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SONG OF MY LIFE The whistle blared, my legs burned and ached. This is what I had worked for all summer. The blood, sweat, and tears; the late nights of tossing and turning, knowing what was coming the next day. I could hear a song in my head, driving me, driving me. The day was Thursday, two weeks before Central. The game was Carlyle, the best team we would play all year. My song was, “Drop the World.” It reminds me how I rushed for one-hundred and fifty-five yards and a touchdown. This song inspires me because it is motivational. It is full of anger and aggressiveness, two sectional things on the field. When your passion, and energy, and all else fail, you can resort to anger. Pure power, and drive, and emotion. That is what I resorted to on that game. I was the captain; I was going to have to lead by example. I did with three yards and a cloud of dust, pure smash-mouth football. Okay, it was game time second to last game of the year. A week after the Carlyle game; we went into Freeburg expecting a major win. Freeburg had ruined our varsity’s senior night, it was payback time. They won the toss and chose to receive; a very conservative move. The Midgets were scared, but their crowd was as big as our varsity’s crowd on a good day. Freeburg sputtered two plays in a row. On third down and seven to go they did the impossible. The Midgets call a Hail-Marry deep pass, Completion! The crowd roars, hyped up. The score was eight to zero, Freeburg winning. I began to think of my song as I jogged onto the field for our offense. I was mad, we were different then the varsity; we would win. Touchdown after touchdown made both the team, and the crowd quit. I working hard, using all rage and vengeance going against quitter means a blowout, and that’s what happened. This was the week, the Central game. We wanted this one more than anything. We were even angrier at this team than Freeburg and Carlyle put together. Our varsity had gotten the game stolen from them in an away match-up. Not this time, they had beaten us eight to six in a preseason scrimmage and it was our last game of the season. It was time to show our teachers, our classmates, the varsity coaches-the whole community that we deserved to be heard. It was time to show that we deserved to be coached. That lower-classman could win, that we could have winning records. This song is inspiring for me because you can feel anger in it and it builds up. It keeps going and getting better and better. Music is a big part of my life. I love it, it motivates me. It inspires me, helps me with my sports. Gets me in a psychotic mindset for football, it effects my mood. It is so good for me and my football. That is how music is in my life, any day and everyday. media type="youtube" key="alE44oAstMQ?fs=1" height="385" width="640"

One time on 11/1/10 my teacher assigned the whole class to write about themselves. She called it a, "narrative." Thomas was looking fly with an Adidas hoodie on, Alex was looking like a mutt. He had this weird blond spot on his head that made me want to get him in a headlock and shave his hair. I was totally copying everyone like a parrot. They wall wanted to hurt me. They were jealous of my hair. Then I stopped and they didn’t want to hurt me anymore. The crowd screaming, yelling, and booing. Lights blaring, blindingly bright. Steam, flowing from the ground, from players like reverse waterfalls. Drums, beating hard, beating fast, beating loud. Cold, so cold, so very cold. The first game for me. But also, the last.

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