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Friday, October 2, 2009

Totara Springs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was a cold breezy morning when 40 riversiders of Pt England Primary loaded on to a double decker bus.  It was the day we were leaving for Totara Springs.  Sadly, I waved good bye to my dad. Now I didn’t want anything to ruin this camp, I had been waiting the whole year for it. Luckily, my mum had my aunty Masele, (My mum’s baby sister) come to be a leader for my group.  And what do you know! Both me AND my aunty Masele were on the bus waving good bye to our family. The next ½ hour you could’ve probably heard me complaining either, “Are we there yet?” or “Oh my gosh, this is going so slow!” Eventually, we had arrived at Totara Springs. “That bus ride was really worth while” I whispered in my mind.  Later that day we were able to unpack all of our things.  To me, I just wanted to fall right down and faint!  Soon, we heard the speaker monitor say,”All right campers, please come to the dining room so we can start eating lunch!”  I zoomed past everyone as if I hadn’t eaten in 12 months. BOY WAS I HUNGRY!!  Just the right lunch for this li’l lady. HAMBURGERS!!!!! “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” I hummed in my mind.  Cheese slices, buns, tomatoes-Ooh sorry if I made you hungry >:  Anyway, it was all so scrumptious. SO delicious and delicate. So fancy an fine. 


_ SORRY THIS IS SMALL, LOOK OUT FOR PART 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

The Ultimate Race

Jittery and jumpy, I lined up with all the other competitors. Shivers slithered down my spine. I hopped up and down full of nervous excitement. Quickly I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. “You can do this,” I whispered in my mind.

All of a sudden the clappers sounded and there were flailing arms and legs everywhere. Everyone was jostling for position, wanting to win first place. “Bajeebas, they’re fast!” I whispered to myself. I felt like my legs had turned into jelly, so wobbly.
“Come on Reka! You can do it!” said a voice in my mind. “Doesn’t matter where you come just be proud of yourself.” I had no idea who that was but it sure encouraged me.

As I passed a corner, and then another my muscles ached and mud was squelching under my feet. “You’re really close, don’t give up now,” I murmured to myself. As I gasped for breath I kept asking myself, “Am I able to continue?” My arms felt tired out, my eyes felt like they were burning.

Before long I spotted the finish line and powered ahead wanting to complete the race. I panted and wheezed as I crossed the finish line. It felt like I couldn’t breathe or feel my legs. Coming 6th didn’t matter to me. My task for this year’s cross country was to be able to complete the race no matter where I came - to be proud of the fact that I had finished it with perseverance.

By Toreka