By Jay
At the Long Branch fair today, I had one main goal in mind, to win the cake-walk! I was done doing my various walking and game playing when I meandered over to the cake-walk. I guess my luck was just off, because I tried seven times and just never walked on the right number. By then I had run out of tickets, and had to refuel. One last dollar would be put to the cause which got me two more times. I lost the first and started to doubt myself, but I persevered and was victorious in the next walk. I was overjoyed and might just have hugged a column.
Life Lesson: Persevere and don’t give up!
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
8 is for 800 Meter Race
By Lauren
I scrolled down the list of names wondering what I could possibly be doing. Not my name not my name, I know her, not my name, finally! I thought to myself. The list said Lauren M. 800 meter. How long is that again? Oh yeah, Ugh half a mile. All day the dread of having to run the half mile in the first track meet of the year was a lot of pressure.
I waited and waited for them to call up my race. Then those dreaded words came out of the coaches mouths "800 meter girls race, line up!" My heart was pounding already and I hadn't even started running yet. We all lined up and got ready to start. "On your marks, get set, GO!" the man shouted, and I was off. First lap of four, you can do this, it's not that hard, I thought to myself. Second lap, only two more, third lap only one more, you can do this. I could hear the kids cheering and the coaches repeating "Good job, Keep it up, your almost done!" Last lap come on you can do this just keep going. I tried to speed up, but I was really tired and already running really fast. Everybody else had run this race before and had actually practiced it, unlike me; I hadn't ever even practiced more than a 200 meter race. As people started passing me I tried to go faster, but I couldn't feel my legs.
Finally I passed the finish line, I had gone from second to fifth, but I didn't care. I had finished the race without collapsing and in only a little more than three minutes. My legs felt all tingly and it was hard to think straight, my head was pounding so hard. But I didn't care; all I cared about was getting some water. When I could think straight again I realized that it hadn't been all that bad, just a little hard for the first time.
Life Lesson: Don't be afraid to do things that you have never done before. Also it doesn't matter how well you place as long as you tried your best, especially if you have never done it before.
I scrolled down the list of names wondering what I could possibly be doing. Not my name not my name, I know her, not my name, finally! I thought to myself. The list said Lauren M. 800 meter. How long is that again? Oh yeah, Ugh half a mile. All day the dread of having to run the half mile in the first track meet of the year was a lot of pressure.
I waited and waited for them to call up my race. Then those dreaded words came out of the coaches mouths "800 meter girls race, line up!" My heart was pounding already and I hadn't even started running yet. We all lined up and got ready to start. "On your marks, get set, GO!" the man shouted, and I was off. First lap of four, you can do this, it's not that hard, I thought to myself. Second lap, only two more, third lap only one more, you can do this. I could hear the kids cheering and the coaches repeating "Good job, Keep it up, your almost done!" Last lap come on you can do this just keep going. I tried to speed up, but I was really tired and already running really fast. Everybody else had run this race before and had actually practiced it, unlike me; I hadn't ever even practiced more than a 200 meter race. As people started passing me I tried to go faster, but I couldn't feel my legs.
Finally I passed the finish line, I had gone from second to fifth, but I didn't care. I had finished the race without collapsing and in only a little more than three minutes. My legs felt all tingly and it was hard to think straight, my head was pounding so hard. But I didn't care; all I cared about was getting some water. When I could think straight again I realized that it hadn't been all that bad, just a little hard for the first time.
Life Lesson: Don't be afraid to do things that you have never done before. Also it doesn't matter how well you place as long as you tried your best, especially if you have never done it before.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
7 is for Getting Older
By Alice
So, every sixth grader is going to seventh grade next year (MAJOR DUH!!!), and I'm really excited, because seventh grade is one step closer to eighth grade and eighth grade is almost high school, and you drive in high school, and I turn sixteen in high school (like everyone else, right?), and you drive at sixteen, really want to drive. Like right now.
Back to 7 is for... I'm also just really excited to not be the youngest at our middle school, and also the seventh graders have better team names (trivial much?), and they have really cool field trips, like the Outdoor Lab again. And I just want to really seem older and more mature compared to my sister. Not hard to do, really. And I turn thirteen next January, so, I get to volunteer at this camp that I love, and art camp at the Community Center. I have been at that camp since I was eight years old. Plus thirteen is where you are not a kid anymore. I'm sick of being called a child!!!!!! -_*
Life Lesson: Getting older isn't that bad. Especially thirteen and sixteen. And driving is cool and so is being an official non-child.
So, every sixth grader is going to seventh grade next year (MAJOR DUH!!!), and I'm really excited, because seventh grade is one step closer to eighth grade and eighth grade is almost high school, and you drive in high school, and I turn sixteen in high school (like everyone else, right?), and you drive at sixteen, really want to drive. Like right now.
Back to 7 is for... I'm also just really excited to not be the youngest at our middle school, and also the seventh graders have better team names (trivial much?), and they have really cool field trips, like the Outdoor Lab again. And I just want to really seem older and more mature compared to my sister. Not hard to do, really. And I turn thirteen next January, so, I get to volunteer at this camp that I love, and art camp at the Community Center. I have been at that camp since I was eight years old. Plus thirteen is where you are not a kid anymore. I'm sick of being called a child!!!!!! -_*
Life Lesson: Getting older isn't that bad. Especially thirteen and sixteen. And driving is cool and so is being an official non-child.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
6 is for...6 (and Counting) Year-Old-Dog.
By Silvia
On May 10th, two days after mother's day, a little beagle was born.
Who knows what will happen to this beagle. Maybe it will find a home. Maybe not. Maybe it will be nourished and get taken cared of in a shelter. Maybe not.
But all I know is that dog will be ours.
At June 2005, we have adopted the little dog and taken her home.
But the way she looked was very different from the way she acted.
It turns out that under the little bundle of soft fur was a little monster underneath.
No, not a monster. More like a hurricane mixed with a tornado.
This dog will turn our house upside down, as her stubborn attitude makes us do stuff we have never done before.
Once that dog came into our lives, we had no choice but to change our lifestyle.
She literately destroyed everything she saw.
The next minute, our living room is filled with pillow stuffing and unidentified pieces of clothing.
She is an escape master when we limit her into her cage.
Later we decided to throw it away since she broke the lock.
And yet, this puppy is no longer a puppy once she reaches a year old.
She turns into a destruction machine.
And her maximum destruction level was at high.
She was about to chew the whole house down until we have started to let her know that we are the parents. (Especially my older sister and I.)
And now she is enjoying her life now with us.
A few days ago, we celebrated her 6th birthday. (That is 42 dog years!)
And I then realized that even though she looked older, she still has that rambunctious, puppy-like energy in her.
LIFE LESSON: No matter how old something looks, it can still have the same spirit it had when it was young.
On May 10th, two days after mother's day, a little beagle was born.
Who knows what will happen to this beagle. Maybe it will find a home. Maybe not. Maybe it will be nourished and get taken cared of in a shelter. Maybe not.
But all I know is that dog will be ours.
At June 2005, we have adopted the little dog and taken her home.
But the way she looked was very different from the way she acted.
It turns out that under the little bundle of soft fur was a little monster underneath.
No, not a monster. More like a hurricane mixed with a tornado.
This dog will turn our house upside down, as her stubborn attitude makes us do stuff we have never done before.
Once that dog came into our lives, we had no choice but to change our lifestyle.
She literately destroyed everything she saw.
The next minute, our living room is filled with pillow stuffing and unidentified pieces of clothing.
She is an escape master when we limit her into her cage.
Later we decided to throw it away since she broke the lock.
And yet, this puppy is no longer a puppy once she reaches a year old.
She turns into a destruction machine.
And her maximum destruction level was at high.
She was about to chew the whole house down until we have started to let her know that we are the parents. (Especially my older sister and I.)
And now she is enjoying her life now with us.
A few days ago, we celebrated her 6th birthday. (That is 42 dog years!)
And I then realized that even though she looked older, she still has that rambunctious, puppy-like energy in her.
LIFE LESSON: No matter how old something looks, it can still have the same spirit it had when it was young.
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