Wait a second!
More handpicked essays just for you.
More handpicked essays just for you.
How to analyze
Don’t take our word for it - see why 10 million students trust us with their essay needs.
Recommended: How to analyze
World Cup Final - Personal Narrative
Just as I scored a resplendent overhead kick in the rapidly decreasing
extra time in the World Cup Final at Wembley the referee's shrill
whistle announced the end of the match. England had won the World
Cup!! The end of the match celebrations were beginning the crowd were
on their feet singing in a joyous tone, the Germans were already out
of the ground and on their way to the airport and all across England
people were screaming YES! At their television sets. Suddenly the
entire crowd became quiescent and many were looking at the referee who
was now purple in the face as he had been incessantly blowing on his
whistle. I looked at the crowd who rapidly vanished and became a blue
wall I looked down at my England kit as it suddenly became a blue
duvet then with everything disappearing around me I looked up just to
see the Twin Towers become a pair of canary yellow curtains. As I
wondered where I was I realised that the referee's whistle was still
going as I looked towards where the sound was coming from I saw my
alarm clock ringing nineteen to the dozen. I lay in my bed for five
minutes trying to recollect my wonderful dream but the ever persistent
alarm clock won and I was forced to rise from my warm bed I slammed my
hand down on my alarm clock in an attempt to break it and crept back
into my bed.
About ten minutes had passed when my mother swept into the room
fussing as usual about school and trains. She pulled me out of bed and
said something else reluctantly I staggered to the bathroom like a
drunk after a long nights partying who doesn't know his way back home.
I had a cold wash to keep myself awake. I slowly walked back to my
room and resisting the urge to crawl back into my warm bed, I put on
my drab school uniform. I clambered down the stairs almost tripping on
On February 28, 2005, I experienced one of the most exciting events that anyone could ever experience – winning a State Championship. The day my soccer team made history is a day I’ll never forget. However it is not just that day we won the title, but the whole experience of the preceding season that got us there. From start to finish, my team’s 2004-2005 season taught me that the platitude is true. You can do anything you set your mind to.
Growing up in El Salvador, soccer was a sport that significantly impacted my childhood. My cousins and uncles taught me how to play soccer, as well as various techniques that would later benefit me on the soccer field. At the age of seven I started to play for one of most well-known soccer clubs in El Salvador. Practicing twenty three hours a week was really paying off, as I could see in my medal and trophy gain. Not only did they represent my accomplishments, but they also gave joy to my teammates, community, and family because they were the people who encouraged me to give my best. Playing soccer was also a way to release stress because when my family was going through hardships, it was easier for me to let all of my negative energy on the
morning I knew that I had to do something so I went around trying to
I pulled my blankets over my head as my twin sister turned on the light to get her clothes out of the closet that we shared. I peeked out a hole that I made between the blanket and the bed so that I could catch a glimpse of my alarm clock. It showed 6:45.
I slowly turned half way off my bed and picked up my phone. I was still practically
All of a sudden I woke up to someone saying hello and I jumped up and turned
I flopped on my bed and fell asleep instantly. . . . I woke up to the sound of the birds outside my window.
After stumbling down the stairs and into the shower, I regain consciousness and hurry to get ready. It's all planned out. Five minutes to shower (o.k. ten), five minutes to brush teeth, comb hair, etc., ten minutes to put on my face.
For me it had now come to the end of the night, so I walked back to
I slide out of bed switching on my lamp on the nightstand next to me. I dragged myself to the bathroom switching on that light as well. I start running the cold water and splash myself in the face several times. I place my nervous and shaky hands on the counter gripping it hard. My knuckles start to turn white. I take another deep breath in and out.
Still comprehending what exactly was going on I looked at my alarm clock which reads eight in the morning. My brother held the phone outwards towards me, so I grasped it from him and held it to my ear.
I just nodded and jogged to my room. Once in, I packed up what little items I had in my backpack. Honestly, it was just my clothes and a picture frame of my parents and I.
When the alarm goes off in the morning, my first thought is, fuck, this is way to early. Then I open my eyes; look at my alarm clock and wonder, if I hit the snooze button, would I get up after five more minutes. The answer to that is always no, I need to get up now, or the kids will be late to get to the bus. After fifteen to twenty seconds of debate in my own head, I lift my head off my pillow. I twist to the right and sit up at the same time. Then ...
After getting dressed, I went downstairs and the wait began. I thought I was going to be