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Unformatted text preview: Table of Contents The Next Level……………………………………………………………………………………2 Corporate McDomination…...…………………………………………………………………….5 Beautiful Brown Sunsets..………………………………………………………………………11 Addendum to Beautiful Brown Sunsets………………………………………………………....17 Wait…Since When Did I Enjoy Writing?…………………………………………..…………18 Everything Has a Beginning…………………………………………………………………….20 Bibliography……………………………………………………………………………………..22 The Next Level I stand in the doors of the Leavey Center, towel and suit over shoulder, staring out at our small but home-like pool. I reminisce about my high school “glory days.” Walking through the hallways, I probably developed a cocky strut; I was the big man on campus. Everyone knew I was the All-American water polo player and swimmer, they knew I was on the President’s list, they knew who I was. And I knew they knew. But even with all that under my belt, I feel dwarfed by the enormities of college ball. I knew the change would be big, but finally experiencing it was something I didn’t understand until it happened. I come from a place where I walked through the hallways and people acknowledged me with, “Yo Nick! Great game last night!” from a peer or a more civilized, “Excellent performance the other night,” from a teacher, but now standing a few feet from my college pool, I am unknown. “You ready, Poggetti?” blurts a voice over my shoulder as a big senior on the team named Mike pats me on the back and runs onto the deck. The question came with such confidence and excitement, I couldn’t help but stumble on a few words at an attempted response, but he had already run down into the locker room. I fall back into reality as I gaze through the little passage that connects the gym and pool. I remember I was there to do my job, there to entertain, and do what I have such a passion for: play water polo. Our challengers, a team from New York, had traveled all the way out here to play a few games, and I knew they were ready to play. I am unknown so far. I am a freshman, the lowest on the totem pole. I have a legend to create. I have a dream to fulfill. A dream that I’ve had since I first touched a water polo ball, it is one that I am amazed has arrived. This passion I have for a simple game that few have understanding for drives me. I have a name to make for myself. I slowly walk onto the pool deck. I see a very typical, yet enthralling few teammates setting up for the game, the other team grouped up stretching, and my coach reading his game- plan on a small and wrinkled piece of binder paper. The excitement is instilled in me, as the pool deck fills with tons of onlookers, half probably intoxicated, the other half parents and alumni. deck fills with tons of onlookers, half probably intoxicated, the other half parents and alumni....
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This note was uploaded on 02/13/2012 for the course ENGL 1 taught by Professor Nanda,aparajita during the Fall '07 term at Santa Clara.

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