He’s walking quietly behind the rest of his class, perfectly content to watch as they herd together like a pack of animals and make their way en masse to the computer lab. Although his aloof attitude screams, “I don’t care, just leave me alone and let me enjoy the mediocrity of life in solitude,” the passion in his voice says otherwise.
The passion in Senior Adam Gulick’s voice stems from his dedication to basketball. He speaks with eloquence as he explains the beauty of the court, the sacred bonds of brotherhood and his fear of losing something he loves. The nonchalant facade fades as the fire in his eyes alights.
With words he conjures up a court, a ball and a hoard of sweaty teenage boys. What was an everyday basketball game reveals itself to be something more, something beyond words. Court becomes battleground, ball become sword. The sweaty teenage boys? Legends. It might be the raging testosterone coursing through their veins, but it might be something more. Something inside awakens and magic turns ordinary into supernatural.
He describes the feeling of finally defeating their school rival, the Holt High School Rams. In the struggle, Gulick is lost. No longer is he Adam Gulick, Co-Captain of the Grand ledge Comets. In this moment he is the Comets. He is his coach and his team mates. He is part of something larger and more beautiful than himself. In this moment, he is everything.
The game ends and he is Adam Gulick again. He no longer feels the breathing of his rival against his neck or the hearts of his team mates beating as one. But he knows it now. He understands the feeling and is changed because of it.
So now his walk of seclusion means something else. He walks alone because he understands the superficiality of the word, “alone.” He understands he is a part of everything, although it may not always seem that way.
Or maybe it’s his testosterone. After all there was a pretty fly girl walking by herself as well.







