Writing Sample

This is my specificity writing. I wrote about a hockey player before his first professional hockey game. He is nervous, and the team captain helps him calm down.

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            I was more nervous than I had ever been. I wanted to make sure everything was perfect, so I left the gym early to prepare my equipment. I could faintly hear the music in the background, electronic music we like to work out to. We always blared the bass and I could almost feel it rattling the walls. The sweat dripped off the tips of my hair and onto the gray material of my skates. The skate sharpener roared as I welded my blade. My palms were sweaty; it was hard to get a grip on my skate. Sparks flew off the sharpener as I prepared my skates to cut into the surface of NHL ice for the first time. That night, I had my first game as a San Francisco Seal.

            I finished sharpening my skates. I ran my fingernail across the long silver blade. The metal was still hot, like a pan out of the oven, and it was sharp enough to create small white shavings from my nail. It was perfect. I rubbed the shavings off and I set my skates on the table. I was about to start cutting my sticks when there was a knock on the door.

            A voice called out my name. “Brandon?” I turned around to see that the voice belonged to James Lee, the captain of our team. His hair glistened with sweat as he held a bottle of red Gatorade in his hand. “I brought this for you.” He tossed me the bottle.

            I caught it and twisted off the bright orange lid and took a sip. The sweet, artificial cherry flavor filled my mouth as I swallowed. “Thanks,” I told him as I set the bottle down next to my skates and went back to cut my sticks.

            He walked over and sat down next to me. He smelled like hard work, and by hard work, I mean sweat. “You’re normally much more talkative in practice. You nervous for tonight?” he asked as he picked up one of my sticks.

            “Yeah, I mean, weren’t you nervous before your first game?” I picked up one of my sticks and felt the slick coating over the wood. I ran my finger over the curved blade, where it was slightly rough.

            “Yeah, of course I was nervous,” he answered as he stood up, setting my stick back on the table. “But I started a tradition. Or, more of a superstition, I guess you would call it.” He walked over to the small kitchen in the room. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out two jars. “I always make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich before a game.”

            I let out a laugh as I began cutting my sticks. The saw made a crisp sound as it sliced through the wood. I picked up the roll of tape to start taping my stick.

            James dropped two piece of bread in the toaster. It clicked as he pushed the lever down. “You have to find something that becomes routine, you know? It takes my mind off the nerves,” he mentioned as he walked around the room. The bread popped out of the toaster like popcorn and he went back to make the sandwich. The knife scrapped the peanut butter jar and made a noise like fingers on a chalkboard. He smeared the brown paste onto the bread and then piled the red jelly on top.

            While he did that, I began taping my stick. I wrapped the white tape around the butt of the stick, making a knob. The tape was frayed and stringy, small threads came off the edges. I twisted the tape to make a thin rope and I wound it around the shaft. I then taped it back up, covering the rope, and had a nice handle on my stick.

            I was so focused on making my tape perfect that I didn’t notice James standing in front of me. I jumped back as I noticed him. He held out a white Styrofoam plate with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on it. The bread was browned from being toasted, like the edges of a lightly roasted marshmallow.

            “Here, maybe you can start your own tradition,” he said with a smile as I took the plate from him. “You’re gonna do great tonight.” He slapped my back as he left the room and went back to the gym.

            I picked up the sandwich and the crispy bread made a crunching sound as I took a bite. The sweet jelly tasted like fresh-picked strawberries. The creamy peanut butter went perfectly with the toasted bread and the jelly. I ate the whole sandwich within a matter of minutes. It was delicious.

            I appreciated James doing that for me. Everyone was being so friendly and welcoming to me here, and it made me feel like I belong. Everyone was confident in me and knew I would do well. I felt at home.

            I went back to taping my stick and began taping the blade. I heard footsteps outside the room again, and I looked up to see James standing in the doorway, holding something that looked like a yellow clump of fabric.

            “Thought you might want to see this,” he said as he threw whatever he was holding at me with a grin.

            I caught it and held it up in front of me. A patch with our team logo, a brown seal, was on the front. I turned it around, and in maroon letters was my last name, Dupuis. The number ‘18’ was below it, my lucky number. I couldn’t help but smile. I took my eyes off the jersey and thanked James, but when I looked up, he already went back to the gym.

I held the jersey and felt the golden material between my fingers. I ran my fingers over each letter of my name, feeling the threads that held them to the yellow fabric beneath them. It was hard to believe that this was mine; it had my name on it. This yellow jersey represented everything I had ever dreamed of. I couldn’t wait to wear it with pride as I represented my team, the San Francisco Seals.

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I think this writing shows specificity well because I described all five senses. I helped the reader visualize the scene, and make them feel like they are there. The reader is able to experience the scene, not just read it. I didn't just tell the reader what was happening, I showed them. My writing is a good example of specificity because I think I descibed things well enough that the reader could experience what was happening.

Character

This clip is from the show Parks and Recreation. This show is about people who work in the Parks and Recreation department for a town in Indiana. In this scene, Leslie tells Tom that she will take him out to lunch.
*this clip includes 1 bad word

I think this shows Tom's charcter very well. You can see how he looks and you also get a taste of his personality. You can see how he's kind of goofy and funny. You can see how Leslie is confused by what he's saying, and you can hear his voice and how he talks. Obviously, his language is informal as he uses lots of 'slang,' if that's what you would call it. I like this scene because it shows Tom's character really well. I think he's very funny and this shows specifically how he's funny.

Specificity

This is a scene from the show Arrested Development. Throughout the show, there's an ongoing joke of the family always making chicken noises and dancing, but this is when the family all does it together. This is one of the most memorable scenes from the show because none of the "chicken noises" actually sound like a chicken. Additionally, none of the dances actually look like a chicken. It's funny because Michael finally points it out, and no one had said anything about it until then. Also, Gob comes in at the end and missed everyone dancing. This pretty much sums up Gob as a character, and it's really funny when it's just him and Tobias. The chicken dances are one of my favorite parts of the show, and this is the one I remember most because it's the funniest.

Ill-Advised Writing

I had always hated April Fool’s Day. My brothers, Eric and Kevin, would always play the meanest tricks on me, but I wanted to get back at them. All I needed was my mom’s help.

                My brothers were at school, and I was at home since I was only in kindergarten and had school in the morning. My mom and I had just arrived home from Kroger with a package of Oreos and a tube of mint toothpaste.

                “This is gonna be awesome!” I said to my mom. I was so excited to finally pull a prank on my brothers. I had never done it before! We took our supplies into the bathroom because we didn’t want to make a mess. My mom started taking apart the Oreos and take the filling out. We were going to replace it with toothpaste.

                I asked my mom if I could eat the extra filling and she told me no, but I snatched some when she wasn’t looking. The filling tasted sweet like frosting and I wished I could’ve eaten all of it.

                Once she had enough plain cookies, she started putting the minty toothpaste on them. “Can I do it?” I asked her. She nodded her head and handed me the silver butter knife and the tube of toothpaste. I gently squeezed the tube as the runny toothpaste spilled out onto the Oreo. I spread it around and the toothpaste went everywhere. It was the messiest-looking Oreo ever, but I was proud of my work. I handed it to my mom.

                “Good job!” She set it down on the plate of finished cookies, but I think she threw it away later.

                We finished up making the Oreos, packed with a minty surprise, and there were ten Oreos on the plate. My brothers were going to be so excited. We never bought treats like this. That’s what was going to be so great about this! They would be so excited to eat them that they wouldn’t even notice the runny toothpaste.

                We waited in the kitchen for my brothers to come home. We probably only waited for five minutes, but it felt like five hours. I was so anxious and excited to see the looks on their faces when they ate the cookies.

                Finally, my brothers walked through the front door. “We’re home!” they yelled as they threw their backpacks in the corner. I tried my best to hide the grin on my face and stifle my giggles. My mom was a much better actor than I was.

                “I got you guys a treat!” she said as they came into the kitchen. She held out the plate of Oreos and my brothers’ faces lit up. They each grabbed an Oreo and shoved it into their mouths. They were so excited to be eating the sweet cookies that they didn’t realize that the filling looked a little different or that the cookies weren’t put together neatly.

                I burst out in laughter before it even happened. At first, they looked happy and normal, just like any kid would be while eating junk food. It took a moment for the looks of pure disgust to develop on their faces. Kevin ran to the sink and Eric ran to the trash can as they spit out every bit on Oreo that was in their mouth. I could hear them trying to get out every last piece of the Oreo out of their mouths. It was disgusting, but it was hilarious.

                My mom couldn’t contain her laughter and neither could I. My brothers didn’t think it was funny at all. They were mad, their faces almost red with anger, but my mom and I just kept laughing.

                “April… fools!” I choked out through my laughs. It was the funniest thing I had ever done. I had pranked my brothers! I was a little kindergartener, and I had pranked my brothers! I was so proud of myself.

                After my mom and I settled down, we brought out the package of normal Oreos. Obviously, my brothers were a little skeptical at first, but we all sat down and ate them.

                To this day, I still remind them of this prank, the funniest prank I have ever pulled. But now, instead of just my mom and I laughing, we all look back at it and laugh. 

I think that I described the situation well in my writing. The story was clear and the plot was easy to follow. I think I wrote the story so that you could easily understand what was happening.