I just wrote this a few minutes ago and I would like some HONEST feedback. I know the premise of the essay is a little bit silly and naive, but I feel that it showcases what I really like. Thanks!
Imagine looking through a window at any environment that is particularly significant to you. Reflect on the scene, paying close attention to the relation between what you are seeing and why it is meaningful to you. Please limit your statement to 300 words.
I shift my gaze from the Frisbee to the players. The players flit around like flies. To anyone else it looks like they are running haphazardly, but I see the formation. The eyes of the Handler dart around to catch those of an open teammate. The defenders are strong; they watch his every move.
For a second, I catch a glimpse of an opening; the Handler seems to see it as well as he pivots his feet into a comfortable position. Planting his feet, he prepares the throw. He fakes a backhand, shifts to a forehand grip, and launches a commanding curve throw. It appears as though the disc is heading out of the field to the right, but the path is clear to me-the trajectory is perfect. Just as the Frisbee nears the end of its curve, it hangs to the left and arcs into the hands of the intended teammate within the end zone.
All of the players shuffle towards the end zone breathing heavily but with smiles on their faces. With a quick exchange of high fives and pats on the back, they suddenly grow serious and turn to face their opponents on the opposite side of the field. Yelling "Ultimate!" they powerfully tomahawk the Frisbee downfield. Like warriors they charge, taking their positions and yelling instructions. This is the world of Ultimate Frisbee. My world.
Imagine looking through a window at any environment that is particularly significant to you. Reflect on the scene, paying close attention to the relation between what you are seeing and why it is meaningful to you. Please limit your statement to 300 words.
I shift my gaze from the Frisbee to the players. The players flit around like flies. To anyone else it looks like they are running haphazardly, but I see the formation. The eyes of the Handler dart around to catch those of an open teammate. The defenders are strong; they watch his every move.
For a second, I catch a glimpse of an opening; the Handler seems to see it as well as he pivots his feet into a comfortable position. Planting his feet, he prepares the throw. He fakes a backhand, shifts to a forehand grip, and launches a commanding curve throw. It appears as though the disc is heading out of the field to the right, but the path is clear to me-the trajectory is perfect. Just as the Frisbee nears the end of its curve, it hangs to the left and arcs into the hands of the intended teammate within the end zone.
All of the players shuffle towards the end zone breathing heavily but with smiles on their faces. With a quick exchange of high fives and pats on the back, they suddenly grow serious and turn to face their opponents on the opposite side of the field. Yelling "Ultimate!" they powerfully tomahawk the Frisbee downfield. Like warriors they charge, taking their positions and yelling instructions. This is the world of Ultimate Frisbee. My world.