My Blog Idea

Write about a time when you felt an intense emotion of some sort. This emotion could be happy, sad, confused, angry, etc. Then once you have that memory in your head, write about it. Use imagery to really bring the way you were feeling to life.

The moment that I am going to write about happened very recently and the feeling that I was feeling was very melancholy. The day that I experienced this feeling was the day of our cross country skiing sectionals. I was extremely excited for this race because I was having a very good season and I felt like I could end the season a good note. The team left school early that day so that we could get the race on time. Sectionals were being held at Nick Stoner Golf Course in the Adirondacks and it was about a two hour drive. Once we arrived at the boys racers had a while to wait while the girls raced. Throughout the warm ups I was feeling fantastic and I was really thought that I was going to have a fantastic race. So finally our race came and I raced and when I finished I felt like I had one very well. I really felt like I had finished the season on a good note. The one thing about skiing is that we didn't find out how we did for a very long time after the race. Usually an hour or two after. So after the race we packed up the team and left the Golf Course and headed to our team usually, Fritz's Pizza. The ski team has always been going there and it is a post-race tradition. Anyways it was at this pizza shop where we learned how we did and where I experienced a flood of melancholy.

When we first got to Fritz's it was very fun and I was really enjoying myself and then came the moment. It was time to know the results. The girls were announced first and throughout the whole time the anticipation was growing within me. Then slowly they started to announce the boy’s results. I did terrible. I was the slowest boy on the team and didn't place very well in the race either. The feeling of defeat and melancholy hit me like a brick. I could feel the wind being knocked out of me and for a while I was just pure stunned. "How did I do so badly" I thought to myself. For the remaining bus ride home I was experiencing very strong melancholy. I couldn't find any amusement in anything and I was really just done. It felt as if, not to be cliché, that I had a rain cloud following me everywhere I went. Slowly I started to feel better and by the time I was home I was feeling much better. But since then I have had a new found determination to try even harder and I won’t have another disappointing race like that again.