zaq12
Mar 12, 2009
Essays / Personal narrative about an experience from high schoolabout an experience [3]
I was assigned to write a personal narrative about an experience from high school.
I could really use some help with organization and would love to have someone proofread it for me.
I have obviously not finished, but I really need to go to sleep and would just like some outside feedback as soon as possible
My heart was pounding, my palms were sweaty and I had begun to feel sick. I could feel everyone's eyes on my back as the sound of my footsteps resounded through the gym. I could see him sitting at his table looking over wrestling statistics and, he had not looked up yet. Thoughts and emotions churned inside my head, turning my mind a tangled mass. I could no longer think straight, all I could do was keep walking forward. Why was I making such a big deal out of it? My task was simple, all I had to do was say, "Coach Carr, I quit"
It was only my third year on the wrestling team, but I was done. When I first started I thought it was the greatest thing in the world, my perfect sport. I used to have fun, and love the feeling of accomplishment I got after every practice. Eventually, My enthusiasm began to wear. It was a slow process, I cant really pinpoint when it started but my dislike grew to the point when I hated every moment of practice and di everything I could to get out of it., I didn't even enjoy matches anymore which were supposed to be my goal, now I was faced with this decision
And it was not easy, at one point I was halfway across the gym floor, He hadn't looked up. I could still turn back, Each step became harder as I thought about leaving. It would be so easy. I could walk away and simply avoid him until everyone forgot I had ever been on the team.
I could deal with physical exhaustion, and the ridiculous amounts of time that II gave up for wrestling but What really made up my mind was When I asked myself "Who am I doing this for?" I could no longer convince mysel that winning a state championship was worth the effort. I didn't think were the ring and the patch really worth it
This single event changed everything about me, I thought but I quit became a very common word in my vocabulary, If I couldn't see a point to wrestling, how many other things were there that I didn't want to do, and it only went downhill from there. I have always been lazy, and loved to procrastinate, but for the first time I let
of course I have more time to think and learn, I can relax and enjoy things I hadn't before but I soon realized that my free time wasn't as great without anything to compare it to
I was assigned to write a personal narrative about an experience from high school.
I could really use some help with organization and would love to have someone proofread it for me.
I have obviously not finished, but I really need to go to sleep and would just like some outside feedback as soon as possible
My heart was pounding, my palms were sweaty and I had begun to feel sick. I could feel everyone's eyes on my back as the sound of my footsteps resounded through the gym. I could see him sitting at his table looking over wrestling statistics and, he had not looked up yet. Thoughts and emotions churned inside my head, turning my mind a tangled mass. I could no longer think straight, all I could do was keep walking forward. Why was I making such a big deal out of it? My task was simple, all I had to do was say, "Coach Carr, I quit"
It was only my third year on the wrestling team, but I was done. When I first started I thought it was the greatest thing in the world, my perfect sport. I used to have fun, and love the feeling of accomplishment I got after every practice. Eventually, My enthusiasm began to wear. It was a slow process, I cant really pinpoint when it started but my dislike grew to the point when I hated every moment of practice and di everything I could to get out of it., I didn't even enjoy matches anymore which were supposed to be my goal, now I was faced with this decision
And it was not easy, at one point I was halfway across the gym floor, He hadn't looked up. I could still turn back, Each step became harder as I thought about leaving. It would be so easy. I could walk away and simply avoid him until everyone forgot I had ever been on the team.
I could deal with physical exhaustion, and the ridiculous amounts of time that II gave up for wrestling but What really made up my mind was When I asked myself "Who am I doing this for?" I could no longer convince mysel that winning a state championship was worth the effort. I didn't think were the ring and the patch really worth it
This single event changed everything about me, I thought but I quit became a very common word in my vocabulary, If I couldn't see a point to wrestling, how many other things were there that I didn't want to do, and it only went downhill from there. I have always been lazy, and loved to procrastinate, but for the first time I let
of course I have more time to think and learn, I can relax and enjoy things I hadn't before but I soon realized that my free time wasn't as great without anything to compare it to
