10/8/2018 0 Comments Composing a Past Scene: Part Two. For this weeks class we had to read My Mother Gives me a Writing Lesson (Martin Lee). I decided to write about another heartbreak in my life. It was emotional for me to write this. I hope you guys enjoy the story
As I hear the whistles blow and I hear cheering I realize this is a moment that I will never forget and a feeling I will always remember. The Chichester eagles beat us 6-12 at there homecoming. After being up the whole game until the 4th Quarter it became disturbing. I played my heart out and it was my very last time playing against a big rival (in my opinion). I was highly disappointed. The week started off by the Chichester Eagles posting videos and pictures saying what there gonna do to us. “Fuck Chester , they some scrubs can’t wait until Saturday afternoon”. We responded by putting eagles around our school and putting X’s over and dead eagle signs. The beef is something serious but it’s more like a competitive rival more than anything. When we play against chi it’s usually a close game and half there players are from Chester so it’s basically a city thing. Facebook , Snapchat , and Instagram post had something to do with the game. “ Remember what happened last year “ Rashaad Shaw's caption said in his Instagram photo. Our coaches used that as motivation and they posted that around the locker room to remind us everywhere what they did. We practiced so hard that whole week , we wanted it more than anybody well at least I know I did. My cousin plays for so it was a lot of family at the game on different sides of the stands. In school I didn’t talk all week not even in practice. I sang and rapped every morning loudly. I was loud all the time so it was very unusual for me to be quiet. “You good bro” Aasim asked. “Yeah I’m good , i'm just focused“ I answer quickly. We talking all over the socials but will we have this same energy on the field i asked myself. Action speak louder than words in my opinion. I was listening to music and watching film all week. I never wanted to beat a team so bad so I had to put the time and effort into beating this team. Couldn’t sleep at all but I could eat. Nothing stopping me from eating I don’t care if it’s a earthquake. I was nervous but I was ready at the same time. Saturday Morning comes and we board the bus. The Chichester parade was holding up traffic so it took us 20 minutes to get to the field. I told myself I wouldn’t leave this field without a regret. After we scored I felt like we won the game but Chi has something different in mind the 2nd half of the game. As chi ran down the field and scored twice in the 4th. I watched the clock run down 5 , 4 , 3 , 2 ….. 1. My heart dropped so quickly and I was so upset , I couldn’t even believe what just happened. Not even 30 minutes after the game and I hear “what we doing tonight y’all“. That’s when I realized nobody took this game as serious as me and I was disappointed in myself and teammates. I didn’t move from my room all weekend. I didn’t show up to practice that Monday because I was still shocked.
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10/1/2018 1 Comment Composing a Past SceneFor this blog post we had to write about a scene from the past. It had to be about the negative impact the story had on your life, like we listened to in class What You Don't Know by Lulu Wang. I take my readers on an adventure of my first year of High School Football playing for the Chester Clippers.
A lot of people don’t know that football is my first love and it’s a part of my life and always will be. The most negative impact on my life was my first week of football camp and it started August 8th , 2016. I really didn’t know anybody but like 4 people. Camp was 7am - 6pm everyday for 2 weeks except the weekends so yes it was exhausting. “ Yeah he's probably not gonna get in “ I over heard a voice say. “ Finest JV player “ another voice said. Then as I walked in the trainers office minutes later. “ They were just talking about you being the finest jv player blank “ the trainer said loudly and laughed. For me personally I have always been underestimated because I wear glasses , which really didn’t make any sense, They basically were saying everyone who wears glasses is a nerd and can’t play football. They hurt me more than anything and I still remember that day like it was yesterday. I did great in camp I actually was on the depth chart for 3rd String Defensive End and we rotated a lot so that was good. Fast forward the end of the first game and i sat on the bench the whole game. I was lied to the whole time. I kept hearing I was getting in but I never did. Week 2 vs Spring-Ford. A state ranked team in 2015-16 season. My number was called in the 4th Quarter with 2 minutes. It was a blowout. I was furious , I got in and a got a sack and the whole sideline went crazy even with us being down by 45 points. It felt amazing to actually touch the field. Before that it was 5 years. I started against O’Hara Week 3 and had amazing game with 8 tackles and 2 for a loss. We lost again but I made the paper with Honorable Mention. delcotimes.com/sports/20160914/ridleys-anderson-uses-versatility-to-take-top-honor After being told I wouldn’t start and I was just another Jv player I proved myself to the coaches and my teammates that I was worthy. My season kinda went downhill with me tearing a ligament in my left shoulder and I was told I was out for the season . I came back in 2 and a half weeks and still played. My playing time was cut down because my injury and I was kinda scared to play because it didn’t feel the same at all. But remember I wasn’t even supposed to play Varsity at all. By the end of the season I was loved by everyone and I made a name for myself. It might not be a big deal to my readers but when you love something so much and that’s all you care about and you were always were good at and somebody says you can’t do it , it hurts especially when they don’t even know what you can do or don’t even know enough about you to judge you. Moral of the story is to never let anyone tell you what you can’t do. 9/17/2018 2 Comments Composing a Present SceneFor this weeks blog. I am creating a scene about a moment in my life. My scene is about me watching the Saints game against the Browns. It was a very good game overall but watching the games in public or anywhere else but my bedroom is very difficult because i have to listen to everybody criticize every play about my team and its annoying. Have fun reading my scene everyone !!!
This weekend was very interesting for me.The New Orlean Saints are playing the Cleveland Browns in 20 minutes @1 pm Eastern Time. If you haven’t noticed i’m the biggest Saints fan ever. I defend my team in every and anyway possible. So before the game starts i do my pre game rituals. I watch the “I believe that we will win” video from the 2014 Fifa World Cup . So when the game started my uncle walked in and said “Yall ready to lose“. I didn’t expect him to come because if I had known i would’ve brung my headphones. He’s a trash talker and a good one at that. He’ll get inside your head and make you wanna punch him.” That’s what i’m talking about baby “ my uncle yelled. I knew this was the beginning of a long game. The reason he said that is because the elite #13 Michael Thomas tried to reach for the first down (which he already got) and the ball slipped out of his hands and it was a ball just rolling towards the sideline until the browns corner came and scooped it. They score 3 points after the turnover https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=leRrF20YiD. Then we scored a field goal 1 offensive drive later. This was probably the most boring i’ve seen in 2 years.The 4th Quarter is when it got real. It was 12-3 in the 4th with 9 minutes left. Drew Brees throws a touchdown pass to Michael Thomas with 8:41 left. So now it’s 12 -10 Browns up 2. “ Don’t let them bums comeback “ the trash talker said. I replied with “ these bums won more games in the last year then yall did in the last 3 “. He just doesn’t be quiet at all and it’s sad. “ LETS GO DREW “ i yell loudly for the 2nd straight touchdown in the 4th Quarter for my team. Then Alvin Kamara sneaks in for the 2 point conversion. With 2 minutes and 40 seconds the saints are up 18 - 12 . My uncle just as quiet as he’s been the whole game. I heard crickets outside, that’s how you knew it was silent. Then the Browns drive down the field and score with a tired Saints defense. “ THIS GAME IS OVER , ITS F’N OVER “ my annoying uncle yelled. As i’m sitting down losing faith in my team with 1 minutes and 16 seconds left in the 4th. The browns kicker misses the extra point so the game is now tied 18-18. As we drive down the field with the game tied , im just so anxious to see what actually happens next. The game on the line # 3 Will Lutz practicing his kicking motion , he kicks it right down the middle of the goal post and the kick is good. The unthinkable happens at the last moment , with a few good catches from Juice Landry and Antonio Callaway. The Browns are in field goal range with 8 seconds . They kick and miss badly and the Saints win the game. “ That game was bs man and you know it “ my uncle sounding disappointed in his teams lost. “ No , the simple fact that you thought they were gonna win is sad but it was a good game” i proudly said. “ Whatever man” my uncle said. That was the end of the trash talk until the Saints play the Eagles in the Mercedes-Benz Superdome Week 11. |
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