Complete ESSAY 1
David Ventura
Professor Boltrushek
English 1301. 83207
9 Apr 2015 Back In My Days
When I was a senior at North Mesquite High School, I went through some wild moments with my football teammates. I party almost every weekend, with my football teammates. I asked my parents to let me barrow their truck to go see my girlfriend but really I needed the truck to go pick up my friends to go to the party. I always wanted to be the first person to be at the party I just wanted to party for the weekend. Parting was the thing for me to go wild when I was in high school. I told myself, “This is high school, try to make your senior year best out of it!” I started to get into trouble with the law, and had bad grades in some of my classes. My counselor called me out of class one day when I was in athletic. After have a short little meeting with my counselor, she told me that I wasn't going to graduate high school if I kept doing badly in my classes. I went home and told my mom what my counselor had told me. During this point of my life, my lovely mother taught me a treasured and powerful lesson of being responsible for my own acts.
The first thing I needed for myself was to arrive at the party with drinks, and alcohol. I couldn't party without drinks I needed beer to get me savage for the night. The party was hosted by Willie at his dad’s ranch. The ranch had tall grass on the field, and an old house behind the wooden area. The old house was rusty, sitting side way, and the windows were broken too. Also there were some old school cars just parked in the woods getting all rusty, and old ranch tractors. I brought my football teammates with me every time I would go party, they were my body guards. My teammates were Joe, Henry, Willie and Mardo. We all played together on the varsity football team. Joe was one of the top running backs in the nation. Joe was 18 years old, muscular, tall African American and his
Professor Boltrushek
English 1301. 83207
9 Apr 2015 Back In My Days
When I was a senior at North Mesquite High School, I went through some wild moments with my football teammates. I party almost every weekend, with my football teammates. I asked my parents to let me barrow their truck to go see my girlfriend but really I needed the truck to go pick up my friends to go to the party. I always wanted to be the first person to be at the party I just wanted to party for the weekend. Parting was the thing for me to go wild when I was in high school. I told myself, “This is high school, try to make your senior year best out of it!” I started to get into trouble with the law, and had bad grades in some of my classes. My counselor called me out of class one day when I was in athletic. After have a short little meeting with my counselor, she told me that I wasn't going to graduate high school if I kept doing badly in my classes. I went home and told my mom what my counselor had told me. During this point of my life, my lovely mother taught me a treasured and powerful lesson of being responsible for my own acts.
The first thing I needed for myself was to arrive at the party with drinks, and alcohol. I couldn't party without drinks I needed beer to get me savage for the night. The party was hosted by Willie at his dad’s ranch. The ranch had tall grass on the field, and an old house behind the wooden area. The old house was rusty, sitting side way, and the windows were broken too. Also there were some old school cars just parked in the woods getting all rusty, and old ranch tractors. I brought my football teammates with me every time I would go party, they were my body guards. My teammates were Joe, Henry, Willie and Mardo. We all played together on the varsity football team. Joe was one of the top running backs in the nation. Joe was 18 years old, muscular, tall African American and his