Autobiographical Writing

Buzz. Thats the alarm. I guess it must be 7.30 I reached from my inviolable quilt to activate the snooze button to grab an extra sextuplet minutes kip. Just turning over and workting comfy. Buzz. T here it goes again. At this point Ive also got my mom sh turn outing up the stairs Ian youre sack to be late for civilise if you miss the bus Im not fetching you I kicked wrap up the covers and dragged myself onto my feet. Half an hour later I was out the door jogging for the bus as it came up the hill.Ian put your piazza on in the tug you come to class, Ian sway your coat off and flummox down, make it look desire your staying. What a way to start the twenty- quartet hours nag nag nag. First lesson maths, Ian simulate your coat off and get down, Ian stop talking and pay attention. The usual crowd in maths vindicatory telling my mate about the weekend then all I hear Ian get out. So its 9.40 and here I am orthogonal the door I Know more about this corridor than the cleaner s. Oh no here comes the teacher judge of a secure excuse Miss I was asking him the answer to a question.Ring. Thank God for that. Its break time. Grabbed a can of coke from the machine and straight down the football piece for a quick fifteen minute kick around before I was post in French and being nagged. Well to the lowest degree I thought I would be back in French in fifteen minutes. The game was in full swing we were acting the year 11. We were all over them I went in for a tricksy tackle and before you knew it I went down hit the floor, heard a snap, and I was nursing a funny shaped arm that looked ilk the u-bend of a sink.Ian are you alright? all the lads were shouting to me as I walked up the hill to Mr. Roycroft Ian follow me mate I will take you to the office, that looks nasty I cogitate youll have to go to the hospital. Before you acknowledge it I was in the office with a crowd of spectators immaterial the door. If I had charged I would of made a fortune In comes my sis Oh my God. Oh my God, Ian are you alright? Does mom know yet?Lying on the hospital bed with my shoes off everything started to sink in. Now the bruise had passed the anguish started to kick in I wasnt even aloud pain killers until my parents arrived WHERE ARE THEYFirst on the scene dad calm as ever Oh dear youve made a mess of that havent you son whats happening has anyone seen you yet. So here I am lying in torment in a bed that more than a thousand race have been in with a dad as calm as ever and no doctors coming to sort me out although my arm is abatement off, I am obviously not very important. At least I didnt have to go back to French and it looks like on that point wont be any school for a while I marvel if theyll miss me?Eventually the doctors arrive like a halo of wolves gathering round me humming and arring talking about me like I was invisible. Ten minutes later they decide I needed to go to theatre to be put back to normal. They gave me almost pain kil lers of some sort, which did the trick because the stand-in was a blur.Ian its all over now you talent feel some discomfort but the worst is over.Ian are you alright do you want me to prop up your pillows. So in 24 hours I have got my arm in plaster to the shoulder I am lying in the same place as before, and I am in more pain now than when I did it. attached day nothing has changed not been out of bed and now I know these four walls just as well as the corridor outside the maths room.Ian I have some good news for you its time to go home and you will have to have six weeks off school. That was the outmatch news I had heard all year six weeks off school. Well I have had a really good rest without anybody nagging at me how long will that last I wonder?Ian your teas ready. Are you listening to me? I hope you have been doing some of your school work. Ian answer meDidnt last very long I think I am going to change my name to PaulAutobiographical writingI still remember my visit to Oost ende, a small township in Belgium, with school staff and students in Year 8. We went there to see in a football tournament against teams from all over Europe. To me, this spark is unforgettable because I had such a great time and I mat free from the troubles of school and life in general.Oostende was a pleasurable town on the coast of Belgium. Unfortunately, the sea was deemed hazardous so we werent allowed on the sandy beach. But that didnt seem to affect the holiday. The iniquitylife was fantastic. The staff that came with us were Mr Fletcher, Mr congested and Mr Curry and they let us stay out until midnight. I think they let us stay out late so that they could get d escapek Every night after dinner I would go out and buy chips and coke. I hated the food in the hotel, infact I hated the entire hotel. When I told this to Mr Curry he said, what do you foreknow for two hundred pounds? We lots went to the arcades and played games. Once we went to play mob in a club and I pro ved as well as good for my friends. In the end we got chucked out of the club for being too noisy.The teachers often fined us. We got fined for things like swearing or forgetting something. Thankfully I didnt get fined too much but my friend Andrew got fined the most because he kept on fartingThe football tournament was held in a leisure boil down and it was held over tether days. There were nineteen teams in the tournament and we were gaunt in Group A with the stronger teams. We played well and after terrific competition, ended the group in third place. This was a remarkable exertion for us as we were expecting to lose hopelessly to every team. I think we did this well because the holiday also allowed the team to bond with each opposite and great team spirit was created. By finishing in third, we had stipulation ourselves an outside chance of making it to the final.The next day was the playoffs. We had to win four matches to make it into the final. We won the first three ma tches 3-0, with me getting a hat trick in the second match, and managed to scrape through to the final with a narrow victory over Chiswick United in the final game. We were rapturous and jubilant about making it to the final but out coaches told us not to get arrogant and boastful.The final kicked off at three oclock and proved to be a close encounter. The match was like a chess match every move or pass had to be precise- there was no room for mistakes. Our star striker, Sanjay, had given us the lead thanks to an exquisite volley but a blunder by Sid, our flight attendant, meant we went to half time with the scores level. The scores stayed the same until the ninetieth minute. I stack away a pass from Sanjay and he made a run towards the goal. I played a through ball into his path. The defenders didnt move, as they were benevolent for offside but the decision wasnt given. He was onside. My heart was in my mouth. He was on his own with only the goal flight attendant to beat. He de ceived the keeper by pretending to shoot. All he had to do was to go around him. He did but just as he was about to shoot the keeper brought him down. The referee blew his whistle. He had given us a penalty in the final minute.Sanjay was our regular penalty taker but he got injured when the keeper brought him down. The team gathered near the penalty spot to discuss who should take it. The team was panicking and, as captain, I decided that I was the only individual suitable to take the penalty. I was quietly reassured of scoring because I enjoyed being in pressure situations. I placed the ball on the spot and stepped backwards measuring my run up. I looked up at the keeper and he snarled at me. He said a few words to put me off. It worked. Suddenly I wasnt so confident anymore. My heart was beating like a drum and my legs felt like jelly. The goal was shrinking every time I looked at it. I tried to pull myself together. I picked a part of the goal to calculate for and said a praye r. After putting my head down I started my run up and kicked the ball with the toe of my lucky Nike boots. The ball fagged an eternity in the air.Yeesssss the crowd shouted. The ball went in. The keeper dived the wrong way. I had won the tournament for the team. In a present moment of sheer jubilation, I took off my shirt and ran around the pitch.As I reel back the memories in my head I still remember how I felt that Sunday afternoon. It was one of my proudest ever moments but there was an another moment that I was equally as proud of. On the final night of the holiday, the teachers called us to the hotel for a meeting. They told us they had really enjoyed this holiday and were really strike by the way we had played. Furthermore they said that they used the money they collected for fines to buy trophies for us. There were four trophies to acquire, and I won the players player award. This was an huge honour for me as I was voted for by my fellow counterparts.I had a really valuab le experience on this trip. I got to know battalion that I didnt really know well and became more responsible for myself. I became more independent and gained maturity as the holiday went on.