In this blog I’ll be discussing the first time I went roller skating! For my English Composition I class, we had to read Hills Like White Elephants (Ernest Hemingway) and connect ourselves to an emotion in the story. In the story, I really connected with the woman when feeling frustrated. My dad would often tell me when younger about how he would go skating when he was my age with friends. Even now he still brings up stories every once in a while about how great of a skater he used to be(and still is). Hearing him talk about it so often inspired me to want to become a good skater one day too. I’m pretty good now, despite this I still have a lot of work to do until I get to the point of where I want to be. I wasn’t always this good of a skater though, the first time I went skating things were really rough. I had asked my dad to go, and after a bit of research online I found us a skating rink we could go to. It was a chilly winter day, and after pulling on my orange sweater we were out the door. I was filled with nothing but excitement and I couldn’t wait to get to the rink. It took us about 30 minutes to get there, and I ran inside the building. I was met with a wild set up of colors, lots of purples and yellows splattered along the wall and an odd smell of sweat that filled the air. The carpet had a print that was confetti all over. Despite the tackiness of the display, I was too excited to let something as minor as that stop me. After paying we made our way to the side to get our skates. It didn’t take me long to put them on and my dad was pulling his on as well, he was going to be the one teaching me after all. Let’s just say, I definitely underestimated how different I thought skating would be. It was much harder than I thought it would be.. and I wasn’t even on the actual floor yet! By the way I was wobbling, you would’ve thought I was trying to imitate a baby deer. My dad took me onto the floor by my hand and I asked to go to the wall to hold onto it but he shook his head. I remember him telling me, “how are you gonna learn if you hold onto the wall the whole time?” At the time, I was kind of upset but now that I look back on it I’m glad he told me that. If he didn’t give me that word of advice, I’m almost certain that I wouldn’t have had the self motivation to push myself into learning. “Alright, alright.” I mumbled to my dad, and almost instantly after pushing myself off of the wall I slipped and fell right onto my back. I remember a little girl coming up and asking me if I was okay, so I guess I must’ve fell pretty hard. The few hours that we spent at the rink, I had fallen at least more than twenty times. My dad kept attempting to encourage me, telling me specifically to get back up and keep on going. The darkness of the rink followed by the bright flashy lights was exactly how I felt. The darkness represents my feelings of frustration and disappointment because no matter how many times I got back up I found myself falling again. The lights however, represented my passion for wanting to push myself to become comfortable with skating. Despite how dark it got in there, the light was never fully consumed by the darkness. It was time for us to leave, and I let out a big sigh on the way out to the car. “Did you have fun?” My dad asked. “Yeah, I did. I just don’t think I did so good.” “These things take time, you aren’t going to always get everything on your first try. You did really good for your first time here, these things take time after all.” Me and my dad found ourselves in the car, buckling up and ready to drive off. “Hey dad?” I spoke to my father. “Hey Des?” My dad responded. “Can we go skating again next weekend?”
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AYLIN
9/23/2019 07:38:13 pm
That appears to have been a great experience. Surely you are very good at that, after all you had the best instructor that is your father. Keep going
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Mason
9/24/2019 05:52:54 am
Great blog post! I really enjoyed the descriptive imagery of the rink itself and the process of you trying to learn to skate.
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Hannah
9/29/2019 05:23:41 pm
Nice story Destiny. I really liked how you compared your environment, specifically the lighting, to your emotions. It put the event into perspective. I also like how your story sends a great message. Just because something is hard doesn't mean you should give up.
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Sabatino
10/2/2019 08:07:56 am
Thank you for sharing this post. I see description, action with dialogue, and themes of overcoming fear and family bonding. How might this language be reshaped to show the reader the symbolic meaning (clear integration in this piece, by the way):
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