silas (Bumps), Matt (DOC), Kaden, Caden and I won are game 17-0. Even though this game didn't have any significance I will remember it for the rest of my life. I will remember Bumps leaving the game to get Reeses, Kaden's lead off double, Doc's 3 inning no hitter, and Caden coming in for the close.     After this experience I realized Sank and Cowing have been coaching for so long. Why they put the time and money in to it. I understood why they put up with us. There is no better feeling then passing what you know about a game that you love on to the future of the sport.,

Friday, March 27, 2015

Detention For the Very First Time : The Story of How I Lost My Detention Virginity

It was period 5, I sat down at my desk just like any other school day. There was Something in there air that told me something just wasn't right. I ignored the the sign, refusing to believe that today was not a normal day, that shit was about to go down. Class started and the signs continued, first I couldn't find a pencil then the sudden urge to urinate. All tell tail signs that shit was about to happen. I accepted the fact that something bad was going to occur and I needed to get out but, it was to late now. Class had started and J. Law wouldn't allow me to leave despite my numerous attempts. And then it happened. Justin said something and it was to good of an opportunity not to give a roast. I can't remember exactly what I said but, it was something along the lines of how his mother taught me a lot (wink wink). The entire class including J. Law busted out laughing. Then J. Law pretended to scold me and gave me a "warning" because Justin got a little salty about it. Class went on and things felt back to normal. Until, Austin decides to be a little self-contentious. I told him to keep his thesis short and he took offence so then I go on to roast him on being short. He gets all butt hurt and complains until I got a detention.
and that is how I lost my Detention Virginity. period comma pause hold the applause.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

I'm Done Acting.,


This is to the kids that desperately want to be accepted. The kids that want to be a part of some even if it means loosing who they are in the process. I have been in your situation and I sacrificed who I was. Now I’m here two and a half years later wishing I hadn’t and this is why.  
As a freshman I was playing on both the varsity Football team and baseball team, and most of my friends where on JV. I just wanted to be accepted by everyone. One day we were in film when I said something stupid and I made the whole team laughed. That was the first time I felt like a part of the team and it felt good. So I continued acting like an idiot and saying stupid shit to gain the acceptance of my fellow teammates. Guys that couldn't even spell idiot were calling me one. I kept this act up my entire freshman year and when I got to my sophomore year I realized I had got to deep. I realized this when my old friends, guys I had been friends with for years began to call me an idiot. 
Long story short I'm now almost three quarters through my junior year and no one in the school except my beautiful girlfriend knows the real Jake Gauvin. The guy I was before I started my acting career. Hell, I don't even know who the real me is. But, I think it’s about time that I find out because I know it’s not the guy I've been acting like for the past two and a half years. So hold onto who you and don’t become something you’re not. Because if you "friends" don't know the real you are they really your friends? Find people who accept you for the real you and if they don’t fuck em., pause hold the applause