Basketball Descriptive Writing
Eric Moore
Essay #1
#365
September 4, 2010
My eyes and ears open to the sound of chirping birds outside the dew covered window and my alarm buzzing behind my head. I sense that my room is still messed up from the night before after I threw my gym bag down from practice yesterday night. I stretch my arms and legs as I prepare to get out of my warm bed. I was so sore from practice it felt as if my muscles turned of and I couldn’t move for the whole time. I started to get the feeling back into my body and I put my hand against the cold alarm clock as I turn it off but it continues to buzz louder and louder. My knees crack, as I rest my feet onto my soft, cream colored floor. As I walk into my bathroom, sore from the night before, I stumble …show more content…
The warm sensation of water and the feel of the warm, soup covered rag that touches my face, after I smell the cinnamon on my gums it instantly woke me up. My muscles are still aching from the hard practice last night at the gym with my basketball teammates. We did defensive, offensive, and shooting drills for 3 hours straight. My mindset was cold, deep, dark, anxious, and a little bit nervous at this time. I am preparing myself for the most crucial game of my career, my first game. As I turn off the water and go back into my cold room to put on clothes. I hear my mother call from down stairs “Eric, What the hell are you doing you have to get ready to …show more content…
I think to myself what will I do, how will I react, am I ready for what’s in store for me. As I try to sit down to eat the cereal that’s in front of me my mother lets me know that I don’t have enough time to eat and we have to leave now. I put on my black book bag that was sitting on the white and gold floor next to the living room. The bag is heavy from all the books I have to carry. Walking out into the cold dark garage at 7:15 in the morning.
I get into the car as I see the morning due out the passenger side window. Shivering as the cold air vents blow. I am still in my right mind set. I look at my mom, who is still sitting in the car and I tell her that I love her and close the door to the truck. Sitting in my classes I’m so ready because everyone is talking about going to the game and its going to be a hype game. “Eric, are you ready for tonight cause if you’re not you better get your ass ready” my friend Antonio says. I hear the whispers that we are going to lose and we suck as a basketball
Essay #1
#365
September 4, 2010
My eyes and ears open to the sound of chirping birds outside the dew covered window and my alarm buzzing behind my head. I sense that my room is still messed up from the night before after I threw my gym bag down from practice yesterday night. I stretch my arms and legs as I prepare to get out of my warm bed. I was so sore from practice it felt as if my muscles turned of and I couldn’t move for the whole time. I started to get the feeling back into my body and I put my hand against the cold alarm clock as I turn it off but it continues to buzz louder and louder. My knees crack, as I rest my feet onto my soft, cream colored floor. As I walk into my bathroom, sore from the night before, I stumble …show more content…
The warm sensation of water and the feel of the warm, soup covered rag that touches my face, after I smell the cinnamon on my gums it instantly woke me up. My muscles are still aching from the hard practice last night at the gym with my basketball teammates. We did defensive, offensive, and shooting drills for 3 hours straight. My mindset was cold, deep, dark, anxious, and a little bit nervous at this time. I am preparing myself for the most crucial game of my career, my first game. As I turn off the water and go back into my cold room to put on clothes. I hear my mother call from down stairs “Eric, What the hell are you doing you have to get ready to …show more content…
I think to myself what will I do, how will I react, am I ready for what’s in store for me. As I try to sit down to eat the cereal that’s in front of me my mother lets me know that I don’t have enough time to eat and we have to leave now. I put on my black book bag that was sitting on the white and gold floor next to the living room. The bag is heavy from all the books I have to carry. Walking out into the cold dark garage at 7:15 in the morning.
I get into the car as I see the morning due out the passenger side window. Shivering as the cold air vents blow. I am still in my right mind set. I look at my mom, who is still sitting in the car and I tell her that I love her and close the door to the truck. Sitting in my classes I’m so ready because everyone is talking about going to the game and its going to be a hype game. “Eric, are you ready for tonight cause if you’re not you better get your ass ready” my friend Antonio says. I hear the whispers that we are going to lose and we suck as a basketball