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Diego Goentoro

Multimedia Writing and Rhetoric

Audio Essay

Dr. Erin McLaughlin


Flashback

*crowd cheering* The people in the crowd pound their chests in unison to the beat
of the chants whilst roaring and screaming on the top of their lungs. The atmosphere
is electric. The sweet smell of victory dances around our noses, champagne flirts
with our taste buds, and visions of the trophy being lifted with pride and joy in front
of the deafening crowd is becoming a dream come true. Then, of course, as
everything is going well, something had to take a turn for the worst. We got
overconfident. We got careless. We got them back in the game.

Heads up guys! We got this! Don't look at the scoreboard! Lets focus one point at a
time! Seniors, this is it, there is no tomorrow for us! Put everything on the line today,
right now, this second! Lets play strong! Lets play hard! Lets play smart! This is
our house so defend it like it is ours! Win or lose we are still brothers! Lets bring the
championship home baby! Huddle in: hard work on three!

*silence* Growing up, I felt I was different. I felt I was weird. I felt I did not belong. I
was a sucker, a chump, a scapegoat. Not only that, I was also the kid that sat alone,
played alone was always alone. The playground was a battlefield filled with endless
oppositions. It was a battle I faced every single day unarmed against maliciously
monstrous bullies. I guess it was my fault for making myself an easy target. I was
shy, reticent and everything opposite of a social butterfly. Yet, I wanted friends. I
wanted a community. Unfortunately, I did not think there was anything, anything
that could cure my lonely condition.
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Diego Goentoro

Multimedia Writing and Rhetoric

Audio Essay

Dr. Erin McLaughlin

*sounds of traffic* The hustle and bustle of the capital of Indonesia, Jakarta, was not
the easiest of places to make friends. Commuting was a momentous issue. It is
nearly impossible to go through a day without confronting a near death experience.
You may build a tolerance of facing death in the eye but you will never build a
tolerance to Indonesias traffic. Where do I begin? Traffic in Indonesia is something
special; it really is something else. Cars grazed each other and buses inches away
from one another. Roads designed for 3 lanes become 5. Memo pad swerving up
between spaces as narrow as an airplane seat. Saying the city is polluted would be
an understatement. You could smell the chemicals trickling up your nose and see the
black fog swaying and floating around the city. Cigarettes were so dirt cheap that no
matter where I went the whole city felt like one gigantic smokehouse and if this was
not bad enough, our myriad of factories excreting toxic waste are enough to turn the
average person radioactive. Great place to be out and about meeting new friends
right?

*doors closing* Without any choice, I was forced to become a recluse at home. I
would spend my time staring at the television screen for hours. Do not get me
wrong; I love television. I always feel safe, and more importantly, at peace. I would
watch the stock markets with my dad. I would watch cooking channels with my
mom. I would watch animal planet with my sister. I would watch Chinese news with
my grandma. I would watch pretty much anything that kept my mind from
loneliness! Even though I was connected with my family and spent time some time

Diego Goentoro

Multimedia Writing and Rhetoric

Audio Essay

Dr. Erin McLaughlin

with them, I felt there was a hole that needed to be filled; a hole that I thought would
never be filled.

As I continued watching television, I learnt a wide array of skills including


basketball. My adoration for basketball grew more and more as I watched ESPN. I
saw how the fans cheered and supported the players and it became a dream of mine
to experience something similar. Despite my physical attributes, I developed
confidence witnessing players like Nate Robinson a towering 5 foot 7 inches warrior
in the most prominent basketball league in the world.

When the basketball season came around I was excited to participate. Expecting
nothing but improvement I was playing out of passion and without fear. Adrenaline
gushed through my veins whilst waiting for my turn to play; the second the coach
called my name up, my heart skipped a beat and then pumped harder than ever.
Once I got the ball, my nerves went away; I felt safe and at peace just like watching
television. I saw an opportunity to score until a mammoth rushed in attempting to
block the shot. However, I watched way too much, learned too much and had gone
through way too much for another bully to get in my way. Instinctively I pulled out a
fake move I learned on television and sent the mammoth flying. Flying I tell you!
Everyone cheered, laughed and started talking. Who is this kid? He got game
People started giving me high fives. It felt so foreign, but right at home at the same
time. In the midst of the moment I saw in the corner of my eye the coach gave a little
grin. I never felt the way I felt before and probably never will. It was the turning

Diego Goentoro

Multimedia Writing and Rhetoric

Audio Essay

Dr. Erin McLaughlin

point of my life. The turning point I will forever remember. When I thought the day
could not get any better the coach told me in the end of training that he will be
seeing more of me.

Huddle in: hard work on three! 1, 2, 3 hard work! The walk coming out of the
huddle felt like an eternity, time slowed down and chemicals whizzed around my
body. Once an alien to society I am now a leader among men. Win or lose, they will
still be my brothers; I will have a community and I will never forget how far I went
but I still wanted to win so damn badly. This fairytale like journey comes to this.
This possession. This play. *AND HE SCORES**crowd goes crazy*

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