The next day in P.E. the sun was shining, although the air was shockingly chilly and windy. Today, Mr. Kick decided that we didn't have to go swimming today and instead we would run a mile on the track. Yippie, I thought sarcastically, one doom in exchange for another.
Although, the weather wasn't the only reason why Mr. Kick had called off swimming. Apparently last period three boys decided to defecate in the pool, that's right, they dropped their trousers and pooped. Honestly, I had no idea what was going through those boy's heads when they did it, was the act supposed to be some sort of male bonding experience?
But when Mr. Kick delivered the news to us, most the girls in the class squealed with disgust, myself most likely the front-runner
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It's Thursday already?"
"Apparently."
"Oh yeah, definitely," I said coughing, you?"
"No, probably not."
"Oh c'mon," I said, "might as well, it could be fun."
"Maybe," she shrugged.
Just then, Lauren and Emily passed me by and giggled, looking back at me with contemptuous expressions. Okay, that was it, they were going down.
"Alright, back to running," I said, giving a Mackenzie and salute and racing off.
As I ran, I began to think about my mom and me jogging together; it was such a peaceful jog. Why did I always turn running into such a terrible experience, all I needed to do was give myself a comfortable pace. Forfeiting my gained lead, I let Emily and Lauren pass me by as I settled into a comfortable jog, see this wasn't so bad now. Throughout the rest of the time, I maintained the jog, and now I was on my last lap. Surprisingly Emily and Lauren weren't far ahead, and I believe they were on their last lap as well. With determination, I began to sprint, making my heart pump faster than I had ever felt before. All that was left the was the straightaway, with Emily two feet away and Lauren ten feet. Letting out a cry, I pushed myself harder and dashed as fast as I could, my legs felt shaking, my chest tight, my heart felt like a grenade ready to explode! Suddenly I passed Emily and continued faster, faster, faster,
She felt like something was being ripped inside of her, like a piece of paper being torn in half. She felt good. She pushed in her stomach muscles and let all of her feelings and emotion out in that scream. Then on the other half of my artwork, you can see that everything has changed from sadness to happiness, this part was based on the climax. This is what happened after the
“Sure. Thank you,” Mrs. Whitmore said. She waved good-bye and shut the door, then listened. When she heard only giggles, she relaxed her shoulders, and went into the kitchen to start on the cookies. When they were finished, she brought the plate up with two glasses of milk to Lucy-Lou’s room. The girls had stopped giggling, and Sarah was sitting across from Lucy-Lou on the other side of the room.
This skit succeeds to elicit laughs in such a way by mocking the way that most men think of periods. This skit over exaggerates the way men react, and underestimates their knowledge. This skit also can target women who have been through the situation and know what it is like. Referring to the Benign Violation Theory, it is considered a benign violation because the physiological distance from the violation, being about women and their periods, is through a T.V
“My misfortunes?” Ned asked. “I don’t know what you mean.” “Why, we heard that you’d sold the house and that your poor children . . .” “I don’t recall having sold the house,” Ned said, “and the girls are at home.” “Yes,” Mrs. Halloran sighed. “Yes . . .” Her voice filled the air with an unseasonable melancholy and Ned spoke briskly. “Thank you for the swim.”” even as his neighbor are expressing their sympathies for his dire situation with his family. He continues swimming, not realizing the realities of the situation for many months, viewing the entire time as one afternoon.
Foster in this chapter again coins a term that has religious connotation, but that is not strictly used that way. This use of biblical terms is itself a reminder of how much our world is influenced by old literature. Foster also used an interesting approach to answering readers questions by literally asking the questions in the text and responding to them. This made the text more approachable to me, because when I did have a question, it was usually answered in that format. I also appreciated that Foster used ‘he’ and ‘her’ interchangeable when referring to unspecific authors or characters; sometimes authors only use ‘he,’ and to me that sets a divide between what they think females and males can do.
“Hey guys how about we go jump on the trampoline.” Jack suggested. “Thats a great idea, lets go.” I replied.
The sky was as blue as a whale. The clouds were flowers. That is what you see underwater. Spongebob and Patrick were being their annoying selfs while Squidward is banging his head against the wall. ¨Hey Patrick, do you want to go jellyfishing,¨ Spongebob said. ¨Sure,¨ Patrick replied. ¨Squidward, do you want to come!¨ ¨No, I am trying to read,¨ Spongebob and Patrick are heading to Jellyfish fields. When they leave Squidward leaves his home and goes to the city. He is out running errands. He looks at the dark scary alley that is a short cut. It is a black hole. ¨Looks fine to me,¨ Squidward says. He walks joyfully into the dark alley. He disappears. There are a lot of jellyfish. “There must be a million of them,” Spongebob says
My breath was heavy as I was sprinting from them. I could hear them on my tail. But the only this that was racing through my mind was “I have the book.”
Finish, Finish, Go, and Go you just set the new world record. Every four years lots of people gather around a pool cheering for Olympians. It is a very noisy place. A lot of Olympians that are part of the summer Olympics are very athletic, they swim all year around. The swimming Olympic history and background is very interesting. They have done so many new things over that past couple of years. They come out with new rules every year to make things more fair and challenging. There are a lot of events and tons of records that have been broke. A lot of Olympians have set future goals to stride for. I was swimming the 200 meter fly I was at a really good time when I had 50 meter sprint left at the end all I could think about was I’m going to set the new world record. Olympic swimming is a very fun sport it is very athletic. Every year in the summer time every one always sits around a TV watching this it is very famous in America. Swimmers from all around the world come and here and compete. There is a lot of competition there I have found out a lot about the history of swimming. There are a lot of events and tons of records that have been broke. A lot of Olympians have set future goals to stride for.
My sweat soaked shirt was clinging to my throbbing sunburn, and the salty droplets scalded my tender skin. “I need this water,” I reminded myself when my head started to fill with terrifying thoughts of me passing out on this ledge. I had never been so relieved to see this glistening, blissful water. As inviting as the water looked, the heat wasn't the only thing making my head spin anymore. Not only was the drop a horrifying thought, but I could see the rocks through the surface of the water and couldn't push aside the repeating notion of my body bouncing off them when I hit the bottom. I needed to make the decision to jump, and fast. Standing at the top of the cliff, it was as if I could reach out and poke the searing sun. Sweat dripped from my forehead, down my nose, and on its way to my dry, cracked lips which I licked to find a salty droplet. My shirt, soaked with perspiration, was now on the ground as I debated my
I move closer to the ride to look over the low wall and see her. She fell between the first and third balloon and is lying in the soft moat, hurt. At that moment, the world stopped, but my mind and heart kept moving. Call the supervisor. Thump.
The sweat began to pour from my body, while my heart raced to pump blood at an accelerated rate. The chase was on. Pedaling my bike, I swerved left and right, dodging all sorts of trash that littered the desolate ground beneath my feet. The car was gaining ground fast, its ebony silhouette glaring at me like some hell-spawned demon. A cold, clammy hand seemed to envelope my body.
I dip my toes in—feels cold. My nerves rise up and spread like fire throughout my body while I watch—while I wait. Stomach hurts. All those butterflies clash and crowd. They come every time that I race—it never fails. There is so much noise—the splash of water, talking, yelling, whistling, cheering.
Going into the first race we had not expected much since Susan and I had never run this type of race. There were so many crucial things that we had to remember. It wasn't just to get out of the blocks and burn up the track; there was a baton involved, a certain amount of steps to take, and even a certain way to hold the baton.
Swimming is a physical activity that has that has a long part in human history, that has evolved a lot since the past, and is very beneficial to the health of your not only your body but also your mind.