Chess is a game of intuition, knowledge, sportsmanship, and cunning. Although surprisingly I did not invent chess, it is a game in which I find myself dominating. However, there is one student here whose chess story is even more inspiring than mine: Jordan Brewster, 15, who against all odds continues to play.
We were all astonished when Jordan proved he could do math, but Jordan’s love of chess has revealed an even deeper, more enlightened young man, and that is moving to all of us. While Jordan never wins, he never fails to demonstrate his love for the game when, every Sunday, he shows up to support my playing. Through watching my mastery of the game, Jordan’s whole attitude has changed, and, because of this, I have discovered the true meaning of hope; a lesson I will never forget.
Chess, the game of intelligence and patience, is played almost daily here at FMA. Ralph Russ and I are the champion players, although sometimes we feel sorry for the other students and allow them to win. I am grateful for Ralph, though, because he sometimes provides a challenge. He has an unusual style, is very unpredictable, and often throws me off guard by making moves that make absolutely no sense. As we test our skills against each another, we both have the opportunity to improve.
Many times others gather around us and observe, in the hope that they too will gain the skill we possess, but our techniques are so complicated, that the logic of our moves is something only we can see.
Chess helps relieve the stress of homework and lack of sleep, and it helps me to bond with the other students and learn more about them.
So, chess anyone?