Jakob Frickson
Personal narrative
I expecting a hard fought game and it was. The score went back and forth, touchdown after touchdown; we fought hard, exhausted and cramping up, the siren sounded the end of the game. We lost. Even though we lost i was still happy, happy to see how fThe time was 9:30, friday night, november of 2015. I’m on a knee looking up at the barely visible stars, i hear the siren go off behind me, that siren represents the end of my high school football career. I cried for the first time in a very long time, realizing I would never step foot on that field a player again. That wouldn’t be the last time.
My senior year was tainted with hardships of all kinds. From death to addiction, everything bad that could happen happened.
The summer was a huge success athletics wise, my team was looking strong and capable of doing something big in the upcoming season. I was getting some pretty strong attention from colleges for football and my grades were the best they’ve ever been, I was riding on a high note into the school year.
The first semester started just like every other year, walking in those big double doors in the front of the school from the parking lot all loud and energetic just to go to class and pass out. …show more content…
I walked into the classroom and our principal told me to take a seat, that he has to tell me something. When i heard the news I was speechless. Nate was shot, he had died in the hospital just an hour before the class. One of my best friends. My brother, gone. I hadn’t cried that hard since my baseball coach passed away. I ran out of the room as the principle chased me down. I just wanted to go home, he told me “i understand but we have to keep you here so you can speak with a grief counselor”. I understood and reluctantly went back into the room and cried. Cried with my friends that cared about nate just as much as I had. That was one of the worst days of high
Personal narrative
I expecting a hard fought game and it was. The score went back and forth, touchdown after touchdown; we fought hard, exhausted and cramping up, the siren sounded the end of the game. We lost. Even though we lost i was still happy, happy to see how fThe time was 9:30, friday night, november of 2015. I’m on a knee looking up at the barely visible stars, i hear the siren go off behind me, that siren represents the end of my high school football career. I cried for the first time in a very long time, realizing I would never step foot on that field a player again. That wouldn’t be the last time.
My senior year was tainted with hardships of all kinds. From death to addiction, everything bad that could happen happened.
The summer was a huge success athletics wise, my team was looking strong and capable of doing something big in the upcoming season. I was getting some pretty strong attention from colleges for football and my grades were the best they’ve ever been, I was riding on a high note into the school year.
The first semester started just like every other year, walking in those big double doors in the front of the school from the parking lot all loud and energetic just to go to class and pass out. …show more content…
I walked into the classroom and our principal told me to take a seat, that he has to tell me something. When i heard the news I was speechless. Nate was shot, he had died in the hospital just an hour before the class. One of my best friends. My brother, gone. I hadn’t cried that hard since my baseball coach passed away. I ran out of the room as the principle chased me down. I just wanted to go home, he told me “i understand but we have to keep you here so you can speak with a grief counselor”. I understood and reluctantly went back into the room and cried. Cried with my friends that cared about nate just as much as I had. That was one of the worst days of high