December 10

Ace Game

 

I was just sitting there with my head slouched on my hand. Waiting for it to finish but even then it’s not over. My brother had beaten yet another team in soccer. The car trip was the worst. Everyone congratulating him, it just wouldn’t stop, while I was just sitting there hunched in the corner.

 

On my way out of the car my brother, Baxter, slammed the door in my face, beaming at me through the window. I was trailing my family to the front door, running upstairs whilst they were at the table praising my brother. I slammed my bedroom door shut, and loafed on my bed with my face in a pillow. I slipped downstairs and peeked around the corner, seeing my mum and dad negotiating.

“Don’t you think Gregory doesn’t like soccer, he has been acting hostile when coming from Baxter and his games?”

“Not at all, I think he loves it, in my opinion” my dad assumed ripping the last bit of meat of his BBQ ribs.

“Well he hasn’t been passionate in his games. His coach…” I charged in rudely interrupting my mother in mid-sentence.

“May I please go to Zachary’s house?” I tried to say in a polite voice.

“Of course” / “NO!” My mum and dad said at the same time. I stood there awkwardly raising an eyebrow, waiting for a response. My mum quickly filled the gap, saying “Sure, I’ll drive you there, come on, and get your gear” before dad could say anything.

 

At Zachary’s house he greeted and invited me in. We went into the backyard, he kicked a soccer ball to me and I kicked it in the other direction signifying that I didn’t want to play soccer.

“Hey, do you want to play ten-…, oh never mind, let’s just go and play on the computer”

I put a face with a not so happy expression and just said “Fine.”

I stayed there for a long time, hours passing by only being half-amused, with the endless pointless fail compilations and online games. When I finally got home the smell of pizza filled the room and my frown turned into a smile.

 

 

 

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At the dinner table I was listening to my dad and brother complimenting each other.

“You know that goal that you got won the team the game, and I think you should get more credit for it.” My dad explained

“Nah I think I’ve got enough, maybe I should give my team a go at being good at the sport” My Brother said chuckling and not soon after my dad joined as well.

I was biting my tongue and I’d had enough!

“I hate soccer; I’m not good at it! I never will be good at it, and I never wanted to do it! This is what the dinner table is like; soccer, soccer and soccer. It’s always about soccer and my brother” I shouted

“I’ve had enough. No soccer for me anymore! I either quit or try a new sport because I’m not dealing with it for any longer.”

After that I calmed down, I just had to let it out.

My dad spat back “What do you mean no soccer, your brother plays it you should too… and anyway, what other sport!?” He hissed “soccer’s the only one that’s worthwhile”

After thatmy anger had rose again.

My mum replied in a sweet voice “Sweetheart, we understand you don’t like it, but what sport do you suppose?”

“Well, all my friends play tennis at school; I suppose that’d be a start.”

My dad interrupted with his mouth full, “If anything you should imitate your brother,” he spat with flecks of half-eaten meat splattering over the table

“Well, could I get a tennis racket and give it a shot?” I replied ignoring his response.

“Of course honey, I’ll book lessons and everything of the sort.” My mum said in a soft voice placing her hand on mine. As she did so I felt the anger from my dad coming my way.

 

 

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When I rocked up at school with my flimsy second hand racket, I was already regretting choosing tennis as a sport. For the whole of recess and lunch I hit the ball against the wall whilst my friends played matches upon matches of tennis. I knew my brother had some news to tell at lunch. After school I didn’t even go home, I just stayed there hitting the ball against a wall watching as everyone evaporated from the school ground. When I was in the middle of the excitement of hitting a ball against the wall a car pulled up around the school ground and my mum leaped out of the car her face pale and when she saw me she sighed in relief. When I was in the car my mum on repeating lessons on responsibility when I was just thinking; `I was saved by this woman from the horrors of willingly hitting a BALL against a WALL`.

 

At the dinner table I could hardly pick up my fork due to my hand covered in blisters and couldn’t walk because of the cramp in my leg. Dumping me on my bed was the best feeling I’d had all day. The second best was being able to dress myself in my baggy pyjamas and tucking myself in for the night.

 

When I got out of my bed my legs were asleep and I nearly face planted onto the ground. Downstairs on the table, there was a brand new tennis racket and some tennis balls.

“I bought it for you, I hope you like it, and I saw that you got very involved in tennis yesterday” my mum explained. She had even entered me into competition! I was in two minds… Sure encouragement is great… But with my mums amazing argument skills and a whole lot of embarrassment, now I would get to get destroyed in competition!

 

At recess I continued hitting the ball against the wall, although at lunch one of my friends invited me over. At first I doubted myself, but surprisingly, I won my first game! After school I had my tennis lesson. I was standing in the line waiting for my shot, the teacher was yelling at the others saying do this, do that although they didn’t know how to do it. Then it was my turn, I tried my best and I hit the ball and he suddenly my teacher looked shocked and he just hit me another I hit it again and he had the same so expression from the last, he started saying that was the best hit all night and I awkwardly went to the back of the line. While I was learning something called the `slice` I ended up making the ball spin left, right, down and up. Honestly, when it came to the games at the end it wasn’t only effect but enjoyable watching them trying to hit the ball.

 

 

Every afternoon I kept on hitting the ball against the wall, watching it go up and down over and over again, bouncing. In the morning of the competition my mum came to wake me up. She had busted through the door pulling up the blinds and blinding me. I was putting my clothes on and with the abominable mess on my floor I was tripping over it all. I thought `what a great way, to start the day`.

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When I got to the tennis court my infuriating brother had struck again, he had switched my old tennis racket with my new one. So unfortunately, I now had a terrible racket to play with.

When I played some practise matches with some random people it was BAD, REAL BAD. When I went to hit ball, I couldn’t, the racket was too small, and if I luckily hit it would be flying to South Dakota if it wasn’t for the nets. My mum had realised that I didn’t have a suitable racket and we were about to start our game although she came and said in a curious voice; “I see that you don’t have your racket here at the moment”

I replied “Yeah, I had opened my case and my old racket was in there and I literally cannot hit the ball at all”

“Well I shall go get it for you although next time you should have more responsibility” my mum had said

“But it was Baxter!” I quickly said but she didn’t want to listen to it and she had already left to get my racket. I was playing the worst that I have ever played since I’d started and I did not like it, not one bit. The feeling of losing to someone half your size by 3-0 was horrid. But out of the blue the saviour had come (not my mum, the racket) with the most beautiful strings and amazing length I was ready to win. I started to win every point from then on hardly ever losing one I could feel the anger from him coming, but he couldn’t do anything about it and he knew that he had already lost. I won 6-3 and when I got to where my mum and dad where sitting my brother was sitting there, with them and he didn’t look to happy it may have been because I have won or that he had to come. My mum held out her and I sat on her lap and the expression on my dad’s face told me he would be starting to watch another sport on the television.

 

The games were a whiz after that from winning 6-4 to winning 6-1 and 6-0. During one of the matches I had met someone with a terrible temper. I won against him 6-2 even though he had cheated half the time. At the end of the match he was swearing and smashing his racket against the ground till it broke and I actually thought that that was going to happen with my head next. I was wide-eyed and terrified of him but his mum had to take him home because he no longer had a racket and I gave a little chuckle to a humongous laugh. The hosts of the competition summoned all participants to the lobby on the loudspeaker. They had tallied up the scores and were ready to read out the finalists. My heart was thumping and I held my breath. I found out that I was playing someone twice the size of me and I was in doubt that I was going to win.

 

When we spun the racket my stomach was lurching with the lunch I had earlier, and I knew it wasn’t because I was hungry; it was because of the sheer stress. I knew one thing, it was the finals and that meant everyone would watch and produce more and more pressure. Being on the tennis court knowing I had one chance to play my cards right was terrifying because one false move meant a loss. I was up 2-0 and I was surprised, and I thought this was an easy task but that thought crept up on me and the match took a dark turn to the scores of 4-4. I was panting, gasping for air, the sun burning on my arms. I couldn’t stop peering over to my family. Half of their thoughts were disappointment, half was amazement. I played my absolute best but he kept helping me back up and knocking me back down. Until the final point, I smashed the ball into oblivion, winning me the match. I gratefully shook my opponents hand and went to my family barely breathing, finally, finally being happy for what I did best. But I wasn’t happy until my brother came up to me and satisfactorily shook my hand and said “Good game little brother” obviously trying to hide his emotions on my accomplishment.

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December 2

Goal Reflection on the P.S.S and M.T

I think I had a score of #3 in this lesson because I understand how to use the Mathematicians tool box and the problem solving steps. At first we tried to find a pattern although we found out without even noticing that we used making list or table. During this lesson we didn’t use all of the problem solving steps although we used a fair few of them. In the end we found out the pattern but we didn’t finish the task.

November 27

BTN Albert Einstein

http://www.abc.net.au/btn/story/s4355244.htm

Albert Einstein was a big part of the world b=due to him becoming one of the greatest scientists of all time and this BTN was about his general theory of relativity.

Albert was born in Germany 1879, and was pretty good in school although at the age of 15 he dropped out of school and tried to get into university, unfortunately he failed. He moved over to Switzerland and got into university there and studied to be a teacher although there were no jobs available so he worked in a patent office and saw many inventions of other people. In 1905 he published many important papers that included his formula E=mc2. On the 25th of November 1915 he published his final papers on the general theory of relativity which is about the relationship between space and time. This helped scientists discover a lot about how gravity works, that black holes exist, time travel may be possible, and how the universe was formed. After all of his hard work and effort in 1921 he got a Nobel Prize for physics.

Although Isaac Newton discovered gravity without Albert Einstein we may not know as much as we know now due to the fact of Einstein coming up with the general theory of relativity. Although it may be a bit weird or impossible that a relationship of space and time would figure this all out somehow it did and if we can use this theory to our full advantage then we may be able to possibly time travel.

If there was a possibility of time travel how would it work and when would the general theory of relativity come into play?

November 22

BTN Paris Attacks

http://www.abc.net.au/btn/story/s4353153.htm

On Friday at France 129 people were killed and over 100 injured by bombings conducted by Islamic State/Isis/I.S. There were 3 teams of attackers each bombing a theatre where a rock concert was held, an international football match and at bars and restaurants. The French police are tracking down the terrorists and suspects whilst French planes bomb Islamic state target in Syria. To commemorate the dead people monuments around the world were lit up in red, white and blue which are the colours of the French flag.

Islamic state has bombed many places like Lebanon, Islamic state is a terrorism group that bombs a lot of places and since it bombed France so it may be likely that it bombs another big country. I don’t know if I’m correct but I think that Islamic state may have bombed France because of them getting bombed by other countries such as France, I don’t know if this is the reason of the war in Syria and why everyone is evacuating.

Why is Islamic state bombing these countries such as Lebanon and France?

November 16

100 Word Challenge Week #48

My life at school’s a hard one I’m treated like trash and everyone laughs at me.  One bully targets me all of the time and I am his main priority. He takes everything from me and bully’s me the most. He demands me to fight other kids just so I get hurt, one day he wanted to fight me and said to his friends that he got this and said “how could something so tiny defeat me”. The bully tried so much and kept on missing and falling to the ground and lost to me. His friends walk past saying “how could something so tiny defeat me”.

November 10

100 Word Challenge Week #47

Every year a palace would do something called the festival of lights and that is where a bunch of lanterns with red tissue paper would be let up into the sky when this happens the colour red is illuminated everywhere as a festival for the new year. The lanterns go up into the sky until finally the light gets blown out and it falls to the floor it. Occasionally the will be found and at rare occasions the lanterns may end up in another town or city. Thousands of these lanterns are let loose for the public eye to see every year.

November 6

School Captain Application

Dear Classmates,

My name is Anton Ohrt and my family has been a part of the Moonee Ponds Primary School community for the past 11 years. My sister, my brother and I have been here from prep to year 7 and 6. We have been doing many things in the school curriculum and also things outside which have helped me a lot like chess club. Having played chess since prep I consider myself having a positive influence to younger players by being a good role model. I have also presented the school with team chess players by attending the competitions with a good outcome. I have also been a part of the MVIMP program since year 3.

My stay at the school has been a good one, and throughout the years I have found myself very organised. I have been doing things like MVIMP and I have stuck with it all the way to band, and I am now performing to everyone. I have also had the opportunity to go to band camp where you get to meet heaps of new people. I have helped organising origami club teaching peoples how to make amazing things out of paper! It was a success because we had over 25 entries, and we are going for round 2, and will be teaching entirely new things. I have been asking questions about things I don’t understand to teachers, parents and students which has helped me a lot by actually understanding what I am doing and learning and I consider that an organisational thing.

I can work well with many people of different ages this is clear in the way I have communicated in origami club for 5/6’s and the buddy system for the preps. I am also always double checking with teachers and want to be on top of everything fast. I can give suggestions to teachers for fundraiser ideas to promote the school for better equipment. I can work with parents and adults alike providing ideas at meetings.

I am always ready to take on new things for the school. I am a good listener and would definitely not mind having that extra homework. Some examples of me trying new things have been me running for S.R.C, making a club, joining the MVIMP program and most importantly right now running for school captain. These skills will help me be more organised in high school and help me handle the crazy amount of homework. This could also help me get a good organised resume for my future.

Kind regards,

Anton Ohrt

October 27

BTN Blind Tennis

http://www.abc.net.au/btn/story/s4336231.htm

In SA kids are playing tennis blind and are hoping you are going to follow the trend.

In SA kids that are blind made a modified version of tennis so they could play sports just like the ordinary. The balls are bigger and softer and have a rattle inside of them so people could sense where it is through hearing. There is wire under tape on the court so that they can navigate where they are on the court and the ball can bounce twice if you are partially blind and 3 times if you are fully bind.

If you were to play the sport I think that the real challenge would be that you would have to judge how high the ball is or you would miss it. I think this sport is a good idea and people would join in but maybe people that are colour blind may have a bit of a setback due to the case that it isn’t as bad and could easily win.

If this were to continue would this be announced an actual proper sport?

October 26

100 Word Challenge Week #46

While I was in class at school my friend said that he and his other friend were going to see a horror movie at midnight tonight. I really wanted to go but I knew that my mum wouldn’t allow me. So I decided to sneak out and arrive back home a 2:30 and arrive back at my bed. So when the night came I started to depart at 11:30 to the cinema but when I came down the stairs my mum’s baby was in a cradle asleep. I was sneaking past and knocked over a vase the baby woke up and she just wouldn’t stop crying.