Showing posts with label Enjoyment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Enjoyment. Show all posts
Monday, May 26, 2014
Monday, May 19, 2014
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Athletics day
Here I am doing the 100metre sprint. I came second to Bree. I was proud of myself but man is that running stuff tiring!:)
It was a bit of a funny day going hot and then cloudy and cold. As you can see in the photo it is cloudy and cold but still on with the show. It was athletics day and there was 6 events that we had to do. We all had to do at least 4 out of the 6. The 6 events were high jump, long jump, 100metre sprint, 200metre run, 50metre hurdles and softball throw. I was planning on doing long jump, 100metre sprint, 200metre run and 50metre hurdles missing out softball throw and high jump but in the end I ended up doing all 6 and personally I think I did pretty good at my level of sport.
Here I am failing but giving it a try at high jump.
Labels:
Athletics,
determination,
Enjoyment
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Monday, June 24, 2013
Greg Reading
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Netball
I am learning to organise my writing into paragraphs.
- Use an introduction and conclusion
- Keep to one topic.
- Plan my ideas.
There’s Mayfair school. It was a Saturday so all the sports were on. It was just mum and me since all the boys were at rugby. Since there was rugby on as well as netball mum had to park the car ages away from Mayfair so we had to walk a long way.
When we arrived there all I saw were coaches and girls all ages and sizes in netball uniforms running and throwing balls everywhere. Mayfair had two courts and both of them had a game playing on them. Whistles and shouts of encouragement could be heard all over the courts and concret. I scanned the grounds looking for my coach Amber. When we couldn’t see Amber or my team I looked at my watch and said to myself we should be warming up by now. We were versing the mayfair T+T’s and our game was at 9:45.
Eventually Amber and my team arrived and we got straight into practice. I asked Amber where Nikita and Emma were and Amber said that they were at camp so we have a new girl thats playing for the team. I learnt her name was Alex and she didn’t go to parkvale she went to te mata. She was very bright and was quickly making friends with madi, matilda and georgia. We played a game called ins and outs then did bounce passes and lobs. Amber called the team over and told us the positions we were playing. I was GD, GK, WD, WD. My favourite position is GK. I put on my bib then went to mum for a drink. Then we all went out on the court into our positions ready to go on the whistle. The bell signaled the 1st quarter to start and then there's the sound I never get sick of, the whistle! I was very excited as I darted around defending, jumping and shouting.
After our game I was all sweaty and hot. We did our 3 cheers for mayfair than one cheer for us. We shook hands then I went to my mum, took my bib off then grabbed a muesli bar and drink. I walked over to talk to my friends while mum talked with Amber. In the end the score was a draw 5-5. Mum called me over and we walked home.
II felt really good about the game and I was pleased with the score.This week my team are going to try hard to win. When I was playing I felt exited and determined as I always do playing netball.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Thursday, June 06, 2013
Crazy town
.1 Dinosaur drive 35km
.2 250
.3 92
What is the fastest way to get from Crayfish Capital to Flounder Cape?
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
My Favourite cave at camp
Ouch!! I just slid down backwards...... again, sigh. I lost my grip on the rusty creaky old ladder thanks to all the mud. Finally I reached the bottom. My dad was there to help me. Dad asked me if I’m OK but I whispered dad I’m fine. I shone my head torch on my hands to see how dirty they were. Wow they were covered in slimy mud. It looked like my hands had been buttered with chocolate icing. My hands got wiped on the wall while the other person clambered down the ladder. Then as I took one step forward I heard a squelch from under my foot. I froze on the spot. SINK SINK sink down I go. I muttered to myself “Hello mud we meet again”. I looked up above me and saw a couple wetas and heaps of spiders all shapes and sizes. A shiver ran through my spine as I saw one of the spiders move. “Hello trumpet...... trumpet.” “ Huh???” Oh yeah I forgot that we were in the cave. I lifted up my foot that was secured firmly in the mud.
All of a sudden a horrible pong started to dance around as if trying to tease me. Yuck Yuck Yuck! A disgusting question interrupted my thoughts. Could this be bat poo? I asked Georgia who was in front of me and walking through the mud maybe bat poo. GG said “I think it is poo” Well that certainly got my thoughts running. Well I’ll tell you something about bat poo. It is seriously smelly especially when you're walking through it!! All these questions about bats started going scho in my head. You know that feeling when you know that something or someone was watching you well that was the feeling I had now. Just thinking about hundreds of bats hiding above my head in the pitch black gave me the creepies. I shook the thought out of my head and started to push my way through the mud and poo.
When I got to the end of the mud pit Zacs dad Martin half whispered half shouted down at me to just stay where I am and not climb the rocks yet. At that moment I decided to help the others since I couldn’t go anywhere. Later on I started to climb up the wet rocks. I was shaking as I climbed but it was really interesting and exciting.
When I emerged out of the midnight black hole at the end of the cave I breathed in a FRESH mouthful of air. I looked at my shoes, jeepers creepers!! They stunk like a skunk had let off a stink bomb on my shoe. Miss Garland called us over to talk. When she finished I looked around at the class. Huh everyone looked really wet and cold and above all muddy. There’s the mud again in my story. What a awesome but tiring day. Now back to camp for a shower, dinner and a milo.
THE END
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Greta's Weta
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