In this blog assignment, I will be using the 5 senses that are similar to the ones used in “My Name is Margaret (Maya Angelou)” to compose an emotional scene. I was 17 years old, a junior in high school on the varsity soccer team. Standing in the middle of the field in a playoff game as the clock runs down to carry on to extra time. My body was very fatigue after the first original ninety minutes of the game. I tied my cleats, fixed my shin guards, and looked to find my parents in the stands for some support as the referee's whistle blew to signal the start of the first extra time quarter. I took a deep breath and pushed my body to do the jobs my coach assigned me. In an extra time game, first team to score a goal wins. At this point, every player’s head was filled with complete fear including mine. Each player knew, every mistake at this point of the game is lethal. No one wanted to be the cause of their team’s loss. We had a big advantage on our opponent because it was a home game. Our stands were overfilled with students and parents cheering us on, we didn’t want to let them down. The game became very aggressive, tensions quickly rose, and many fouls were conceded. The referee had a very difficult time taking control of the game. I fought a very hard battle mentally and physically. Mentally, I knew I had to overcome my fears. Physically overcoming the opponent to win balls and take control of the game. As the clock ran down and the first quarter ended, there were many chances for both teams to score a goal but none were taken advantage of. Every dangerous attack on us made my heart beat out of its chest, it was very nerve racking. Before the whistle blew to signal the start of the final quarter my coach whispered in my ear “This is all you, score and carry your team forward” I ran on the field with the energy and stamina I had at the very beginning of the game, his words restored what I was missing. The game’s physicality is at an all time high. The referee began to warn and card many players in hopes of regaining control of the game. As every minute on the clock ticks the game gets more and more intense. At the very end of the last quarter, with a tie score of 1-1 and 2 minutes left on the clock, I took the ball and dribbled up the field passing by two players, and out of nowhere a player fouls me with a tackle from the side, his cleats going first in my leg. Everyone in the stands and on the sideline stood up in shock. I immediately fell to the ground and held my leg from the the pain. I laid down on the field for a few seconds with my eyes closed thinking this was the last barrier I had to overcome to lead my team to a win. The referee pointed to a penalty kick, and the crowd went crazy. I took the ball and placed it down, as I began to back up, each step I took it became quieter and quieter, and finally complete silence. I made eye contact with the goalie for a few seconds and looked back down at the ball, I can tell he was scared. I picked where I wanted to place the ball and waited for the referee’s whistle. In complete silence, the whistle seemed very loud, I ran up to the ball and placed it on the left side of the goalkeeper with all the power I can generate with my hurting leg to win the game for my team. I never thought that game would come to an end. I was very happy with my performance on the field to make my family, team, coaches, and school proud. Both teams played very well and presented great sportsmanlike conduct as we shook hands and congratulated each other on a great game.
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Sabatino
2/4/2019 09:56:12 am
D: I see appeals to the five senses here. I wonder how it would change the meaning to provide more description?
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Samantha Flood
2/4/2019 04:38:29 pm
I liked the way you described the emotions you were feeling. They made me feel like I was there to experience the high intensity of the game.
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Dominique Alexander
2/28/2019 05:49:17 am
D: This part shows description I can imagine everything happening as i read this part of the scene. " The referee began to warn and card many players in hopes of regaining control of the game. As every minute on the clock ticks the game gets more and more intense. At the very end of the last quarter, with a tie score of 1-1 and 2 minutes left on the clock, I took the ball and dribbled up the field passing by two players, and out of nowhere a player fouls me"
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