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Autobiography - Jack Gorman

Table of Contents

1. Expository Paragraph

2. Descriptive Paragraph

3. Persuasive Paragraph

4. Narrative #1

5. Narrative #2

Narrative #1

Expository Paragraph

Hockey has been a part of my life for a long time. It's been nearly nine years now, as a matter of fact, since I started. To me, playing hockey is more than just a competition. And while I am a competitive person, and a little competition is nice for me every once and a while, I play hockey for one main reason, and that is to have fun. Whenever my feet hit the ice, I am able to sit back and relax, so to speak. I can step back from my bustling, busy, event-packed life, and focus more on shooting the puck. When I play hockey, all my worries, stress, and anger just seem to disappear. The local hockey rink is my safe haven- the place where I can go to let it all out. Almost every other night, I go out to the rink and practice with friends, family, or my hockey team. It is a win-win-win situation; I get to relieve my stress, interact with friends, and improve my skill level and physical fitness level as well.

My first goal was a touching moment in my life. It was my very first year playing hockey. My team was one of the worst teams in my division, and we almost never scored goals. It was the very last game of a long season. I certainly was not the strongest player on the team, if you understand what I mean. I hadn't scored a goal all year. It was about half-way through the game, and I took the puck up to the net. With all my might, I swung my stick at the puck, and it flew forward, as fast as a high speed wheel chair. The puck barely slipped past the goalie. The buzzer sounded, and my team celebrated. I simply stood there, unable to process what had happened. I looked up at my dad in the stands, and he was cheering! Then, in an unfortunate turn of events, I proceeded, in all my glory, to fall on my butt.

Persuasive Paragraph

Body contact, in my opinion, should be banned entirely from all hockey leagues played in by children under the age of 18. Before the body is fully grown generally before the age of 18, a hit in the right spot can end your hockey career, or even your life. Eliminating body checking is to greatly decrease the risk of injury while playing hockey. Too many people are being injured; checking from behind, elbowing, checking to the head... And these things are happening every game! I played in the checking league for 2 years, and switched to the non-checking after that, because I was checked from behind. My head slammed into the boards, and I was diagnosed with a concussion. I have never played checking hockey since. Concussions in hockey are a more serious issue than you think; nearly every team has at least 2 or 3 players who have had concussions. So, you get the idea. Ban body contact, if you want your brain intact.

Descriptive Paragraph

Narrative #2

A place that is really helpful to you, all the time, is your room. While there are clothes, shoeboxes, books- you name it- everywhere, it is still the place where you feel more comfortable than anywhere else. The moment you walk into the room, a cool breeze comes in from the window opposite to the door. The breeze carries the overpowering, rank smell of burning rubber through the window. The room is naturally cold, as it sits right above the garage. The hardwood floor is chilled because of this, and with each step, the cold inches its way up your legs. The walls are painted a dark blue color, accompanied by a stark white. All around the walls, there are posters. Posters about hockey players, bands you like, newspaper clippings, comics- you get the idea. There is a bulletin board to the right of the door, completely filled up with medals, ribbons, and other awards you've acheived. There are two minimilistic blue dressers, one tall, and one wide. A bookshelf rests to the left of the room, filled with all my books you've read, or am waiting to read. At the far left corner lies your desk. The satisfactory feeling of running your hands over the cool, smooth black surface helps you get focused before you do homework. Finally, you're in your room, comfortable, and cozy.

After much improvement on my skill level, I scored my first hat-trick in my 3rd year of hockey. I, evidently, had improved a lot since my first goal. Throughout the game, I was on fire. I felt a special energy once I hit the ice, and I kept receiving the puck at the right place and the right time. I scored one, two, and three goals, and my first hat trick had been scored. To top it all off, I even tipped in a fourth goal afterwards. I received the hardest worker hat- a workers helmet, with some torn stickers on it. While it wasn't very aesthetically pleasing, the wearer bared all the glory, fame, and reward of the team.

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