Personal Narrative: Australian Ninja Warrior

During year 8 English we have been reading various short stories which I have enjoyed. These include “Lamb to the Slaughter” by Roald Dahl, “A Daughters Story” by Fatima Moradi and “Jewelled Mirror ‘by Izel Ozturk. We investigated the language devices used of Metaphor, Emotive language, Descriptive language, Rhetorical Questions, Simile, how to summarise a story, the purpose/messages included and points of view and cultures of the characters involved. A favourite story of mine was “Lamb to the Slaughter”.

Discuss how language is used to describe the settings in texts, and explore how the settings shape the events and influence the mood of the narrative

The water was an icy shock. It made my muscles tighten as I began my eight lap warm up. Focusing on my arm movements, I struggle to keep up with the others in my lane.

| Stories and writing that show imagination as well as being legible and reasonably grammatical

At this point, the course had a longer trail sprint and eventually made it way to the Barbed Wire crawl # 1, the first crawl wasn’t that long, but it did go up the mountain so rolling wasn’t that easy and I had to crawl! After a short sprint, it was time for the Herc Hoist, which I always look forward to because for a larger guy like me, it’s nice and easy. A very short distance ahead came Inverted Walls and just after that came Plate Drag. The course headed down at this point and continued for a longer sprint and up next was Z-Walls and just after we headed over to the Bridge, which was nice and easy. It was time for the swim.

I, as the hero of my story, have, is and will experience various stages of the hero’s journey listed by Joseph Campbell in his ‘Hero’s Journey Outline’. The experiences in the past helps me now to develop the skills necessary to face numerous challenges in my future. Me, as an IB student, in SJPII required a great deal of effort and courage. With the influence of my mentor, my parents, I crossed the threshold which separated my ordinary world from this special world. This transition, for me, was very hard as I am moving out from my safe world into a dissimilar, unknown world, which is a more challenging version of the reality. Furthermore, in this special world, my former presumptions and opinions were being questioned and torn apart. As I continued my education through Gr.

I stood and waited for the decision to be made. The anticipation was gnawing into my brain, feeding my adrenaline levels. As soon as he said ‘Go like a whip’ I was off, screaming at people to move out of the way. I pushed and shoved past the wounded men, my heart only briefly feeling sadness for those people before I pressed it aside and sprinted on. My dark hair stuck to my sweaty face as I ran. I then met the place with no hope of crossing. This path was quicker but a heck of a lot more dangerous. My first attempt to cross failed and I ended up on my back, my breath heavy in my lungs. I stood, my blue eyes darting across the barrier ahead of me, then sprinted as fast as I could, barely making it alive. I collapsed again at the other side, panting and

I have been jumping around on things ever since I was a little kid, but now I have finally found a place to practice my abilities and to make tem greater than before. The place I go to train is called Gymja Warrior, which is a spin on the show Ninja Warrior. While the name may be a spin-off, the exercises and equipment are the same. The facility houses many

For my Written Task One, I am doing English: Language and Literature. I chose to take the poem Annabelle Lee by Edgar Allen Poe and turn it into a short story. Poe’s structure of his poems flows like a story, but he chose to use the conventions of a poem instead of a story. I will use Poe’s ideas from his poem Annabelle Lee and create my own story, using a more modern language. Poe’s intended audience were educated adults in America. Even though his intended audiences were adults in America, his writing usually had European, romanticism, and gothic touches because many authors at that time had education based in Europe. My intended audience will be fans of Edgar Allen Poe’s poems. Poe’s purpose had been to share his stories and

The second try Cromwell missed and jumped right next to the ring instead through it. The third try was the best one because Cromwell actually jumped through it and landed it. On to the next training obstacle. The fence jumping was up next Cromwell had jumping down and jumping through rings perfected the second obstacle was jumping over fences Cromwell immediately caught on to it. Cromwell stood back all the way to the edge of the backyard and ran as fast as it could and leaped just a couple feet away from it and over it then landed it. The third obstacle running as fast as you can through a tunnel.

However, as we came back down, the queasy feeling returned. I was clammy and dizzy when I managed to stutter to my sister, “I...I think I am going to throw up!” My loud, outgoing, funny sister proceeded to laugh in my face; when I threw up seconds later she continued to laugh. There I was, throwing up from 200 ft in the air. I could feel the rough, strong, scratchy texture of the rope as I clenched onto it and hurled over my shoulder. Then I puked again. And again. And again one last time. I know the exact amount of times I threw up because the crew member, who had my phone, joyfully recorded me the whole

If you haven't met my sister then you're missing all the fun we have at our house my sister Janet is nice and chill she likes to play Moana songs and also sings along with them she loves to sing how far I'll go that’s her favorite song from Moana she loves to play Mortal Kombat’ but when she was a child she likes to play with the Hannah Montana doll’s she even had the toy house the house was so cool they had lights that would light up, and they were in different colors like red, green, yellow it was like a smoothie stand. It had little cups and chairs also i think when you clicked on the doll i think she would sing “it’s the best of both worlds” it was a cool toy house, but then we lost it but I still remember the things from the house when

At a light jog we soon approached the first stick of what I was being judged on. Five sticks we crossed and each stick we went over

The next part of the training turned out to be the toughest. We were required to dive ten feet to the bottom of the pool and retrieve a ten pound weight. Once the weight was brought to the surface we were supposed to tread water for two minutes while keeping the weight above the water line. This appeared to be simple so I dived in, expecting an easy time. I had no trouble getting the weight to the surface and proceeded to tread water with a feeling of undoubtable success. But once again my anti-floating physical quality began to take effect. At one minute and thirty seconds I began to sink and within the next fifteen seconds my head was submerged and I was fighting for air. The water from the pool began flowing into my mouth with each desperate grasp for air; it felt as if an ocean were draining into my body. I remember hearing from under the water the instructor's muffled voice counting down the last ten seconds of the exercise. When it was all over I slowly made my way back to the pool's edge where I was informed by the two young girls that they had no difficulty

After hours of practice, I managed to sail as the adrenaline surged through my body. The wind whipped my face, and I continued trying to move faster. Before I could process what happened, I was back in the water trying to grab the board. It seemed impossible to be able to windsurf without falling every thirty seconds--proof of my inability to windsurf. Falling was inevitable, but accepting that I fell seemed much more difficult than I expected.