Johnny Phillips
English 101
Pre-Writing Essay
August 23, 2016
Crimson Glory
Most teens, no matter how strange it may have been, have had their first date. My first date, however, was quite maelstrom; my entire life I was told that my first date would be the most invigorating day of my life, besides getting married. My first date may have been an exciting day, but I learned that not everything goes according to plan.
10 A.M.: The morning of my first date was a very uneventful one. I awoke with a jump, throwing the deep blue sheets off my partially clothed body. Nerves took over my mind, causing me to freeze for a few seconds. Eventually shaking off the feeling, I sat at the table and devoured a bowl of Frosted Flakes with a side of ruby-red strawberries. Each thought of my date caused my stomach to twist inside of my body. I was clueless on how I should behave on my first date. My mind sent me constant reassurance that I would do great and that I just needed to be myself.
12:00 A.M.: I began to become overwhelmed with emotions: fear, anxiety, and stress. Before this moment, I hadn’t ever had such an urge to make myself look presentable. Picking out a simple outfit of khaki pants and a mint blue shirt took 45 minutes. I spent 20 minutes combing my hair into the normal quiff that I had styled every morning. Most importantly though, it took me roughly an hour to raise my confidence.
2:00 P.M.: The time for my date began approaching as rapidly as lightning. The sound of the knock on the door caused my entire body to freeze. My eyes immediately shifted towards the door. I would have never thought a simple noise could make me so nervous. Approaching the door, I took small steps, stalling as much as I could; a feeling of uneasiness soared throughout my body. Gradually, I opened the rather large, wooden door; once the it swung open, I saw my date: he stood at about 5’10, had golden colored hair, and was full of beauty. I shouted with excitement, “Jordon!” After a quick greeting, he lead me to his car. Being the gentleman that he was, Jordon opened the door for me. As the drive progressed, we made small-talk about the nice weather, boring school, and occasional pedestrian. Jordon’s tires squealed like pigs as we halted to a stop.
3:00 P.M.: Our destination was a cute, little frozen-yogurt shop. Once I walked into the shop, scents of sweets hit me almost immediately. After a quick examination of each flavor, Jordon and I picked out our favorite flavors: a tangy, raspberry sherbet for me and a sweet, vanilla bean for him. Not only did he pay for the iced treat, but he also continuously made me smile.
3:45 P.M.: Being the comedian that I am, I told a joke as we walked out of the shop. Jordon, thinking that my joke was quite humorous, playfully pushed me. This caused me to drop my yogurt cup all over my pants before it splattered onto the ground. Bright crimson colors spread across my lap, immediately staining my khakis. Cautiously, I bent over to grab the cup; I successfully reached it. As I went to stand back up, however, my button flew off my pants and hit Jordon in the arm; I was devastated.
4:00 P.M.: Almost immediately after the incident, I began to sob from embarrassment. I produced enough tears to wash my stained khaki pants three times. While I was turning into an emotional wreck, Jordon started chuckling and comforting me. He reassured me that I was doing fine; he also reassured me that just because I no longer have my button, he wouldn’t think any less of me. The rest of the night was a blur of laughter, sarcasm, and happiness.
My first date might have been one of the most exciting days of my life, but it taught me that not everything goes according to plan. Perfection, however, isn’t always a good thing. If the night were to have gone “perfect,” then it wouldn’t have been as fun; I wouldn’t change how the night ended. Imperfection may not be remarkable, but it is quite fun.
English 101
Pre-Writing Essay
August 23, 2016
Crimson Glory
Most teens, no matter how strange it may have been, have had their first date. My first date, however, was quite maelstrom; my entire life I was told that my first date would be the most invigorating day of my life, besides getting married. My first date may have been an exciting day, but I learned that not everything goes according to plan.
10 A.M.: The morning of my first date was a very uneventful one. I awoke with a jump, throwing the deep blue sheets off my partially clothed body. Nerves took over my mind, causing me to freeze for a few seconds. Eventually shaking off the feeling, I sat at the table and devoured a bowl of Frosted Flakes with a side of ruby-red strawberries. Each thought of my date caused my stomach to twist inside of my body. I was clueless on how I should behave on my first date. My mind sent me constant reassurance that I would do great and that I just needed to be myself.
12:00 A.M.: I began to become overwhelmed with emotions: fear, anxiety, and stress. Before this moment, I hadn’t ever had such an urge to make myself look presentable. Picking out a simple outfit of khaki pants and a mint blue shirt took 45 minutes. I spent 20 minutes combing my hair into the normal quiff that I had styled every morning. Most importantly though, it took me roughly an hour to raise my confidence.
2:00 P.M.: The time for my date began approaching as rapidly as lightning. The sound of the knock on the door caused my entire body to freeze. My eyes immediately shifted towards the door. I would have never thought a simple noise could make me so nervous. Approaching the door, I took small steps, stalling as much as I could; a feeling of uneasiness soared throughout my body. Gradually, I opened the rather large, wooden door; once the it swung open, I saw my date: he stood at about 5’10, had golden colored hair, and was full of beauty. I shouted with excitement, “Jordon!” After a quick greeting, he lead me to his car. Being the gentleman that he was, Jordon opened the door for me. As the drive progressed, we made small-talk about the nice weather, boring school, and occasional pedestrian. Jordon’s tires squealed like pigs as we halted to a stop.
3:00 P.M.: Our destination was a cute, little frozen-yogurt shop. Once I walked into the shop, scents of sweets hit me almost immediately. After a quick examination of each flavor, Jordon and I picked out our favorite flavors: a tangy, raspberry sherbet for me and a sweet, vanilla bean for him. Not only did he pay for the iced treat, but he also continuously made me smile.
3:45 P.M.: Being the comedian that I am, I told a joke as we walked out of the shop. Jordon, thinking that my joke was quite humorous, playfully pushed me. This caused me to drop my yogurt cup all over my pants before it splattered onto the ground. Bright crimson colors spread across my lap, immediately staining my khakis. Cautiously, I bent over to grab the cup; I successfully reached it. As I went to stand back up, however, my button flew off my pants and hit Jordon in the arm; I was devastated.
4:00 P.M.: Almost immediately after the incident, I began to sob from embarrassment. I produced enough tears to wash my stained khaki pants three times. While I was turning into an emotional wreck, Jordon started chuckling and comforting me. He reassured me that I was doing fine; he also reassured me that just because I no longer have my button, he wouldn’t think any less of me. The rest of the night was a blur of laughter, sarcasm, and happiness.
My first date might have been one of the most exciting days of my life, but it taught me that not everything goes according to plan. Perfection, however, isn’t always a good thing. If the night were to have gone “perfect,” then it wouldn’t have been as fun; I wouldn’t change how the night ended. Imperfection may not be remarkable, but it is quite fun.