Orhan Kallogjeri
Professor Judith Goleman
English 102
February 10th, 2015
The day was April 12th, 2014, a few of my friends and I signed up for a chess tournament. When we arrived we were nervous, we were the under dogs. We had never done anything like this but we knew the game really well. As the time kept passing I managed to win 5 games and one tie. I was unstoppable but my last opponent had a perfect game.
Around 12:30PM, I walked to the last table and see my opponent patiently waiting. I had the white pieces.The last game for me was quite stressful, my opening was strong, aggressive and smooth but my end game was questionable. Later in the game I notice that I'm winning. I was so close yet so far away but then my opponent messed up, he had forgotten the move “en passant”. In brief description it’s a move where the pawn can take the other pawn by passing in front of it. It’s a very strange move. As soon as I let go of the pawn my opponent immediately pushed my pawn back and said: “You can’t do this move, it’s not allowed”. I explained to him that this was a move but he didn't listen. He got out the chair and kept yelling “Ref! He's trying to cheat, please come and help”. After close inspection by the referee, he announced that I was right. My opponent was pissed because this ruined the game for him. Four moves later I won.
After the game finished I tried to shake my opponents hand but he refused. He was angry and tired of playing. Till this day he dislikes me and his reason is that I cheated. I guess some people never learn.
It was mid March of 2014. It had snowed the day before and I was just waking up to go to school. I got up and got ready like I usually do. I looked outside and saw that it was sunny and thought to myself that I wouldn't need my big heavy duty jacket. I also thought that since my dad drives me to school that I should be fine with a flimsy jacket.
Before leaving my house, my dad warned me of how cold it was. He constantly reminded me that I needed my other jacket but I refused to go get it. The reason behind it was that I was being extremely lazy. The first step outside my house I was already cold. The strong wind and cold hit me like a slap to the face. By then I was already regretting my decision. My dad and I walked to the car, he looked over and me and asked: “how are you feeling?”. I looked at him and said: “Dad, it’s not even that cold out. You were worried for nothing.” I never admitted I was cold so I could keep my pride. Thats one lesson I learned and one that I will never repeat again.