Biographical Essay: Where Do I Deserve?

Remember that boy in high school that was the star of the basketball team? He still holds most of the records for the team. He scored more points than anyone else in the school’s history. He never studied much because he was an athlete. His basketball skills were going to take him places. But high school ended and there are no more games to be played. Where is that former all-star now? In his poem “Ex-Basketball Player,” John Updike examines the life of a former high school basketball star. Flick Webb was a local hero, and he loved basketball. He never studied much in school or learned a trade because he was a talented athlete. Now years later, the only job Flick can find is working at the local gas station. He used to be a star, but now

After rereading my rebuttals and the feedback provided, I feel I deserve a lower grade than I originally anticipated. I was hoping for at least a B+ because I put a lot of effort into cleaning up and revising from my first draft to my final draft and felt I did a good job doing so. I thought my writing was clear, although after reading the revisions I now see where I should be cutting out unnecessary parts. Because I did summarize extensively, had redundancy, and failed to fully express my argument at some points I feel I deserve a grade in the low B range.

Many people have left legacies from when they were alive. Some are good, and some are bad. Those people may not agree with what they have left behind, and some may be perfectly okay with theirs. For me, I would like to leave behind a legacy that shows my family that I was a good person. I would want them to know that I had good intentions for my life and that I wanted to do good for myself and others. In this essay, I will explain what I would like my legacy to be like.

Early in the morning, the sun arose with charm, gray birds sang beautifully, and colorful leaves on trees danced. Alex and I walked like zombies to the yellow school bus. We were really sleepy. School was just another boring typical day in Miami, but the interesting part was during English class. Alex said, “Emmanuel, you know I can beat you on a one verses one in basketball.” “Of course you can’t.

“Two little lines I heard one day, Traveling along life’s busy way. Only one life ‘twill soon be past, Only what’s done for Christ will last.”

So where should I start? Alabama is where I’ve spent my life. This location is where I stand physically, however, I want to express where I stand in life. I am a young woman, growing older by the day. I have that I’m happy with- thanks to my grandmother. I am determined. To have completed high school with be another completion task towards the completion of my educational career: nurse anesthetics. Being an ambitious seventeen-year-old senior at Leeds High School, I can’t wait to see what balls life throw at me. I am African American, but I’m different. I blame myself for more than I should, and expect much of myself. Animals are considered to be a nuisance to me. The botheration of animals all shapes, and sizes fright me. I believe in dreams and goals. I like the satisfaction I get from the bible after a long and tiresome day. I believe that all humans control their destiny. I am super satisfied

I feel that this poem does really well in describing what happens in the moment when the ball is caught by the receiver. I changed the structure of the ballad like poem so that it fits more with the steady pulse and the overall poem is rather smooth. The constant “ran and ran” does very well with the overall poem because the whole purpose of this poem is to run and run when the ball is caught. I also changed a couple words so that it flows slightly better. I really enjoyed writing this poem because I felt that this poem was not hard to write at all and required a bit of creativity as well. This poem was probably one of my favorites as well because the ballad like structure made this poem with a sense. I did not have to be too creative in writing the format of the essay and only had to write the words to fill in the format. I did not change too much of the poem as I felt that it was already really well written and only needed a bit of tweaking to make it editorial level.

Everyone has an outlet, some sort of passion or love that they could pursue when they needed to escape for awhile, or needed to experience self-fulfillment. Often, this is an art, or music, or some sort of athletic activity. I have always loved athletics and academics equally, and find my home both in a classroom or library, or on the court. The particular talents I have obtained throughout my life have come primarily from my family, my school, or the sports I have played.

My entire life, I have wanted nothing more than to leave my hometown. There is nothing wrong with it, aside from the increasing crime rate and less than desirable weather at times, I have just always possessed a craving for the rest of the world. I have always had a passion for wanting to know what else the world has in store for me, besides brutal weather bipolarity and miles of soybean fields. Missouri is a beautiful state, but there are 49 others I have yet to live in. There is a whole planet out there, ready to be enjoyed by eager college aged students like myself, and that was my plan, to make my mark on this earth, to leave my footprint in every possible place I could. There is nothing wrong with being in the middle of the state that is located in the middle of the country, but my wanderlust was unquenchable

When I was around eight or nine years old I heard my mom say to my older cousin "Sometimes you are your own best friend" It was something i always remembered but I never understood until junior year of high school. I value that more now as an adult, and i apply it to most things. I used to think surrounding myself with a large amount of people meant something, like it held me to a different standard. That immature way of thinking definitely faded near the end of high school. I've come to value the small amount of close knit friends: quality over quantity. I know now that I am my biggest supporter and I rally for myself as much as i do for any other person I love.

This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.

Poetry tends to be a rather difficult and strenuous form of literature that most individuals tend to enjoy, but at the same time stumble upon. We get so caught up trying to find the true literal meaning of a poem, that we are often afraid to understand it in our very own unique way. However, the beauty of a poem is that we can enjoy it and interpreted as we may desire; we can never go wrong. Like art and music, poetry captures remarkable moments or experiences that are expressed in very peculiar ways which allow readers to connect with them, and thus, understand them better from a personal viewpoint. For this reason, I've enjoyed the poem "Football at Slack" for a period of over five years. Behind its connotative meaning of war, I feel like the poem expresses a marvelous form of the spirit of mankind throughout the vivid description of a sporting event.

Seven years ago, in the community of Point Clark, my family purchased a humble cottage that would become an essential influence in forming who I am today.

My birthday is in December, so I often get my birthday present and Christmas present as one.

I was born in San Antonio, Texas into a middle class, military family. My father went to the Air Force Academy and graduated with a degree in aerospace engineering and entered his required service with the United States Air Force. My mom graduated with a degree in speech pathology from the Mississippi University for Women. I was active from the moment I could walk, playing basketball, baseball, football, or just riding my bike, I did anything I could if I was outside. When I turned three my parents let me play tee ball with my brothers five-year-old team. From that moment on baseball ruled my life. My father served for 20 years and once he entered the Air Force reserves we moved to Franklin, Tennessee where my father began working for