The intro to a personal statment essay that I am writing for my Senior English Class.
|Before me lay the battleground, ravaged, utterly devastate from what had been, up until now, a vile and unremitting onslaught of cleats and clashing helmets; pandemonium. The spectator’s attention had shifted to us. We stand ready, in silence. Just as the cacophonous ambiance of the spectators commences, the drum major calls us to attention, both shattering our silence and putting the ambiance of the crowd to silence. The drum major gives the order: “Mark-time – HUT!”, “Band – Forward! – MARCH!” We move forward, feet in perfect unison, a well-oiled engine, flawless beyond reason, for precision unaccompanied is mediocre, a second-hand desire of underachievement.|