Skiing was not my forte or my favorite thing to do. I was furious at the way I tumbled down the slope. I was hurt by falling and tumbling through the freezing cold snow and ice. I just wanted to go home, anywhere but here. My confidence had hit rock bottom. My face red and frozen from crying. I was thinking there was some other way down but there wasn’t.
It was a day in early March about five years ago. We went to Sugar mountain to practice skiing for our upcoming trip. We were staying for the long weekend. I had just started skiing and had gone to 2 ski lessons already. I was so excited to get to go on a real mountain just like my parents did every weekend as kids since they grew up in Wisconsin and Illinois. I thought about how I would be great at it and would be going on all these black diamonds. But, then I reality came through and I knew it would take practice. I was fascinated by the people sliding down the hill like it was as easy as walking to them. When could I go up the mountain.
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I started going on green hills to practice.
The second day after a campfire and good night sleep I started to get more comfortable. I had gone on one blue but I still wasn’t ready for a harder one.“I’m still not ready”, I said. “That's okay you will get there.” My mom had said. Every day we got up early to get out early. I had fallen over 200 times. I was frustrated by the freezing cold snow and the snow blowers making it unable to see through my goggles. At least the snow was slushy from the sun. I felt ready to
go. The last day we went up to the top of the mountain to ride a blue course all the way down. The lift must of taken at least 45 minutes. The air blowing on you when you are already frozen. The trees swaying in the air and the smell of hot cocoa as we passed a rest stop on the hill. I was so anxious to get to the bottom and sit it a warm room. When we got to the top we realized we had gone up the wrong lift to find the only way down was black diamonds. I was furious I had made my mind that I was not going to have fun. “You knew didn’t you?” My mom promised she didn”t know. We started the way down. I fell twice in the first minute. My face was read and I couldn’t see anything. I must of made it down after an hour. When we got down there were Sam and dad waiting to go to lunch. I didn’t want to sit with them. I just wanted to go home so I went to the hotel. I had to wait till they were done. I was left with 3 hours of boredom in a hotel room. When they got back I was ready to go again. But of course it was time to go home. I felt deafted by a mountain. I let it get the best of me. Left with a 2 hour car ride I realized when I get to back I will use the time I have wisley. I might take a break but when you are left with a expensive trip you should use it. I took my time for granted. Now I was less experienced than everyone so on the trip I would be a drag. When you are faced with something you don’t like use it to your advantage to learn and try to make a good time out of it.
At 6pm on a Saturday evening, Sally and her parents were on their way to go skiing for their 20th time. The whole family was extremely excited and looking forward to this, especially since the place was somewhere they’d never been to before. As they were in the car, Sally was daydreaming about what the place would look like, and wondered if her worst fear would be there: ski lifts. Everything about this scared her. The car is out in the open, has no roof, and the ride could malfunction at any time. Since this unanswered question was on her mind now, she decided to ask her parents to see if they knew. “I’m just wondering, do either of you know if there are going to be ski lifts at the place?” Both of her parents paused in confusion but didn’t
...I jumped on the boulder and there I stood one jump away from gaining back my popularity. Looking at the cold ice had already given me shiver. I counted to three and jumped, I had broken the ice feet first. Beneath the ice was dark and extremely cold. I wasn’t able to see anything; I was frightened that I wouldn’t find my way back. It was an unusual feeling, like time had stopped and everything was moving slow. I ran out of breath and eventually found my way back. The whole school assumed that I had died from coldness and wouldn’t come back up. After warming up, it was the new kids turn to jump. Everyone waited but he couldn’t jump he choked. I was glad and proud of myself for overcoming my anxiety. The quote by Amit Ray really inspired me and will never be forgotten: “If you want to conquer the anxiety of life, live in the moment, live in the breath.”
As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...
The coat of armor I adorned, made of down feathers and a nylon shell, yielded no protection against the daggers of that cold winter air. As I peered out toward the horizon, I saw nothing but tree tops, and some snow capped mountain tops in the distance. With my feet bound to freshly waxed skis, the only thing stronger than my ski poles was my determination to get down the mountain.
stood upon, was frightening. The only was to go was down. I took a deep
I glided downhill on my blue and white skis as the cold mountain air filled my lungs. I repeated the drill, and my success sparked some self-confidence. However, my dad fell on his butt and proceeded to blame his equipment for the incident. Despite his failure, my dad progressed with the rest of the group to a longer, steeper slope. In order to ascend this long slope, we hopped on a black conveyor belt which took us to the top.
A blast of adrenaline charges throughout my body as I experience the initial drop. My body's weight shifts mechanically, cutting the snow in a practiced rhythm. The trail curves abruptly and I advance toward a shaded region of the mountain. Suddenly, my legs chatter violently, scraping against the concealed ice patches that pepper the trail. After overcompensating from a nearly disastrous slip, balance fails and my knees buckle helplessly. In a storm of powder snow and ski equipment, body parts collide with nature. My left hand plows forcefully into ice, cracking painfully at the wrist. For an eternity of 30 seconds, my body somersaults downward, moguls of ice toy with my head and further agonize my broken wrist. Ultimately veering into underbrush and pine trees, my cheeks burn, my broken wrist surging with pain. Standing up confused, I attempt climbing the mountain but lose another 20 feet to the force of gravity.
So we got ready to go outside in the below freezing weather. The snow fell down like sprinkles on the frozen ground. We grabbed our sleds and headed to the small hill behind my house, but when
I was dropped off at the top, I would meet me dad at the parking lot at the bottom. As I started skiing, I decided to go far left, where there was few tracks. I was instantly met by deep snow and a very steep chute. I dropped into the chute, but
I felt the gentle rocking of the chairlift against my back, clearing out any cramps that had formed in my last run. The cold snow fell onto my face, stealing that feeling of the warmth from my body, and snapping me back to reality, back to my ski trip. This was the second time I’ve gone skiing this year. I always look forward to winter, because these trips give me a reason to look forward to winter, and they provide a fun way for my family to bond. “So when are you going to start talking to me,” Mom said.
The first hill of the day was down a green. The easiest one there. I was pretty nervous, because I always forget how to ski every time we go and I had so much pressure on me not to get hurt. My brother already was starting to go down it, so I went down following, not being able to ask him how to stop… I pizza sliced it down awhile, then needed to stop because a big rocky cliff was coming at
I have always been known to be the clumsy one in my family, with seven broken bones, but I did not expect that one day I could possibly affect someone else with my clumsy abilities, until now. My family was able to go on a beautiful vacation in Key West, during shark week. We all thought that it would be a great idea to go on a jet skiing tour around the island one day. The first half of the tour my sister drove us and it was a nice and smooth ride. Then, it was my turn to control the Jet Ski, which was our very first mistake. Anyone that knows me knows that I am not a great driver, but I do like to go fast. So if you do the math, a bad driver who loves going fast and is very accident prone in the middle of the ocean, you can tell this equation
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My equipment was heavy in my arms by the time I reached the chairlift but the scenic views of the early morning mountain were incredible. Furthermore boarding the lift I clutched my ski poles in one hand and reached behind me for the chair. At seven o’clock the ski lift had only just opened and I was the only person on my chair. Snow was pounding down the mountain and combined with the fog, was lowering the visibility.
It was the day of the robotics competition. There was a mistake in the code for our robot, and it needed to be fixed. My hands were moving like lightning on the keyboard. My eyes were scanning code like it was the only thing left in the world. The place around me was nebulous due to my concentration. This needed to be fixed before the next round. Perspiration was forming on my brow. I looked at the clock. Dang! There was less than a minute left. The time was ticking. My programming prowess allowed me to speed up. The code was done! I uploaded the code to our robot and off we went. Robotics is just one of the many activities that impact my life. In my life, there are many significant activities that have impacted me. There are