Knepper

Ally Knepper November 5, 2008 Due: November 18, 2008

I needed a pair of shoes and not just any pair either. They needed to be overly extravagant. They had to be bold and beautiful. Why? Because I was given the opportunity of a lifetime, having the job I had always dreamt of. I had finally earned my spot on Capitol Hill. I just had to procure a pair of shoes for the first day of work. I had the perfect outfit, with jewelry to match, and nothing could’ve made it greater than the perfect pair of shoes. I love your beginning!

With every step I took outside that morning, the shoes shimmered in the sun. The gold buckles on the front reflected the light, and the four-inch heels only added to how good they looked on me. At the time, I was working with mostly all men and I felt that I needed to make my mark in the office. And those shoes gave me the confidence boost that I had needed. good description!!

I was new to the office and I was also one of the only women working there. I felt that I had to work extra hard to earn the respect of the men. I didn’t want to have to rely on them for everything, and I wanted to show them that I could make it just as big, in congress, as they could. I’m now sure that it didn’t matter what shoes I wore, but how I acted, that made me earn their respect. Nevertheless, when I wore those shoes, I felt just as powerful as they did.

After my first time wearing the shoes to work, I noticed that I had gained status in the office. Everyone knew of me; I was the new “it” girl. All of the men, and there were plenty of them, would greet me when I walked in their direction, and the women would stare at me in envy. In response, I always gave them a warm smile, and a friendly hello. I would walk around the office like I owned the place. Never had I ever this much confidence in myself.

Every time I wore the shoes I gained more confidence and more compliments . (Good transition between paragraphs) The men at the office often asked me to go out with them after work. None of them were that attractive, but I went out with them anyway just to have some fun. In between going out on dates and work, I barely had enough time for myself. ^way to use the guys.

After a few months of working in the office, I noticed that I was earning promotions, which I clearly didn’t deserve. I was not doing anything extraordinary, and there were others who deserved what I was receiving. I didn’t think that was fair but I didn’t know what to do about it. Were the shoes giving me so much confidence that they were tricking others into believing me as much as I did? The shoes slowly started to take control of my life. I wanted to get rid of them but I just couldn’t do it. I needed the confidence they gave me!  Here, you change from past to present tense.  Some days, after a long day at the office, I like to go to the gym, and burn off some of my extra energy. I can get pretty rigid from sitting at a desk the whole day. I normally go straight from the office to the gym, without stopping at my apartment first. One day, I was changing in the ladies locker room. I wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary that day, in fact I was even using the same locker I had used the past three times. I put everything in my locker, including my special shoes, which I had put on top of the pile. I went to my Pilates class, and ran on the treadmill for about a half hour. Then, I returned to the locker room. When I opened up my locker, my shoes w…we…were gone! (nice!) Terrible thoughts ran through my head. oh no, but good unexpected twist

Where were they? Who took them? I couldn’t believe they were gone! I changed back into my work clothes (still wearing my sneakers) and ran up to the front desk, asking the employees if they had seen anyone with my shoes. They said that they hadn’t seen them, but that they would be sure to keep an eye out for them. I was in despair, I needed those shoes! They boosted my confidence, and I was “somebody” while wearing them.

I walked to my car, and drove home wondering what happened to my shoes. I was still very upset when I got back to my apartment, so I took a shower and went straight to bed. That morning when I woke up I realized I didn’t need the shoes to be noticed. I was noticed for the person I was.

That day at work was just the same as the days before. Though the shoes were like magic and had given me confidence, I hoped that whoever had taken them was now just as confident in them, as I was with those shoes. In fact, when I tell this story, I like to recall the day I walked down the street and saw a lady with shoes on just like the ones I had had. She looked confident and happy, just like I had when I wore the shoes, and how I also feel and look now without them. good moral :) 