Cabot Year Six

Dear Diary

I thought I should write to explain in details exactly what happened today: a day I will never forget.

It all started when old, grumpy, Mr Jones marched us up to the vast school field like soldiers. The weather was wet and dreary. Eventually, my heart started thumping; Mr Jones told us to run around the track five times. Sweat cascaded behind my spine; goose bumps were up and down my arms. What if I fall? Could I finish the race? My clothes were sodden, asthma took hold and then I realised I forgotten my inhaler. Next, my legs were shaking and my teeth were chattering.

Already, the sport pistol had been fired. Fear took hold and I started running, the spectators voices became vague. Soon, my legs were as heavy as bricks and it felt like I was running through thick mud, every  step was an effort. It was raining and I could hardly breathe , sports day was always my worst day.

Suddenly, I felt  a surge of energy through my body; I felt as if I was propelled by an unseen force. In a flash the race was over, then I bursted through the finish line . And the next thing I remember was that I was pulled like a rag doll. Everybody was cheering and patting me on the back. “ You  were the best  in the race!” They shouted. I’d done it I’d completed the race! Maybe sports day wasn’t bad after all and I can’t wait for next year’s race , because I’m going to be the best.

By Amira

Dear diary,

Today was the most horrible day of my life: especially for my best friend Maya. It was sports day. I dreaded that day. I wish that sports day didn’t exist. It was always at the end of July.

To begin with, Mr Jones marched us down to the school’s pride and joy- the new school field. You didn’t see but that field was ginormous. I looked at Maya. I could see by the expression on her face that she was a nervous wreck. It was a wet, dreary day; my clothes were sodden and I had goose bumps up and down my arms. In front of me stood Maya. Her teeth were chattering and her legs were shaking out of control. I absolutely hated seeing my best friend like this.

Suddenly, Mr Jones shot me and Maya a deadly glare. “This is the track around which you will be running!” Barked Mr Jones, saliva shooting out of his mouth like bullets. “You’ll run 5 laps around the track, sprinting on the last lap for the finish.” Just when he finished his sentence, I heard panting. I turned to Maya. She looked as if she was going to faint. “Don’t worry. Don’t let that horrible ogre scare you!” I whispered, trying to calm her down. “We shouldn’t be out here. It’s too cold and wet,” complained Maya, shivering like crazy. At that very moment, I felt a tingling sensation on my back. I turned around. Mr Jones was watching us like a hawk. He tutted under his breath. Still staring at us, he whipped out the starting pistol from his pocket. For a moment, I thought that he was going to shoot us! He was treating us like soldiers and he was the General.

Bang! The silence was pierced by the loud sound of the starting pistol. Through the dreary rain, i could just make out the finish line. My heart skipped a beat. The finish line seemed as if it was miles away. I suddenly felt pain in my chest. Then I realised that I was holding my breath. Luckily, Maya was alright and she was way ahead of me. Rain and sweat cascaded down my back.

Finally, I was on the last lap. I sprinted like my life depended on this race. In the end, I came ninth place but I didn’t mind. Maya collapsed at the end of the race; she was tired. She was dragged to her feet by me and some of her other friends.

The rest of the day we did:

• Javelin,
• Discuss,
• Long jump,
• Hammer throw,
• Tug of war,
• Egg and spoon race.

See you tomorrow!.

Dear Diary,

It was sports day. I lived in fear of that day in late July. It was the day that I hated the most. Even though it was July, the day was miserable and dreary. Whatever the weather, Mr. Jones would take us down to the vast school field.

It all started, when we were marched down to the schools pride and joy: the vast, empty field. The wind whispered through the grass. An eerie silence hung over the field. The rain lashed down on the open area. My clothes were all sodden. “This is the track around which you will be running!” barked Mr. Jones.

“Get in line!” he ordered, whilst holding the starting pistol, as if he was an army general. My chest tightened as we walked to our starting positions. My heart was thumping and my mind was racing as we walked to our starting positions. Sweat cascaded down my spine. Then, all of a sudden, the silence was pierced by the starting pistol. I jumped into life and with a rasping breath; I pushed away from the starting line. I could feel the sweat mingling with the rain water.

I tried as hard as I could and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. What if I fell over during the race? What if I had an asthma attack? As if propelled by some unseen force, I somehow ran and completed the race. I had done it!

I was dragged to my feet by my friends. For the first time I had completed the race. Everyone had patted me on the back one by one. I could see an upset impression on Mr. Jones’s face.

I am looking forwards to writing to you again.

Dear diary,

Today was Sports Day. Today was a scary day. Today I’ll tell you what happened.

Sports Day. Something we’ll never avoid. It was a horrible, wet dreary day, but whatever the weather Mr. Jones would march us down to our pride and joy-the new school field. I stood aside watching as classes got ready on the starting line.

“This is the track you’ll be running around five times. “Said Mr. Jones glaring at me with that smug face i could feel my anger rise. Miserably, I had no choice, I had to obey him. I had slowly moved, hoping Mr. Jones wouldn’t notice me, but it went the opposite way. Mr Jones starred at me holding the pistol up. It gave me the creeps just thinking about it.

Eventually I dragged myself to the racing track-I had no choice and slowly got into the ready position I gulped. I heard Mr. Jones counting down as Goosebumps run up and down my arms and legs. Then I started running for my life. I wanted to do this. I wanted to wipe that smug face from Mr. Jones. I wanted to prove my asthma wrong. I started running. I felt like all my air was being squeezed out my like a balloon. My heart was thumbing as fast as I blink. I thought of all the negative things that could happen. What if I fell? What if I passed out? What if people laughed at me? But it was the total opposite…I actually did well!

For the first time forever, I crossed the finished line successfully. I felt honoured and relieved at the same time but my breath was taken away in both ways. All those people cheering for me, I felt proud. I turned my head to Mr. Jones as he was still in shock. After everything I had won.

Speak to you soon,

Rachel

Dear Diary,
Sports day. I lived in fear of that day in late July. The day was dreary ,cold and it was a terrible day.
My teacher [Mr Jones] marched us down to the vast, sodden field “THIS IS THE TRACK THAT YOU WILL BE RUNING FIVE TIMES,” barked Mr Jones, as spit came out of his mouth.
Afterwards, Mr Jones pulled out the starting pistol as he was aiming in the air he give me a nasty glare. Already I could feel my chest tightening and the familiar rasp in my breathing as the asthma took hold.
I was gazing at the finish line. I tried to imagine what it would be like running that far. Supposing i could collapsed before i reached half way? What if what if I fell? I felt like my breath was squeezed out of me.
BANG! I jumped back into life. With a rasping breath I pushed way from the starting line. As I struggled around the track, my breathing became shorter my heart was racing sweat cascaded down my spine.
In a blur of arms and legs, I busted past the fishing line I screamed out loud “I DONE IT I DONE IT,I GOT 1ST PLACE”

Dear Diary
Today was sports day, the day I hate most and Mr Jones loved. It was the first of July when Mr Jones marched us down to the field like he was our General.
Despite the Month July it was still raining. I felt the rain the rain mingling with my sweat and it was windy and cold. I felt the goosebumbs running up and down my arm. In front of me I saw the vast, wet and damp field.
Suddenly Mr Jones barked, “Get up and run you maggot!” Mr Jones took the pistol out of his pockets and glared at me. Pulling the trigger, the silence was pierced. I leapt into action! As soon as i started running my asthma took hold.
Soon I was halfway through the race; I nearly collapsed. I kept myself up and I focused on my arms and legs moving as hard as they could. With a feeling of immense I was on my last lap. My eyes started to blur as my class mates were at the finish line waiting for me to finish. Reaching the finish line, the crowd cheered and my class mates patted me on the back. I had completed the race. I had done it! Lamar Longhead had done it.
It looks like sports day wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. Next time maybe I will look forward to it.

DEAR DIARY

This was an absolutely rubbish day. This day was Sports Day. It was me and my mates in a team and the leader –MR Jones- . We were doing laps around the fields race track. It was on a dreary July Friday and we had to do it as part of the national curriculum.

It all started when we were marched down to the field by MR Jones. He treated us like soldiers, strong-soldiers. The weather was worse than ever, it was al, windy there were hails and rain and we could barely walk to the field; there was a big storm.

Subsequently, we had to warm up and get ready on the start line. Moments later i got ready. Heart thumping MR Jones glared at us pointing the start pistol at my shoes, (barking at me telling to tie my laces). I could feel Goosebumps running up and down my back.

Eventually, BANG! The starting pistol pierced the silence and I ran. I ran as fast as I could want to finish. It was five laps of agenising pain. My asthma kicked in and I was slowly breaking down. I was on my third lap which ment only one lap until we had to sprint. My last lap! I went really fast, I zoomed past Mr Jones and before long I saw it…

The finish line. I was happy to see it and as I crossed it. I collapsed panting heavily: I couldn’t believe I had made the five laps of pain.  I felt like I was dead; my arms and legs were weakened.

This was truly the most rubbish day of my life.

From FRANKLIN FRANKINSTEIN.

Dear Diary,

The wind raced through the trees. Fog filled the air. It was the day I feared most: sports day.

“Get in a line and stop talking!” Mr Jones –my scary teacher- barked.

We were marked to the schools pride and joy (the running track.) All of a sudden, my heart began thumping against my chest. Knees shaking, teeth chattering. I tried to calm myself down but I just couldn’t.

It was my turn now; I walked up to the track just hoping that this all goes well. The asthma started to take hold.  My head was filled with thoughts. Thoughts that I didn’t want to think about. What if I pass out? What will happen if I don’t make it to the end? Will I get laughed at?

Mr Jones stood there, just staring at me. He held the pistol, pointing it directly at me.

Bang! The race had started. My feet dashed away. As I began to run, I could feel my chest starting to tighten. I started to run out of breath. Halfway through the race I was about to stop. Just then was running faster than I ever had. Somehow, I managed to surge forward as if I was being propelled by some kind of unseen force. I could just make out the finish line. Almost there, I couldn’t believe I’m this close to the finish line!

It was at that moment that I took a giant leap. I finished! I couldn’t believe it! Maybe sports day isn’t as bad as I thought.

Speak to you tomorrow

Shawn

Dear diary,

Well let’s just say yesterday was probably the worst day of my life: a day I would never forget.

As the grumpy Mr Jones marched us up the vast and muddy school field, barking at us the whole way, I saw it. The field. Beads of sweat cascaded down my spine. Heart thumping, I trudged to the starting line.

“Bang!” The starting pistol pierced the air, turning everything quiet. Chest tightening, I rasped for breath. Then I remembered it. The inhaler. I had forgotten it! Would I survive this race? With fear racing through my blood, I lunged into action, running as fast as I could…

Finally, I was on the   last lap. In the near distance, I could see my classmates huddling around the finish line. I felt like I was on fire! Somehow I managed   to surge forward as if being propelled buys an unseen force. I had done it. I’d completed the race. Legs like jelly, I collapsed on the floor. In a blur of arms and legs, I felt so proud.

I always thought sports day was the worst day of my life. But now I have overcome my fear, I can’t wait for next year’s sports day.

.

Dear diary

Today was the worst day I lived in fear of this day in late July.sportsday. I hate July. Whatever the weather Mr Jones would march us down the school field –the new school field.

To begin with Mr Jones marched us down the field could feel my breath tighting .the vast field seemed silent and gloomy .Moments later we were at the finish line ready to begin.

Suddenly, I had started. Heart thumping I ran as fast as I could. But my asthma took hold.steadiying each breath I tried to calm myself down but the more I could try the harder it will become.

The finish with a rasping breath, i pushed away from the starting line it seemed like it was miles away As  I  struggled around the field , my breathing felt harder. Rain cascading down my spine it felt like i was running through thick mud.

Finally, I was on the last lap it felt like the finishing line was miles away. My class mates were cheering for me. I was focusing on my legs get faster i was near the finishing line. I had done it.  had finished the race.

Sports day isn’t that bad but swimming is still my worst fear.

By salma