American Flag Descriptive Writing

As I stroll into the old, musty building in the small, hospitable city of Greensburg, Pennsylvania, the pungent stench of sweat and day long suffocated feet smothers me. The cracks in the pale yellow walls of the hallway cause chippings of paint to gather on the cold, tile floors. Daddy long legs creep along every crack and crevice in sight, and cobwebs occupy the corners of the walls. I toss my bag into the vivid, Hulk colored bathroom, then sign my name in the rusty, tattered binder. Walking down the stairs covered in a thin woolen cloth, my mind erases the negative thoughts present in my brain throughout the day as I enter the dojang. The American Flag and the Korean Flag are fastened on the wall in the front of the room above the mirrors.

The other students approach me with “Hello Miss Ashley,” and we bow to each other showing a sign of respect. All of the students in the dojang wear doboks. The doboks are a fresh snow color and the point of the v-neck top includes a patch of the American Flag. Each student wears a different colored belt which corresponds to their appropriate rank. Located on the black belt’s belts are their names scripted in gold or silver lettering. Before class begins, students in the dojang bounce up and down criss-crossing their feet and jump to the sky pulling their knees to their chests. Some are capable of contorting their bodies into awkward positions such as

The class begins with middle punches. This entails bringing the left foot out into a sitting stance where our legs reflect a person riding a horse. The hip is rotated backwards then propelled forwards as the fist on the belt twists towards our imaginary opponent in front of us. Then Master Copper pairs each student with a partner of equal height to practice kicks. When my partner extends his sidekick, the crusty dirt on the sole of his foot brushes past my eyes, and the speed of the kick creates a breeze of stale air. In the middle of class, we incorporate the punching bags into our workout. The low belts use the tall, thin sun colored bag, and the high belts utilize the thick, blood colored bag. However, the black belts utilize “Bob the Bully”, the tan, lifelike bag with dense padding and broad shoulders. After six hours of school and at least four hours of homework, punching and kicking the toned face and rippling abs of Bob brings a substantial amount of satisfaction. As my knuckles make contact with Bob’s rigid jaw, I grit my teeth and each blow connects with more power than the last. Beads of sweat roll down my face as Bob’s head shifts from side to side following each blast of force. The instep of my foot creates indents in the sides of Bob as my half turning kicks