I get up and ease down the mountain, going slowly at first, then faster. I fall one or two times and skate to the middle of the ski run, so I do not crash into any trees. As I reach the middle of the mountain, I start to see the jumps, some big, some small. I see someone land funny, and slide down to a ledge, losing his equipment on the way. What if I have the same fate as he does?
“You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take” - Wayne Gretzky. I chose this quote because you don’t score a hat trick if you don’t take any shots. By the way if you didn’t know you have to score three goals to have a hat trick. The first goal, I was skating down the ice with my team mate we were approaching the net when he got tripped. The puck went of his stick and stopped right on the goal line next to the goalies skate.
Year 12 Term 1: Gaps and Silences: Macbeth Overcast skies forewarned of the storm to come. The ominous and looming clouds rumbled treason, wolves howled their distress and rough winds wreaked havoc on the brittle branches of the oak trees in Birnam Wood, but not even this could compare to the turmoil in the Queen’s mind. In her chambers, Lady Macbeth’s frantic, bloodshot eyes darted across the room, searching for the ghost that had haunted her for an eternity. Lady Macbeth had borne many sleepless nights after the appearance of the ghost of King Duncan, his happy and nonchalant demeanour being the root of her suffering. She would have been able to endure an angry or hateful spirit, but the honourable manner and grace in which he held himself
Most of my brothers tumbled out as the man stumbled for his Ski poles but I was stuck. I was consumed With panic, praying somehow, someway I would get out before I melt. As the man started to ski down the mountain again, I started to feel the heat. Boiling, sizzling, searing heat which I have never felt before, and don’t want to ever feel again. A weird sensation began to set in, like I was melting away.
The residences of the villagers have been shattered by the dragon’s brisk breath, while the residents shivered in fear. Its cold-blooded behavior showed no mercy for those who were innocent. The forests, the prairies, the lakes, the mountains, and the whole 7 continents of Earth has been covered in snow, like a warm blanket. This still wasn’t enough for him. The entire ocean, that almost makes up behalf of the earth, was impossible for the dragon to freeze.
Consequently, this racism draws him into a mentally unstable state, where he suffers heavy consequences. Throughout the novel, prejudicial comments directed towards Saul inflict a major impact on him and his teammates by confining their abilities, thus leading him into a troublesome mental state of mind. Through the continuation of Saul’s games on the ice rink, constant discriminative comments from the white race that dominated the game (and the crowd) impact him in a negative way, limiting his skills on the ice rink. Subsequent to Saul’s introduction to the Moose and his spot as the center, him and his team play against various others, after substantiating to be a potent hockey team. In the midst of northern
From an ice hockey player getting frustrated, especially at another player, will want to physically cause pain to the other person. As well as ice hockey, women’s soccer is an extremely aggressive sport. On top of women’s soccer I am have always been the goalkeeper for every team I play for. During games I will get frustrated at
The dictionary definition of “the snowball effect” is a process that starts from an initial state of small significance and builds upon itself, becoming larger and more serious, and also perhaps potentially dangerous or disastrous, and thought to be beneficial instead (a virtuous circle). The town of Salem soon had too large of a snowball to contain it in Arthur Miller’s play The Crucible . Arthur Miller’s play, The Crucible, tells the story of a young girl named Abigail Williams who was very selfish and cold-hearted. She kept herself in mind and only what benefited her and this was devastating for the townspeople of Salem. Abigail, Reverend Hale, and Mr. Paris are the three characters who are most to blame for the hysteria and subsequent death
Additionally when everyone’s song is combined it creates a beautiful melody. Emily Dickinson had multiple views on death. At first she was in love with the peaceful, gentle side of death, but that all changed when she lost her everything, her parents to death. The significance is that Romanticism is a diverse thing and it can be shaped a formed to the writers likings, but it will only have an effect if the reader interprets the poem in the same
This is when he first felt upset, being forced to wear it by his mother. Another main event is when Roch went to the hockey rink wearing his Maple Leafs sweater. Here, his friends started to treat him differently, preventing him from playing on his usual line and giving him a penalty when he first stepped on the
All we could think about was those extra hours of sleep that the morning would bring. We were so distracted by this that it all happened so quickly. We were mauled by an enraged mob of infected, there was no other option but for all of us to split up. Thats where I got lost. Now I 'm stuck here writing in this stupid journal!
Unfortunately, they were caught in a hazardous blizzard which killed eight people. After being subjected to the many risky features, climbers continue to ascend Everest. Many question why clients would ever want to climb with such risks, but they say the need is too strong. They ignore their logical thoughts about turning back, and are adamant about reaching the top. Clients shouldn’t continue climbing Everest if there is a risk of death.
A little less then a year ago, I made one of the worst decisions in my life. I faced a crisis that immensely changed me. I deliberately took a risk and put myself in a situation where failure was likely to be fatal. Despite knowing this, I still tried to fulfill a rebellious and crazy image I had of myself. I decided to do a flip off my roof onto my trampoline.
Time seemed to stop, and I was the only one brave enough to approach it. My fingers stretched out, and I expected to fall through: the hall, no matter how blurry, was still there. I expected to feel the heat of a fire. But rather than heat my arm was emerged in cold and disappeared into thin air. I quickly jerked my arm back and saw that it was covered in snow.
As Stephen Nachmanovitch said, “The harder we press on a violin string, the less we can feel it. The louder we play, the less we hear….If I “try” to play, I fail; if I race, I trip. The only road to strength is vulnerability.” A few years ago writing this essay would have been impossible because of my shame and deep fear I felt about being a stutterer. I am fortunate to have a truly loving family and I have been given every chance to flourish. So why was the simple act of speaking accompanied by the fear of stuttering – speaking in class, talking to a stranger, ordering food, or even uttering my own name?