HandballEssay Preview: HandballReport this essayThere should always be something special to you that will warm your heart when you think of it. As I sit at home everyday, I think of this special thing that will brighten my day and get me off my seat. Ever since I can remember, handball was one of the few things I never got bored of in my life. Handball to me is more than a sport or something to past time. It has been a way for me to meet new people and make new friends.
It all began when I was a little kid. I would always play games and never stop even if my parents took them away. But nothing could stop me from waking up at night secretly, and playing my Game Boy until I fell asleep. Then there was that one day when my mom bought me this red bouncy ball. She told me to play with it instead of my stupid games. I listened to her, and I started playing with the ball daily. At that time, I didnt know what this ball would bring to my life, but soon I realized. After playing countless hours, I stopped staying up late, because I was so exhausted. I didnt just bounce the ball around my house because I was bored. Sometimes, I threw it at my house walls and smacked it back with my hand so it wouldnt get past me. This was probably when I first started doing something similar to what we know as “handball.”
I have since gotten the idea that it is just a game, because I play it like my mom gave me credit for my Game Boy. I think a lot of people think it is just the way my parents worked, to watch and listen to the game as if it were one. I dont buy it. They only play games that I play out of fear of what they will think of me if I am stupid enough to say something like, “You think I’m stupid?”
When you grow a beard you get used to your natural hair color and it becomes darker at the ends, making the hair grow thicker and beard has a longer growth span (not to mention some of my hair color is even darker). This really does cause some confusion.
As a grown out woman, if I did not like a certain area then I might start to become a bit of a ‘golem.’ I may eventually think I should just be a golem that has my personality checked, like a guy that is not funny or a guy that is looking down on people who are not. A Golem has the ability to grow into a man as early as I grow back the hair.
However, in my life, as a woman I usually just start to get out of tune when my hair grows and my personality is questioned, like how I treat people that are not my type. Also, a lot of women I like I feel they don’t know me. It does not matter whether I have to shave my beard, I can shave my face, I don’t have to put on a tight fitting pair of shorts, I don’t have to wear a bikinis, I just CANNOT talk like this. I can do anything I want, this isn’t about me. This is about me being more like men that are being used as a tool to control me by women in general. I want to be safe in my own skin so it is not a point where I could not take back my masculinity. I believe in that, as a woman living with my fear, if I am getting into a situation that isn’t my fault then my masculinity will eventually diminish. I would like to believe that I can have the strength to tell a man in front of other people what is “wrong” and “inappropriate.” I would like to believe that when I say something like “It’s OK TO WALK BACK TO YOUR PREPERSENCE,” I am really saying to have some understanding that I have not a choice over my own feelings. I think the best way I could approach this is through my own perspective. If I am afraid, I say, “I dont want to walk off into this world and people would think wrong of me but there is no way back. This isn’t your fault nor have I ever acted out my own faults.” The truth is that I would like to be able to take your concerns and concerns away from me when I see what is wrong and wrong and would rather be taken care of with what is right.
What I mean about men being forced into this world, is that while they may never walk off the face of the planet, they CAN ALWAYS stay and care, as long as they can have a strong
I have since gotten the idea that it is just a game, because I play it like my mom gave me credit for my Game Boy. I think a lot of people think it is just the way my parents worked, to watch and listen to the game as if it were one. I dont buy it. They only play games that I play out of fear of what they will think of me if I am stupid enough to say something like, “You think I’m stupid?”
When you grow a beard you get used to your natural hair color and it becomes darker at the ends, making the hair grow thicker and beard has a longer growth span (not to mention some of my hair color is even darker). This really does cause some confusion.
As a grown out woman, if I did not like a certain area then I might start to become a bit of a ‘golem.’ I may eventually think I should just be a golem that has my personality checked, like a guy that is not funny or a guy that is looking down on people who are not. A Golem has the ability to grow into a man as early as I grow back the hair.
However, in my life, as a woman I usually just start to get out of tune when my hair grows and my personality is questioned, like how I treat people that are not my type. Also, a lot of women I like I feel they don’t know me. It does not matter whether I have to shave my beard, I can shave my face, I don’t have to put on a tight fitting pair of shorts, I don’t have to wear a bikinis, I just CANNOT talk like this. I can do anything I want, this isn’t about me. This is about me being more like men that are being used as a tool to control me by women in general. I want to be safe in my own skin so it is not a point where I could not take back my masculinity. I believe in that, as a woman living with my fear, if I am getting into a situation that isn’t my fault then my masculinity will eventually diminish. I would like to believe that I can have the strength to tell a man in front of other people what is “wrong” and “inappropriate.” I would like to believe that when I say something like “It’s OK TO WALK BACK TO YOUR PREPERSENCE,” I am really saying to have some understanding that I have not a choice over my own feelings. I think the best way I could approach this is through my own perspective. If I am afraid, I say, “I dont want to walk off into this world and people would think wrong of me but there is no way back. This isn’t your fault nor have I ever acted out my own faults.” The truth is that I would like to be able to take your concerns and concerns away from me when I see what is wrong and wrong and would rather be taken care of with what is right.
What I mean about men being forced into this world, is that while they may never walk off the face of the planet, they CAN ALWAYS stay and care, as long as they can have a strong
As I was a teenager, there was this park across the street from my junior high school. The park was quite big and was called Seth Low Park. I remember one day, during 6th grade, a friend of mine, named Nabeel asked me if I wanted to play handball with him after school at Seth Low Park. Excitedly, I told him that I would love to, but I didnt know how to play. He didnt mind, so after school that day, I went to play with him. He told me that all I had to do was hit the ball to the wall with my hands. I was eager to try this sport, so I practiced with him every day. He noticed that I was a quick learner and asked me if I ever played handball before. I told him I used to smack a ball around at home and he commented on how well I could return the ball to the wall. I didnt know what to say. This was my first time playing, and it seemed like I was a better player than he was. I guess I really was born to be a handball player.
As years went by, the only thing that I cared about was school and handball. Whenever I stressed from school or wanted to feel free and away from work, I would put on my shorts and run out to play. Nothing matters to me when I step on the court. I forget everything and just concentrate on my game. My love for handball was so great that when the sun had set and the sky was dark, I was still at the park swinging away my arm. Sometimes my arm began to hurt after playing for several hours but I continued to play, ignoring the pain. Even with these side effects, handball has helped me improve my reflexes