Personal Narrative: Locker Rooms

What is victory? What is failure? How do we know what state we’re truly in? In “Locker Room Talk” Stephen Dunn explores the conception of men boasting about their sexual encounters alongside women and persuades the audience boastful men who are presenting their victory of not yielding to the attractiveness and capability of women by not falling in love have actually failed through rhetorical strategies such as purpose, audience, and genre; pathos, logos, and ethos; and angle of vision. Dunn supports his stance on the journal by providing evidence and examples that emphasize the fear of falling in love to the general audience. Moreover, Dunn persuades the general audience through a reasonable, emotional, and credible approach on why men boast about their sexual encounters alongside women such as “Frankie made it sound dirty, something great you do with a bad girl” (Dunn, Locker Room Talk) and “A young man was telling his friend what he did to this particular young woman the night before, and what she did to him” (Dunn, Locker Room Talk). From Dunn’s angle of vision, even though boastful men feel victorious in their effort to not fall in love Dunn experiences sympathy for their actions as portrayed at the end of the passage “He thought we’d be happy for him” (Dunn, Locker Room Talk).

When Steve’s dad comes to visit him in prison, Steve says, “I’m just going to tell them the truth, that I didn’t do anything wrong. You believe that, don’t you?” (111). Steve’s father doesn’t respond. The man who knows Steve best, who’s spent nearly every day of Steve’s life with him, raised him from a baby, and knows how he reacts in every situation can’t give an answer to Steve asking if he thought he was innocent or guilty.

Cheer Athletics in Plano is one of the most prestigious competition gyms in the country. There are other Cheer Athletics’ branches in other places like Frisco and Austin, but not one is as successful as Plano. It is the absolute best place to go for a serious cheerleader. The best and most experienced coaches work there and they are hungry to win. They expect every ounce of energy and athleticism to be left on the floor when we are finished performing. I have never had any problems with an authority figure until I started at Cheer Athletics.

With a score of 44 to 37, the Varsity Football Team won against the Midway Panthers last Friday night at Waco.

Our 8th grade basketball team were putting on a show! Opponents would enter bobcat territory where our team would play a hard fight to take another win. Every game spectators are left in astonishment after witnessing determination, willingness, and our spirit until the clock expires down to its last second.

I am at the Hillsborough Raiders Varsity Football Championship game, and the date December 6, 2015. My parents are in the stands, but I am not, I am in the football players locker room because I am the starting wide receiver on the Raiders. Everyone on my football team calls me the star of the team, but I don’t know why. I am just Vedant Chintawar, a 14-year-old Indian with brown skin, with a staggering height of 6’2. somewhat strong, glasses and with black hair, who loves football. I am the average C student, barely passing my classes. I love the New York Jets, work at Modell’s to get free items for football, and I am the best Freshman in the United States. Other people would also describe me as nice, and friendly to everyone.

The short story starts with two police officers, debating whether or not they should bring the stubborn witness, Mr Struthers, directly to the lieutenant as he requested, or if they should try and talk to him themselves. The witness reluctantly complies at the end, admitting that he was too nervous to speak to anyone other than the lieutenant.

The door opened and an old man entered the room. He was going bald and what few strands of hair remaining were silver-gray. His body was lumped in a wheelchair and his face was hidden under a hat and a pair of sunglasses with pitch black shades. The bailiff escorted him to the defendant’s seat/chair amidst a frenzy of camera flashes going off and fervent boos from the crowd.

Jack couldn’t wait until recess time, he had been looking forward to it all day. As soon as Jack got dismissed outside where it was cold and the sun was giving him a smile it was so bright. He dashed to the basketball court where he played every day. He was minding his own business until out of a sudden the school bully and his jerk squad starting hollering insults at him. Colby escorted over to jack and shoved him on the ground this was normal for jack he often got bullied by him. After the charge it drew a huge swarm of people, and the pressure shadowed over Jack. The crowd was chanting at the top of their lungs “Fight,” “Fight,” “Fight!”

Jerry started yelling for Susie to come outside so they could talk. He had a gun and he was using this to bang on the door and the windows. Due to all the noise the neighbors were now awake and had come outside. One neighbor informed Jerry he had called the police. As Jerry continued to beat his gun against the house it caused it to discharge and a bullet went into the concrete of the porch. Hearing the sirens and knowing the police were on the way Jerry ran and threw the gun under the seat of his car. The neighbors observed him doing this.

It all started when my group of friends and I stumbled in to locker in the basement near the boiler. We had been in the basement hundreds of times before, as it was our hangout spot. Never have we ever seen a locker in the basement and we were very curious about what could be inside the locker. We opened up the locker and we found a baseball glove, 17 cents: 1978 dime, 1979 nickel, 1986 & 1994 pennies, an Aiden Bowman phys.ed T-shirt, computer disc, some cough candies, a pair of baseball cleats, Roots of Society text, chap stick, and finally, a hair brush.

I am a first grade Dual Language Spanish teacher in an urban district in the state of Connecticut. I teach Language Arts, Math, Science and Social studies in Spanish to my 23 homeroom students, 10 boys and 13 girls, and teach Spanish as a second language to 24 students that are in my Dual Language English partner’s classroom. In my homeroom more than half of the students are English Language Learners, and for many of them this is their first year in an American school. I also have 5 students with special needs. In my Spanish as a second language class I have English Language Learners, but there are no students with special needs.

When I was in high school, some of my friends said some hurtful things to me that I will never forget. One of the moments during my freshman year. I remember when I was trying pout for my for my high school's soccer team. During the soccer tryouts, the starting goalie for my high school said something that I will never forget. I recall all the words that he said to me at that moment during the tryouts. He said, " You are like a midget and you can't be a goalie for our high school". He also continued by saying that I can never be the starting goalie for my high school. I felt recall sad and down on that day and I began thinking that I can't do whatever I want to do during the tryouts. I was really hurt on that day and I will never that. However,

Steve was walking, and bragging to his alongside friends, and wanted nothing else. All he wanted was to show his guns. Josh, was not his friend, and hatted his braging attitude. Josh was going to serve him justice. He was going to tell him how mean he was. He, was going, to make Steve, pay.

A tapering man which is my supervisor with exchange looks, chiseled face, auburn hair, with flamboyant style waiting for me to start working in the backroom. A backroom, an ancient looking place with a lively crowded environment. During winter time this place turns into a cold frosty place because it doesn’t have central heater system. And during summer time people are soaked with sweat, and that place smell like A loading dock with a 18 wheeler truck with a tough look eagerly waiting to get unload. This reminds me of my parents, promptly waiting for me to return home before sun is down.