Just Another Day
“I have to go back!”
“Why, it’s just about dinner time!”
“You won’t understand okay, you just won’t. I’ll be back soon, I promise!”
Be back as soon as you can, I heard my mom say as I sprinted out of the house as fast as I could. Forgetting that it was the middle of the winter, and it was close to 20 degrees outside; I completely forgot to put on any kind of winter attire. I’m sure if my mom saw what I was wearing, which was a pair of shorts and a t-shirt she wouldn’t be very happy, but she simply wouldn’t understand. I sloshed my way through the 6 inches of snow to my car which unbelievably had frosted over within the few minutes I was inside. Considering that it was nearly impossible to see ten feet in front of me, I drove reasonably slowly regardless of my extreme urge to get back. After several minutes of slow, sluggish driving I arrived, back to my second home, the baseball field. As I pulled into the parking lot, I soon realized that I was about to spend more time trying to part than it actually took me to get here, due to the giant piles of snow located in the most in inconvenient places. Finally, after finding a place to park, I made my way over to the batting cage. After only being there for several minutes I was already colder than I had ever been before, so it made me question how on earth has he been standing out here since the end of school with only a shirt and shorts on.
“Declerck, what on earth are you doing?”
“You wouldn’t understand” he replied
“No, please explain.”
“All I want is another Sectional Championship”
Sensing that he wasn’t exactly in the “talking” mood I turned right around and headed back to my car, because honestly, I had no desire to be there. As I got close to my car I heard a hushed mumble coming from Declerck.
“You should want it too”
“You don’t understand my friend, you don’t understand”
Now, that cold, wintery day slipped my mind to say the least, and to be honest I forgot just about everything he said, or lack of what he said. What I’m getting at is that that conversation did not reoccur to me until our second night game of the year. It was just like any other baseball game, calm but intense, exciting but unenthused but nerveless we walked out of there with a victory. The postgame was just like any other as well, until I got home. It wasn’t a big problem, but I did realize that I left my equipment in the dugout. The likelihood that someone had picked it up from my team was good, but I figured I showed head on back there to make sure. Returning an hour or so after everyone had left; I figured that I would just grab my equipment and leave. As I entered the dugout I heard the all the sounds of a batting practice. I turned around and in complete awe; Declerck was standing just beyond left field, taking what appeared to be a rigorous batting practice. Realizing that it was late, I contemplated going over to him, or should I just go home. I decided to just go home because I didn’t really think he would be in the mood to talk. He tends to get into the “zone” during baseball and in a way blocks pretty much everything out but baseball. The following day at school, as we were sitting together at lunch, I brought it up.
“What on earth were you doing out there last night?”
“You wouldn’t understand.” He said
Being extremely curious, I in a way forced him to answer the question.
“All I want is another Sectional Championship.”
I should have known that’s all I was going to get out of him, but deep down, I really wanted to know what made him do the things he did. Knowing him for so long, I was aware that that wasn’t an appropriate question to ask him, so I carried on.
Although I had little to no recollection of our first conversation that cold, and wintery day, the second and most recent conversation stuck with me. Being a senior last year, he has since moved onto college leaving our team without our captain and our leader. Despite being without our captain, his qualities have stuck with us. At the time of his simple remark “All I want is another Sectional Championship” I did not really understand why he could not give me a more detailed response. But after time to think about it, I realized that he gave the best and most influential response anyone could ever give.
My character sketch is about Tyler Declerck and how he worked extremely hard to accomplish the goal that he had in mind. I think that this is one of my better papers as I give really good examples of how he was a hard working individual. For example, I talked about how after one of our night games he remained at the field for several hours to work on his skills. This is a strong example that shows what a hard working individual he is. As for things that I think I need to work on, I'm not sure that my thesis is clear. I feel like I really know what I'm trying to talk about, yet there's a chance that some readers may not understand what I'm trying to say about him. Next, do you think that it is a good idea to open the story with some dialogue?
Other than that I feel like my paper is pretty good.