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JuliusFinalNarrative

Page history last edited by PBworks 18 years, 6 months ago

It was the start of my senior hockey season and the team was without a captain. The main reason for this was the best player on our team, the typical choice for captain, lacked certain leadership qualities as well as a clear police record.

You mean that the best player had a police record not that he or she lacked a record!

And thus, our team went through tryouts, the first weeks of practice, and our first scrimmage without a named leader. As the first regular season game approached, myself

"I" is better.

along with the other two seniors were called into the head coach’s office. He would put the “C” to a vote determined by both players and coaches. Much to my surprise I was chosen by my teammates, many of whom I had only known for about a month. Needless to say I was excited and wanted to set a good example for my young team. There was one problem that arose during all of this. The eve our first hockey game also happened to be the debut concert for my best friends’ band. Being the multitasking well rounded individual that I am, I tried to do it all that night.

Is that what it means to be well-rounded?

As luck would have it, I missed my curfew, and more importantly

Rewrite: "curfew and, more importantly,"

the call from the head coach to see if I was there. It took some creative explaining on that fateful Saturday morning to work my way out of any significant trouble during my first days as captain. The story, or stretch of the truth, ended up being that I was in my driveway saying goodbye to my girlfriend and just happened to miss the call. Actually, at 11:00 I was stuck at a red light in front of my house as I argued with my mother on our cell phones while the house phone rang, rang, rang.

 

Living in a community where everyone checks the local paper daily, especially the police blotter, it is easy for people to know who you are. During high school I was involved in academic groups, sports teams, and a number of other extracurricular activities. This past school year I was president of my class, captain of the hockey team, and co-captain of the baseball team. I grew accustom to having everyone know who I am and the kind of things that I do. However, I wanted to move away from what everyone thought they knew about me and find something I could make my own.

 

You've introduced a new theme. Up to this point, the narrative has been about your becoming hockey captain; now the prose slips into a resume of sorts.

 

In the past 6 years I found myself going to school, playing sports, and hanging out with the same group of people. When it came time to look at colleges I knew that I didn’t want to continue into my thirteenth year of high school, like so many graduates of Batavia High. I wanted to move on to something bigger and different for a change. There were only three schools that I applied to last fall. One of these schools was the University of Buffalo. However, it lacked a certain appeal when I found out that one quarter of my graduating class was going to be there. I wanted something that was less run of the mill. I took great pride in the looks on people’s faces when they learned I would be attending Penn State.

 

My name is Kevin Wigton and I am currently enrolled as an engineering student here at Penn State. I am the youngest of two children and the second to attend a large university. I grew up in a small city in western New York whose total population hovers around one third of the student population at University Park. I am known as a thoughtful person with a bad tendency to procrastinate and to let things slip my mind completely. While at Penn State I hope to do new things, have some fun, and find good friends.

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