Descriptive Essay - The Wrestling Room

Wrestling is a sport with a long history and offers many benefits in today’s world. This paper will explore the history of the sport of wrestling as the sport of wrestling has been around since biblical times. There are many facts and myths about wrestling. This paper will take you through the history of wrestling and address the benefits it provides to children and athletes of modern times. Wrestling can change lives, let’s learn how.

The wet tiles that were beneath my feet felt cold, and moist. The locker room was filled with the sound of scalding water slapping the tile floor harshly. The room felt hot and humid like a summer day in Florida. I could feel my anxiety burning within me, in the same way a fire burns down a forest. It grows profusely worse as the second hand on the clock above my locker ticks away. I quickly changed into my swim trunks, and crept into the swimming area with fear and anticipation. I tiptoed my way down the stairs that led into the pool. I could feel the brisk water slowly creep up my leg as I forced myself deeper and deeper. I was on my way to my mother who was going to try and teach me how to do a back float. I remember tipping

The sweat was dripping down John’s face as he pushed the weights off his chest. Everyone ran towards their bags after a student said there was a gun in school. Twitter was the first source that everyone checked just to make sure. Boom! The door slammed open as Coach Ben yelled “Hurry up and get out”. John’s heart started beating faster and faster. No one knew what was going on. As students were running to the gym everyone was panicking and pushing each other. John could feel the burn on his elbow but he didn’t know what it was. When everyone got to the gym John’s elbow was covered in blood. Everyone was told to get down and stay quiet. Later on coach told everyone a student brought a gun to school and was planning on committing suicide.

“I know, I’m coming” I yell down. I quickly hug my mother and I’m off. Now I plug the aux cord into to my phone and start jamming out to my sick mixtape. I quickly rush to school, blow the stop sign, drift into number 212 parking spot, and then run what feels like a thousand miles from my car to the school doors. I go to drill, then physics, then French, then pre-calculous and finally I make it to lunch

I feel my heart boom in my ears screaming at me to go home and never come back, but I can’t because the Oakwood door is already staring at me in my face. I wonder how many times I’ll shut my mouth just so I don’t have to be told to shut it. I feel the air conditioning on my skin as I sit in my seat to unload my belongings. After putting my things on my desk, I heard a loud thump and saw scattered paper all over the floor. “Sorry ‘bout that, maybe you shouldn’t always be in everyone’s way,” hissed Mister to Cool for School, “or maybe you shouldn’t be here at all.”

It was my freshman year in high school. We had a pretty good wrestling team and we made it to the regional duals and the four best teams in our district were there and the team who has made it to state wrestling the past three years and we had to beat all three teams in order to make it to state which was going to be difficult.

My first memory of wrestling was in fourth grade when I was wrestling someone who was way bigger than me. He just kicked my butt.

Barry Yeoman in “Wrestling Words”, expresses the struggles of how stuttering becomes a setback in life. Stuttering may seem like an easy disability to overcome,but for those who struggle know the true devastating pain. Not being able to fit the cookie cutter perfect imagine of society not just physically,but also emotionally impacts stutters. Stuttering seems incurable,but organizations like the National Stuttering Project believe an end is reachable. Stuttering is not a life threatening disease,but a setback to thrive on.

Nerves and the adrenaline feeling rushed through my body like a jet going sonic boom ripping through the air. I was on a school bus headed to a wrestling meet in York, Nebraska on a cold winter day in December. I figured my wrestling meet would be like all the other wrestling meets in the past, win most, lose a few. Never really thought this meet would be the final meet for the season. This meet would change my way of thinking towards wrestling and affect my confidence level.

By working as hard as a player can, they show themselves and others how determined they are. Coaches and teammates will not always get along with an athlete, but if they are dedicated they will still try as hard as they possibly can to hopefully avoid the issue. The extensive, excruciating practices also differentiate the players who are concerned about their performance from those who are not. Out of a hundred reasons not to show up at practice, that one dedicated athlete will find just one reason to show

I was sitting in the stands waiting for the next event of the 2012 Cornerstone Day Camp Olympics. There was a frequent and growing chatter in the air. I heard one of my counselors yell something out, but it was too noisy that I couldn’t hear what was being said. The stands muted immediately. In that booming voice, she yelled again. “Who wants to run the 400 meter run? There are medals!” A draft of cool air blew across the stands and it pulled me to my

“6:28,” the clock read as I was pulling into the parking lot, “6:29”. I exited the truck, grabbing my track bag as fast as possible. My phone fell out of my pocket. I paid no attention out of haste. I bent down with my track bag in my hand. I felt the glass lightly cutting my hand as I picked up my phone. I felt like Usain Bolt as I sped walk to the bus at what felt like at least thirty miles per hour. Sweaty and Tired I entered the bus. Why must we wake up so early? The meet starts at 9:00 and it’s only an hour drive away. Regardless, I strolled onto the buss. Horrified, I received the soul-penetrating stares of every single member of the Trojan Track team, athlete and student alike. Earlier that morning, having assumed that at least a few

The football season had just ended in Orem Utah and my coach was an assistant wrestling coach. People had been telling me things about wrestling the whole football season to the point where I actually considered it. I went to open mats one day and decided that I was going to wrestle. There were two other first year freshmen in my weight class and I beat both of them. In my first year of wrestling I was already varsity. The whole year I got pounded on over and over again by kids who had been wrestling for years. I kind of just accepted the fact that I was going to lose most of my matches. Our very last dual of the season was against Orem High School who were our mortal enemies. The dual started off at the 120 pound weight class. Me being in the 113 pound weight class meant I would be the last one to wrestle. The dual was incredibly close and by the time I was up Orem was winning the dual by one point. My coach told me to go out there and keep it simple. I went out, took him down, and pinned him in just fourteen seconds. The crowd exploded. Everybody started chanting my name. The captains picked me up and put me on their shoulders as they carried me around the gym. This event was important to my life because it gave me confidence that I needed, it kept me wrestling because I was on the verge of quitting, and it was a moment that I’ll never forget my entire life.

I can’t open my eyes. I can hear the beeping of a machine ringing through my ears. I can feel the needles in my arm. I can feel the sweat on my forehead. I try to get up but I’m weak. I start to hear banging on a door from down the hall. I try to relax, but its hard. The banging is in the back of my mind.

wrestler men perpetuating violence against a professional woman wrestler in a sexual way, and the footage is being glorified Men’s heterosexuality must also be reinforced because of the homosexual overtones that exist. These connotations are squashed with images of men forcing themselves upon women and by diminishing wrestling roles in the WWE world that show any distinction of homosexuality. The women wrestlers are mostly used as illustrations of the men’s heterosexuality, thus dismissing any impression of homosexuality. Divas: Sex and Male fantasy. Before the 1990’s women were not characterized much in the WWE but to escort a man to the wrestling ring, usually as a girlfriend or wife. As Katz says, “the conventions of pornography have made their way more and more into the main stream” (Jhally, 2003).