Tyler LeBlanc LeBlanc 1. Essays - Holocaust Literature, Night

Tyler LeBlanc LeBlanc 1. Essays - Holocaust Literature, Night Tyler LeBlanc LeBlanc 1. Prof. Horowitz Enl 110 10/2/2017 Practice #2 Narrative Who Am I ? Story Losing It All I look around the crowded hallways, poste rs and decorated banners cover the never ending line of lockers. Mature teens stand near the metal walling repping institutions that they would attend shortly after our graduation. I stand out amongst the crowd wearing my same bland clothing, as up to that point no college representative made any effort in reaching out to me, let alone were they throwing their institutions apparel my way. I keep my mind optimistic, as I uploaded my football film up to the internet last night. My remarkable film seems to be my last hope of furthering my football career and education . Two weeks have passed from the time I sent out my football film, and last night my opportunity has finally knocked on my door. I received a email from two schools pertaining their hopes of me attending their institution. The two schools that happened to notice me were opposite in proximity to my residence, so in essence the closest school would be the most appealing to me.The two colleges are Iowa western, and Bryant University. Bryant Univer sity only being a forty five minute drive into R hode Island without surprise would be my priority of the two schools. My nerves run ramped as my efforts in expressing my interest to Bryant have landed me LeBlanc 2. a meeting with their offense of coordinator within the next five minutes. I walk down the hallway after getting the announcement over the loud enercomm to go down to the front office to meet with my visitor and my senior advisor. As my clammy hand swing open the aged door, a plump giant stranger lunges at me for embrace. The large man introduces himself as Bryant university's offensive coordinator. The over excellous man and I take a seat. Before the older gentleman discussed anything, he mentioned I must cut fifty pounds to gain a roster spot. Me being a large egoed teenegaer I informed the coach that I realistically did not see that happening. As soon as the words uttered from my mouth the man without response spontaneously changed his demeanor and swiftly and abruptly walked out of the advisor's office. I sit in the wooden chair in disbelief, trying to comprehend the event that just took place so quickly. Within the manifestation of plan B the overjoyed flight attendant announced flight 365's final decent into Omaha's Eppley Airfield. From what I seen on the car ride from the airport to campus in the musty taxi Iowa turns out to be exactly what I knew it would be, nothing but corn. I arrive at the tiny campus and the driver points out the chalky brick building that would be my home for the next couple o f months. After my solo effort of dragging my overly packed suitcase into my barren room I plopped onto my new used barre mattress. After resting my eyes for several hours I look around the room and find no trace of my unknown roommate. This discovery woul d be a pleasant one for most, however in my case I was banking on asking my roommate's parents for a ride to the closest store for mere necessities. I lay on the cold plastic fabric bed shuddering from the cold air shooting from the machine placed right a bove my head. I grow more and more upset at myself as time passes by. I try to swallow my pride, ho wever the LeBlanc 3. sharp thought from my self conscious that "I could be in a D1 program in a warm catered dorm room" cut so deep. A great conclusion that my life up to this point was a series of disappointment lead me swearing to myself that from this moment on I will make best of every moment of my life so I would never hit bottom like this once more. My mind schemed on exactly what must improve and how I would imple ment those ideals into my everyday life. I will not let my short comings define me. I kept optimism