Writing essay seemed to come easier to right about than the first, I felt more freedom and my own voice. I think my writing benefited in the way of story telling and having my voice in writing. I would prefer Personal narrative writing because I get to youse my thoughts and have more freedom. I enjoy writing about topics that are relevant and mean something to me.

1.Chasing freedom

2.Choice to be made

3.The game that was fun

4.player or student

5. slave to a sport

I learned from others that there were many sides to the situation. There were those who felt as I did, ones who were neutral, and ones who lived for it.

I discovered in myself my true desires and what I knew what would be the right decision would be.

I learned that the world is what you make it out to be. The way you think and the auctions you do control the perception of the world. And needing to put yourself first is the most important.

Nick K. Satterly Janel Spencer WRT 101S
16 October 2019

High School Football
I didn’t always hate playing football I used to love the game and dream of continuing to

go up levels. From youth football at the age of seven all the way up to eighteen my senior year of high school, I played. High school is where the downfall began, when I felt it started to take away from my life. But like all bad things, it seemed so good at the beginning, wither that was new friends, representing the school, and being a part of something. I had no idea of what was to come in the next four years. First, it all began my freshman year. Back then, we only had to start reporting to football in late July. It felt nice to get familiar with the school and its layout before any of the other students. As a freshman, I didn’t do nearly as much weight training or have as long of practices as the upperclassmen did. After summer football finished and our little amount of passing league games had passed, it was on to the real season. During the regular season, life wasn’t too bad. Practice was only three days a week and games on thursdays. This left Friday, Saturday, and Sunday to myself and being a freshman, homework wasn’t bad at all. Me and my friends would have time to hang out, it wasn’t as intense letting me have more time for family and vacations as well. Having all this freedom helped me keep my pride for the sport where i’d do my best as a player. I would make sure I was starting on both sides and help the team win. Overall it was a great season and I had a lot of fun, made new friends and was ready for the next season. Coming it to sophomore year I didn’t really know what to expect. If it was

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going to be more like freshman football or what me and my friends thought varsity was like. The first main difference was that players had to report a lot earlier than we had too freshman year. Rather than showing up in late June we started like our first season, we started preparing for J.V february of freshman year. The months of february-may were pretty normal, there was only lifting four days and one day to go out on the field and run. This would last up to the end of May where we got a week off for finals. To our surprise me and my friend sean thought we were going to get till late June to have a summer,we were wrong. Practice officially started the morning after the last day of school. They would have us come to the field right as the run rose, we could barely open our eyes but the brisk air kept us awake. The coaches only purpose of doing this was to make us clean up after graduation. I’ll tell you, picking up silly string scattered vastly over a field is not fun. After that practice continued just like it would have freshman year, just taken a little more seriously. During the month of June the team would be doing passing league for the first time. This was just like football but mostly throwing, no pads only touch, and seven guys on each team. Me and my friend thought these practices were funny, only skill players did passing league so sean being a lineman only had to run a few laps and go home while I stayed longer to practice. June past and gone with july now upon me, it was almost time for pads and my very first camp.

Work: I work in food service, that being a restaurant that’s main focus is pizza and pasta. It is a well lit place during the day but is dim at night. There is a pretty big floor space full of tables and chairs as well as an open kitchen. There is also a separate door that separates the indoor restaurant form the patio. The patio had a covering over the top to provide shade. On the patio where you can see cars drive by on the main road and the buildings in the surrounding area.

Football field: On the practice field at my high school I could see many things. One of the best sights was the beautiful mountains we practically were at the base of. There was also the other teams such as jv and freshman practicing. Or when we are split up into groups and I saw my teammates practicing individual skills. On some days the baseball team would be practicing on the same field as well.

Weather: Some days during practice it would get so hot the field became an oven.

Travel: Sleeping on the bus was close to trying to sleep during a firefight.

Hits: I would hit my head and see stars.

mental state: The locker room became a mental asylum.

class: The thought of practice always was sitting heavily in the back of your mind.

My friend Sean:

body type: Tall, lanky, musclar

Height: 6,1

Hair: black

Eyes: Blue

Descriptions: Squared face, mild facial hair, big feet.

Style: Casual, Trendy

Interactions: Talked a lot about hating football, talks with hand gesters, eyes part of communication, stands normal, fidgets when stressed or nervous, when speaking mostly stays to topic

Key phrases: Quit, Want to go home, Cant do it anymore.

When talking about football would show distress anger and sighs.

Who: Me, Family, Friends, Coaches

What: Me not wanting to dedicate my time to football

When: Mostly all of high school

Where: Home, School, Camps.

Why: A huge inner struggle on if I keep going or do the thing I felt like I was missing.

Smell: Grass, Smelly pads

Touch: The field/grass/dirt

Taste: Rubber mouth piece

Sight: Face mask bars, Bright lights, Green grass

Sound: Bodied colliding, Yelling, Complaining, Laughter

I Remember reaching a breaking point and feeling like there was no end in sight

I don’t remember the nights I could of had

I. Exposition

• Characters; Me, Family, Friends, Coaches, Teachers
• Setting; My home, School, Camps
• Situations; Not enjoying the sport and wanting to be free
• Background; Playing for many years

II. Inciting event; Starting the summer going into junior year.

III.Rising actions; Time consumption, Coach troubles, Fed up

IV. Climax; Having a mental break down about what I was doing.

V.Falling action; Coming to terms and just finishing the year

VI.Resolution; Felling satisfaction of it being over and have completed it.

VII.Agrument; That HS sports are time consuming.

VIII.Main conflict; My main conflict was man vs self.

1. High school sports, I would go over how it affected my life and changed my perspective on things as well as lessons it has taught me.
2. Video games, I would go over the role it’s played in my life and how long its been around in my life.
3. Family life, I would go over first hand struggles and certain situations and how they played out for better or worse.