Personal Narrative: The Last Football Potato Bowl Game
On October 2nd, 2015, Wasilla High School and Palmer High School have a football Potato Bowl game. This is the last football game of the year and its the rivalry game. Anyways that day I was with a couple of my friends and streaking got brought into conversation. And one of them suggested I did it at the potato bowl, and I agreed. So I called a couple of people and asked if they wanted to do it. One Palmer boy and one Colony boy said that they would do it with me, so I went to the store and bought red, blue, and green and white paint. The plan was to paint all of our bodies our school colors, with a white W, P and C on the all of our chests. As the night got later and time got closer to doing it, both of the boys chickened out. Everyone after that started saying I wasn't gonna do it, and doubting me. Im the type of person who doesn't like getting told to do, and when kids are telling me Im not gonna do something, I have to. Im a daredevil. So you can probably guess what I did that night. At half-time of the
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As I was on my way to the court house I couldn't help but think of the dumb decision I made. I knew the credit I got from my friends wouldn't be worth the consequences but only realized this after the fact. I was only in the court house for about an hour but it felt like four. I was consumed with the feeling of stupidity. I wanted nothing more then to make up my community service hours and forget about the decision I made. I wasn't too disappointed when I was served 15 hours of community service. I understood at this point that what I had done wasn't okay and I deserved community service. I chose to make my time up at the boys and girls club. I did this because I know the time I spent there would be appreciated by the staff and children. After making my time up I still had a feeling of guilt because I know I can never take back what I did, but I had a sense of relief and felt like a better person at the end of the
As I was on my way to the court house I couldn't help but think of the dumb decision I made. I knew the credit I got from my friends wouldn't be worth the consequences but only realized this after the fact. I was only in the court house for about an hour but it felt like four. I was consumed with the feeling of stupidity. I wanted nothing more then to make up my community service hours and forget about the decision I made. I wasn't too disappointed when I was served 15 hours of community service. I understood at this point that what I had done wasn't okay and I deserved community service. I chose to make my time up at the boys and girls club. I did this because I know the time I spent there would be appreciated by the staff and children. After making my time up I still had a feeling of guilt because I know I can never take back what I did, but I had a sense of relief and felt like a better person at the end of the