looked around. All around the room were people with blank faces, slouched over, barely listening as the teacher droned on about some complex math equation, but to me it was just background noise. I was reliving last night's game. I took the handoff and sprinted down the field, leaving fallen bodies in my wake as I ran past them. I kept running and running until I reached the end zone. The crowd went wild as my teammates lifted me up on their shoulders.... “Andrew!” My teacher’s angry voice snapped me back into the present.
“Daydreaming in class again!” My mom shouted at me across our living room. “How are you gonna get into Harvard if you’re not even listening in class!” Ugh, not the Harvard talk again.
“Mom, I told you, I don’t want to …show more content…
“Good morning class, today we're going to do an essay on a current event of your choice and your opinion of it,” My teacher said, “It doesn’t matter what event you do, it can even be about the Super Bowl.” When she said this, a smile spread across my face, turning a light bulb on in my head. I immediately got to work, writing furiously for the next half hour. I wrote about the defenses,the play calling, and how it could have ended better if the referees had made the right decisions. I was having so much fun I did not even care what grade I got, and at the end of the period, I turned in my essay, knowing that I would at least get a passing …show more content…
Thank you!” I pumped my fists and gave my parents a hug, which was a strange occurrence in itself. Before anyone could say anything else, I ran out the front door grabbing my football gear, a worn football and pads, and bolted to John’s house. I pounded on his door until he came out, which he didn’t appreciate, but I was too joyful to care. “What are you so wound up about?” He said when he opened the door. “My parents said I can play sports again! Let’s go!” I replied, a mix of happiness and impatience boiling inside of me. We played until we could not even see the ball. I had not realized how much I missed the joy of handling the rough pigskin against my hands. The wind howling against my face as I flew across the field to score, and the adrenaline rush of the final two minutes of the game to come back from behind to win the
“Daydreaming in class again!” My mom shouted at me across our living room. “How are you gonna get into Harvard if you’re not even listening in class!” Ugh, not the Harvard talk again.
“Mom, I told you, I don’t want to …show more content…
“Good morning class, today we're going to do an essay on a current event of your choice and your opinion of it,” My teacher said, “It doesn’t matter what event you do, it can even be about the Super Bowl.” When she said this, a smile spread across my face, turning a light bulb on in my head. I immediately got to work, writing furiously for the next half hour. I wrote about the defenses,the play calling, and how it could have ended better if the referees had made the right decisions. I was having so much fun I did not even care what grade I got, and at the end of the period, I turned in my essay, knowing that I would at least get a passing …show more content…
Thank you!” I pumped my fists and gave my parents a hug, which was a strange occurrence in itself. Before anyone could say anything else, I ran out the front door grabbing my football gear, a worn football and pads, and bolted to John’s house. I pounded on his door until he came out, which he didn’t appreciate, but I was too joyful to care. “What are you so wound up about?” He said when he opened the door. “My parents said I can play sports again! Let’s go!” I replied, a mix of happiness and impatience boiling inside of me. We played until we could not even see the ball. I had not realized how much I missed the joy of handling the rough pigskin against my hands. The wind howling against my face as I flew across the field to score, and the adrenaline rush of the final two minutes of the game to come back from behind to win the