Why Me
Tears tricked down the cold, unfeeling of my face - a prisoner to the
cruel heartless winter that raged, untamed, beyond the safe confines
of my helmet! Trees swayed as though losing the hopeless battle
against Mother Nature's cruellest force - the wind. Somewhere in that
gloomy world a bell rang, disturbing the once silent battle for life
in the wilderness.
Before leaving my false safety, I turned and admired the tall, dark
trees. Somehow I admired them because, despite their endless battle
for life, their life, their purpose, was clear and simple with no
question whatsoever.
I moved down past the demountables away from the hockey pitch only
semi-aware of what was going on around me. Some indifferent person
raged past me and clattered to the floor but I was oblivious to it, as
though it was far off in the distance, muttered by my innermost
consciousness.
I was vaguely aware of the fact that I had now left the once favourite
place of mine. A deathly-cold gust of wind almost swept me off my feet
as it hurried round the corner, intent on reaching its destination
despite many obstacles, of which I was one, always blocking its way.
As I began the tedious undressing and redressing I began to go through
the possibilities of what awaited me. The team barged out of the
changing room leaving me alone in the silence. The body armour, peeled
off at goal mouth had been no protection from their cruel, merciless
look. At the back of my mind was the glaring fact of what was to
happen to me! But yet I still felt the need to weigh out the
possibilities as though recounting them would change the odds.
However, none of this stopped the truth scratching at the back of my
mind eager to be let out into the open. I wandered aimlessly along the
rain-drenched road intent on cruelly loathing myself!
As if in a final attempt at convincing me that I will not ever play
again, so I would never let the team down again, the heavens opened
I shrieked at them, trying to scare them off, but they merely ducked behind bushes and took long sticks from the saddles of their horses, bows and javelins. … I'd never howled more loudly in my life. Darts like hot coals went through my legs and arms and I howled more loudly still. (27)
a fight a few blocks away. When I ran to the scene, the fight was over. However,
when he realized it I feel that the paranoia set in. "For once he forgot his
The arrival of winter was well on its way. Colorful leaves had turned to brown and fallen from the branches of the trees. The sky opened to a new brightness with the disappearance of the leaves. As John drove down the country road he was much more aware of all his surroundings. He grew up in this small town and knew he would live there forever. He knew every landmark in this area. This place is where he grew up and experienced many adventures. The new journey of his life was exciting, but then he also had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach of something not right.
me so much, I see as the point where I got off track". The man side began to come out of
...rward, broke the ring, and fell over the steep edge of the rock to the sand by the water. At once the crowed surged after it, poured down the rock, leapt on to the beast, screamed, struck, bit, tore. There were no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws (Golding 153).
Procrastination comes from the thought of an individual knowing that they can do the same job at a later time. Everyone has been guilty of procrastinating because it is a human fear that no one can escape. To procrastinate is to put off or defer until another time, in other words it may mean to delay (Marano). In Psychology Today, Hara Marano said “twenty percent of all humans identify themselves as chronic procrastinators” (“Marano”). Procrastination is a human behavior that every college student has experienced at some point in his or her educational paths. For some college students, procrastination is a minor issue, for other college students, procrastination is a way of life that results in stress and could possibly be easily be avoided. Why? Procrastination can be broken down into three categories: how someone is considered a procrastinator, characteristics of a procrastinator, and how to escape procrastination.
covered in blood ,i started hyperventilating . The man next to me screamed and a
struck me from his carriage... my stick had struck him backwards from the car and he
Hockey. A sport I have always loved ever since I was a kid. It was when my dad had taken me to an open ice skate when my hockey life began. I had my first pair of skates as a present when I was four years old. I never really knew of the sport at the time, but now I was able to expirence it. No one was present on the ice as I entered the rink. The cold of the ice ran down my back as I took my first steps on. The cold didn’t stop me though. As I stepped upon the ice, I had a feeling of relief. Hockey is what let me go fast. Always have I been the fastest kid in my class and hockey let me expand on what I loved to do. One stride at a time I went, until I was able to glide upon the ice. My blades of my skates sunk into the ice like a lion tearing at its prey. As the frost beat against my face, I soon realized that I was able to skate. Even though it was all fuzzy in my memory, I remember feeling all types of joy rush all throughout my body. It was the first sign of potential in hockey. It was a first omen.
We slowly crept around the corner, finally sneaking a peek at our cabin. As I hopped out of the front seat of the truck, a sharp sense of loneliness came over me. I looked around and saw nothing but the leaves on the trees glittering from the constant blowing wind. Catching myself standing staring around me at all the beautiful trees, I noticed that the trees have not changed at all, but still stand tall and as close as usual. I realized that the trees surrounding the cabin are similar to the being of my family: the feelings of never being parted when were all together staying at our cabin.
My stomach retched, my throat dry, had I got myself into this mess? A distant thud echoed across the cold, hard floor, ricocheting into my ear. Someone was coming.
I saw his fist once again heading toward my head. I was taut to never let the enemy away with victory so this time I did the same thing back to him as he has done to me.