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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