The Wrestler by Sam Fazzolari
My birthday is coming up in a few days(Monday, for all those that want to acknowledge that I'm a beat-up old slob) and Sam has been doing his best to let me know that he has a few presents for me. He need look no further - he already gave me the best one.
You see, Sam is becoming real interested in me as a reader and writer. He is sharing his reading conquests with me and has recently purchased a notebook to jot down his thoughts. Well, his present to me (I have to give it back when I'm done reading it) is something he wrote for a school assignment.
I laughed my ass off.
The Wrestler by Sam Fazzolari
Bob was an eleven-year-old boy who loved wrestling. Bob would always watch wrestling on television. Bob and his brother would wrestle all the time. He played wrestling video games. His dream was to be on the school wrestling team. He told all of his friends that he would make the team.
When he went to school to sign up Bob found out that he needed to be 13 years old to wrestle. He asked his parents if he could go to a different school that would allow him to wrestle. His parents said yes and he transferred to a different school. He did not know anybody and everybody was bigger and stronger than Bob.
Bob decided he would get stronger by training every day. He went to sign up for the wrestling team but there weren't any spots left. He went home and he was upset and he told his father about not being able to sign up. Bob said he didn't want to go to school anymore, but Bob's dad said he had to go. Bob was upset and he cried, but he continued to train.
Bob's father got him a dog. Bob was so happy. He named his dog Bob Jr., and Bob and Bob Jr. worked out all day. One day the school wrestling matches were on and Bob decided to go. During the last match there was a boy who broke his leg. Bob went to the referee and told him that he could wrestle.The referee said that Bob had to weigh at least 83 pounds, but Bob only weighed 80. So the other team won by forfeit.
Bob went home and ate everything he could. Then he weighed 81 pounds. Then he ate some more. The next day, he weighed 83 pounds. Bob was so happy. He went to school and told the coach he could wrestle.
That night there was a match and Bob got his wish to finally wrestle. He won the match, but was injured.
The doctor told him he could never wrestle again.
Isn't that beautiful? That is wonderful writing right up to the twisted end. Loved it!!!! He has his old man's taste for tragedy and the downtrodden. Classic.
And how about naming his dog Bob Jr.?
Perfect!
You see, Sam is becoming real interested in me as a reader and writer. He is sharing his reading conquests with me and has recently purchased a notebook to jot down his thoughts. Well, his present to me (I have to give it back when I'm done reading it) is something he wrote for a school assignment.
I laughed my ass off.
The Wrestler by Sam Fazzolari
Bob was an eleven-year-old boy who loved wrestling. Bob would always watch wrestling on television. Bob and his brother would wrestle all the time. He played wrestling video games. His dream was to be on the school wrestling team. He told all of his friends that he would make the team.
When he went to school to sign up Bob found out that he needed to be 13 years old to wrestle. He asked his parents if he could go to a different school that would allow him to wrestle. His parents said yes and he transferred to a different school. He did not know anybody and everybody was bigger and stronger than Bob.
Bob decided he would get stronger by training every day. He went to sign up for the wrestling team but there weren't any spots left. He went home and he was upset and he told his father about not being able to sign up. Bob said he didn't want to go to school anymore, but Bob's dad said he had to go. Bob was upset and he cried, but he continued to train.
Bob's father got him a dog. Bob was so happy. He named his dog Bob Jr., and Bob and Bob Jr. worked out all day. One day the school wrestling matches were on and Bob decided to go. During the last match there was a boy who broke his leg. Bob went to the referee and told him that he could wrestle.The referee said that Bob had to weigh at least 83 pounds, but Bob only weighed 80. So the other team won by forfeit.
Bob went home and ate everything he could. Then he weighed 81 pounds. Then he ate some more. The next day, he weighed 83 pounds. Bob was so happy. He went to school and told the coach he could wrestle.
That night there was a match and Bob got his wish to finally wrestle. He won the match, but was injured.
The doctor told him he could never wrestle again.
Isn't that beautiful? That is wonderful writing right up to the twisted end. Loved it!!!! He has his old man's taste for tragedy and the downtrodden. Classic.
And how about naming his dog Bob Jr.?
Perfect!
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