My Favorite Extra-Curricular Choices!

 

By Aly

My favorite extra-curricular activity is hard to choose, but I choose volley-ball, and bows and arrows. I think that they're so much fun. And they're good for your health!

I like volley-ball, because it keeps me active. And when I'm in a game, first position, getting ready to serve, I think 'OK Alyson, You can do this, you know you can!' And I repeat that over again. That is until the whistles blown. Then I throw the ball up a couple feet and swack! It goes over! I'm always thrilled when I get the volley-ball over the net.

Another reason I like volley-ball, is because I'm there with friends. I get to ride the bus with them to games. We joke around, talk, ECT. Plus I get out of school early! Now who doesn't like that?

I also like shooting arrows, because that's when I try to show up my dad. Then he yells "Aim!!!!" But still I never do, and most of the time I hit my targets! Then he gets uber mad. Then he tends to shoot the arrow hits right on the dot, but takes forever, and says "you see?" It's really funny!

Reasons Why the English Language is Hard to Learn:

1. The bandage was wound around the wound.

2. The farm was used to produce produce.

3. The dump was so full that it had to refuse refuse.

4. We must polish the Polish furniture.

5. He could lead if he would get the lead out.

6. The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.

7. Since there was no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present.

8. A bass was painted the head of the bass drum.

9. When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.

10. I did not object to the object.

11. The insurance was invalid for the invalid.

12. There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.

13. They were too close to the door to close it.

14. The buck does funny things when the does are present.

15. A seamstress and a sewer fell down into the sewer line.

16. To help with the planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.

17. The wind was too strong to wind the sail.

18. After a number of injections my jaw got number.

19. Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.

20. I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.

21. How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?

Let's face it, English is a crazy language! There is no egg in eggplant, nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in a pineapple. English muffins weren't invented in England or French Fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies, while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are meat. We take English for granted. If we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig. Why is it that writers write, but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce, and hammers don't ham?

If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth beeth? One goose, two geese… So one moose, two meese?

Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend, that you can comb through annals of history but not one single annal?

If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

My Memory

By Nora

I remember when my aunt Loubna taught me how to tie my shoes. It was a pretty long time ago, around when I was about three or four. I caught on to it pretty fast though. But now I have more creative and faster ways of tying them.

I remember it was during the day and my aunt was going to take me and my big brother Adam somewhere because my parents were working. Before that day my parents pretty much always tied my shoes for me or bought me shoes without laces. But I guess Loubna finally wanted me to learn to do it myself.

I was in the hallway by my soon-to-be room asking my aunt to tie my shoes for me, but she said, "You do it."

And of course I said, "I can't." But she said, "Try." So I tried and of course my not came out looking…cruddy. So then she tied them by crossing the laces and tucking one under the other then pulling tight. Then she made two "bunny ears" and then crossed those and tucked one of them under the other and pulled them tight. But then she untied them, and tied them again. And she did that over and over, also explaining to me how to do it. Eventually she told me to try, and when I did, I actually did it right.

When I did I was all happy and excited and of course Loubna acted like that too. I don't tie my shoes the same way she taught me anymore but I'm happy she actually taught me.

Remember

By Dylan

I remember when my father taught me how to ride a bike. We used to go to Ridgecrest, my brother also tagged along. We went to the empty lot next to the park. The first few weeks we were riding with training wheels. Then we took off the training wheels and rode like that for a few weeks.

We already know how to ride but we did not know how to ride without training wheels. Actually, we already knew how to ride with training wheels. I fell of about five times and my brother about ten times or less. I had a great time and it felt good to ride without training wheels.

Now today I do not have to use training wheels. My brother says," he has to use tanning wheels,' but I think he is lying. I stopped using training wheels when I was five or six years old. This event was fun because I now can go faster on my bike and I'm proud of that.

I Remember

By Emma

I remember when my dad taught me how to drive a quad. It was a sunny day we had just gotten our new quads. We went behind town to the alfalfa fields. First my dad showed me how it worked. Then I drove and he sat on the back and helped me. Then he let me drive all by myself. There was a big ditch in the road and I didn't want to go through it so I tried to go around. I guess I lost control and I ran into a telephone pool. My dad came and helped me get the quad started again. Then I drove again and nothing happened. When the sun started to go down we went home.

I Remember When My Mom Taught Me to Ride a Bike.

By Magie

I remember when my mom taught me how to ride a bike without training wheels. When she taught me how to ride one I was only five.

The first thing my mom did that morning she took the training wheels off. When I saw her taking them off I started to cry. She told me not to cry because she was going to help me ride one without training wheels. I said ok but I didn't want to. Then she told me to get my bike.

When I got my bike we went on the street. I was really scared. Then she told me to get on. I said that if she was going to hold on to me. She said yes so I got on. Bu t when I got on and started peddling she let go. I fell and I got blood on my knee. So I started to cry.

So I went in my house to take off the blood. But I still went outside to learn how to ride it. So then I got on the bike and my mom let go and I didn't fall. I was really happy of myself. So was my mom. Since then I haven't forgotten how to ride a bike.

When I Learned to Ride a Bike

By Nefer

I remember when my mom taught me to ride a bike with no training wheels. I was five when she taught me and I haven't forgotten how since.

I rode a bike with training wheels when I was three, four and five, then my mom taught me to ride without them. I was getting too big for my bike and my mom decided to get me a new one but with no training wheels. She told my dad I needed a new bike and my dad said he would take us to Ridgecrest the next weekend. When we went my mom got me a new bike, a helmet, and knee and elbow pads.

The next day I woke up and she took me a shower, got me dressed and put my protective stuff on and we went outside. She was holding me and I was pedaling until I told her to let go. When she let go I just tried to keep my balance and kept pedaling. I was riding my new bike. I was so excited!