Orientation: Year 9 camp is still fresh in my mind. Although it is already a few weeks ago I just can’t seem to forget it. There were so many events that helped me learn more about nature, and more importantly, myself. One such event was the morning of the fourth (4th) day of camp. My group needed to cross the mighty Coorong river to reach the mainland. Why was this event so important to me? Well, crossing the Coorong wasn't designed to be easy. We were paddling across the current which was constantly threatening to send us back to shore or upside down. The instructors had drilled it into us that we were not allowed to stop paddling. This morning showed me that I had strength I didn't even know I possessed. Event 1: My arms ached, the harsh Australian sun relentlessly blazing down on the year 9’s in Coorong group 4. Looking around, I saw we weren’t at the back and allowed my tired arms a break. Breathing heavily, I reached for my drink bottle and took a drink, only to realise some salt water had …show more content…
When the other group caught up, our arms were already tiring and we began to paddle even harder than before. As we kayaked further out, I could feel my arms getting heavier and what I wanted to do most was just give my arms a rest. But I knew that if I took a rest, our boat would be pushed off course and that it would cost me even more to get the boat back on course. So, I kept paddling, my arms lumps of lead, the pain running through them was like being branded with a hot iron. Along with paddling, I was also in charge of steering the boat which on that day, was slightly easier than staying on a bucking bull. As we got closer to our destination, imagining giving my arms gave me motivation to push myself even harder than before, speeding us towards the beach. At long last, we pulled up our kayaks on the beach and I finally put my paddle down, giving my arms a well-deserved
As I started to come out of the water, the worst moment struck. In late August, on the first day of the band camp required by my school’s marching band of which I was a member, I saw the object of my affection, clearly far less distressed than me. Whatever possessed me, I cannot say, but the emotional impact that day had on me still brings forth a tsunami of emotion in my gut, and hypothermia in my limbs. Writing about this event nearly brings tears to my
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congratulations! my school is going pretty well. Unfortunately, I have been busy with school and work as well, but the more I work and the more I go to school, my English is getting better and as I said before I am taking an English class. it makes my English better. end of the semester, I am going to take assignment tests in order to pass on English 120. I think it will help me
There are many reasons why I believe I am an excellent candidate for English 9 Honors. Some of these ways include, I have enjoyed reading and writing from a young age. I am a hard worker and never give up until I get the job done. I am very eager to learn, create and put forth my best work.
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I wanted to take that boat out and go tubing for the first time in my life. I was so excited that I even offered to blow up the tube by myself with nothing but my lungs, not knowing we had an air pump. Finally, after what felt like hours of begging like the annoying twelve year old I was, my dad said it was time to go. My sisters and I got our life jackets and wet shirts on, while my baby brother and step mom got on the boat, and my dad sat in the driver’s seat. My sisters and I were on the back on the tube, trying to find the best way to position our arms so we didn’t fall off. My dad turned the key to the boat and suddenly, my excitement turned to sheer panic. What happens if I fall off? What if my sisters fall off? What if there was a lake monster or a really big fish in the water? From that moment on, I was determined to stay on, so I held on to the handles for dear
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Everyone woke up, but quickly forced themselves to go back to bed because we knew we had to get our rest for the next big day. When we woke up the next morning at about 7:30 A.M., we were even more tired and sore than the previous day. Did I really want to go on? I could not feel my body and was beyond exhausted. No one could not feel their arms and upper-body, and Ashleigh was very sick. We complained that we did not want to finish the trip and we did not want to canoe anymore, but the adults said that was the only way we could get home. Therefore, we had to pack all the belongings in the canoes. We proceeded to the second half of the trip, which started off much better than the first because, finally, it stopped raining and the weather was very sunny. During the next 12.5 miles, although Amanda and I were far behind the other canoes, we sang, created our own songs, splashed each other with the paddles, swam, and spoke of the many new memories we were making now as well as the memories we have shared from the past. We saw many fish and turtles in the water, and also saw a couple snakes. We met some other people who were canoeing and spent a couple miles side-by-side with them, exchanging many stories. During all this time, I was realizing that in order to make the trip go fast and to have the most fun, I must stop complaining and focus on being positive. I had to stop overthinking the amount of canoeing we had left and had to focus on the memories, and the person I was making the memories with. We got out of the canoes every now and then to swim, and every couple miles, we would catch up to the other two canoes. We would share a snack or eat lunch before we kept going. The time had passed very quickly this day, and as soon as a we knew it, we rounded a corner to find a bridge that marks the last mile of the
Suddenly, in the middle of all that sulking and whining and complaining, I found myself in a wetsuit and oversized life jacket, glaring at the side of a roaring river, scowling at the wispy trees that seemed to be waving goodbye while they whispered about my tragic, inevitable death. I barely caught the tail-end of his speech as the guide droned on about, “--and that is how you lift someone out of the water using
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I was scared. Our coach yelled , “Shark bate!” then we jumped into the ocean. I jumped first then my two team mates jumped in after me. We had to perform a transition in an outrigger canoe race; Three people jump off the canoe and three people jump into the canoe. The goal is to maintain momentum as much as possible, we couldn’t lose anytime. Three hours forty two minutes and fifty two seconds later we crossed the finish line. Our team of nine people came in fifty second out of sixty canoes. I was excitied that everyone had survived the 20 mile open ocean canoe race and that we had finished the race: The 46th annual Whitey Harrison Classic in Dana Point, CA.
Three more times after that, I continued to fall. This is the last time, before uncle Troy would allow me to get back on the boat and give up, I was actually excited my time was up, I'll just let my other cousins try again. This time, as the boat took off, I was happy this was the last time I was going to be doing it, not thinking I felt the pull of the boat, and my butt coming out of the water. I wasn’t even going to try, I was debating on wether or not I should just fall over to get it done with. The next thing I knew, I was out of the water. I straightened my legs and I was standing! I was water skiing! I was amazing to finally be able to do it, it took my breath away. The mist of the water coming from the back of the boat made goose bumps appear all over my body. Wow, I couldn’t beIieve was doing it. I could hear the cheering coming from the back of the boat. I told him to speed up because I felt like I need more speed to remain standing. But was soon as he did, we went over the wake of another boat sending me into the air. Remembering the instruction to let go of the rope, I released my fingers from the handle of the pull rope. I fell into the water on my side. I floated there until the boat came back around for me. Everyone was cheering for me and excited that I was finally able to do it. Uncle troy asked if I wanted to go again but I decided I had enough fun for one day. I wanted to end on a good streak and happy with myself of actually being able to stand up on water
My path with swimming was littered with many triumphs and extremely dramatic failures. The summer of 2014 had been one of the most spectacular defeats for me by losing a championship by 0.01. As I set myself up for the next summer of 2015, I didn’t want to focus on anything except not making a fool of myself in front of hundreds of people.
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
Even though all of the labs were extremely fun, the main event of Camp CIMI was snorkeling. After struggling to put on our wet suits, we walked down to the beach. Due to the fact that we went to Camp CIMI in February, the water was freezing. While snorkeling, I saw many flippers lying on the ocean floor, a crab shell, and two Garibaldi. After we finished swimming through the Kelp forest, we swam back to shore. Taking off our wet suits was easier said than done, but I hit the showers as soon as I could get there. The next day, I was relieved when Kelly, our study group guide, told us that we were simply going to jump off the pier instead of snorkeling. When we finished doing cannon balls, we shuffled back to the deck to dry off. Once again, we were rewarded with the warm water of the shower. Although, I did not find snorkeling exciting, it was still a memorable experience.