Ski school

hers I picked up my skis and put them down when we got outside. My mom did the same. As we stepped into them we were off to the lodge down the street. While we entered my mother paused at the front desk, “ Emily Samples, age 5.” “Group D,” the receptionist said looking bored. I made my way to group D and said bye to my mom. When glancing at my peers in ski school ! sat next to a boy. He had shaggy brown hair and an olive skin tone. My cousin, Mike, also had on bright blue ski uniform. Our teacher

elementary school I attended offered a winter ski and snowboard program. Every Tuesday of every week from January to March my entire school would travel to King Pine Ski Resort in Madison, NH. We would take ski lessons offered at the mountain. During those years when I was able to leave school and be brought to this mountain and ski with friends was when I started to look at skiing less as hobby and more as a passion. Skiing was not just an

Speed! That’s all I think about as I head down the slope. The wind blasts in my face as I race down. Suddenly, I swerve out of control; I freak out. My skis fall off and I’m stuck on a snowy hill looking down at a steep slope. Fortunately, my dad skis down and stopped a few a feet away from me. Panicking, I sat down and begin to worry. Yet, my dad eventually straightens me out and shows me how to get back up, we continue skiing. This was not my first time skiing. However, I was still a beginner

enough, and lastly the fear of failure. My brother Kevin offered to take me skiing at Ski Brule in Iron River. I had never gone skiing before and I was filled with anticipation, excitement, and nervousness. I felt as if someone had turned my stomach into a washing machine and thrown some rocks inside. I grabbed all of my things and packed them into Kevin's Volkswagen Jetta and we hit the road. Upon arrival at Ski Brule, a few things seemed to slap me in the face. I thought about my deathly

remember that name. Casey’s bright and bubbly personality is really hard to forget, but it did take me two years after I met her just to remember her name. The first time I met my best friend Casey was the beginning of sophomore year at El Capitan High School. Both of us had history class together with Mrs.Crooks. One day, Mrs.Crooks gave an assignment that involved each student to pair up with another student. Back then I did not know a single person in that class so I naturally panicked and scanned the

Have you ever thought about symbolism in your life? Symbolism is important in our lives because if we recognize symbols and what they represent, it can help us to become a better person by letting us know what we need in our lives and how it helps us. I spent some time thinking about symbolism and here’s what I came up with. The first five symbols I would like to address represent the activities that I like to do often. My first symbol would be a shoe because I’m in cross-country and I like to

and read the clock, it around 7:00, so I crawl out of bed and slowly get dressed. It’s not a school day, and my muscles relax as soon as I realize that. I drag myself downstairs and feel my body function return as the sleepiness withdraws. I start my day off by logging on to the computer and seeing what’s new on youtube. Then my dad comes into the room I was in and said “Hey bud, we will be going to the ski park today”. I feel a shock as I remember dad saying something about it yesterday. I have

opportunity to go downhill skiing at Pats Peak. I love to ski and have been skiing for about 10 or 11 years already.The ski club would meet a every Friday in January and the first 1 or 2 weeks in February from the end of lunch until a time decided by the driver. This program was of great value to me because I was able to develop deeper friendships with classmates and enjoy being physically active at the same time. For skiing, we would ski with a group of friends and even adults, going to either side

The sun was shining and the snow was crisp—just like the air. The wind was silent and allowed the clamor of the festivities to hang in the air undisturbed. I could hear everything. The chanting of names and times from the loudspeaker. The racers’ skis slicing into the snow. My favorite rhythmic clapping of shins on gates. Then, to my surprise, “Tylor Kistler, bib 156?” a pause, “racer may go when ready”. Oh no. If my mind wasn’t racing before, it was racing then. All my thoughts jumbled into a chaotic

On January 20th 2006 was the first time I ever went skiing.I was in a ski group called tiny tigers A ski school at sunshine village. I remember that i didn’t like being in the school part because i just wanted to go skiing.It was funny because after a few weeks my techear told me and my parents that i made it on the bunny hill well i was boncing of the walls when i found out i made it the bunny hill. On December 15th 2008 I was 6 years old I was going up the bronze chair I was getting better and