Sports is a waste of time. Why? Today I will explain to you the three main reasons why sports is a waste of time.

Firstly, sports is a waste of time because we already have recess and lunch to run around. If you have cross country the next hour, what is the purpose of recess? Lunch and recess are fun, where you get to choose what you play instead of being forced by the arrogant, rude sports teacher to play basketball or any other sports that you don’t know how to play, you’re bad at it or you don’t enjoy playing. Lunch and recess are the BETTER alternative to sports.

Secondly, sports is a waste of time because sports is meant to be fun and even more importantly, adults should be encouraging students to do well but just like every other typical sports teacher, they expect everyone to be good at sports. Everybody has their strengths and weaknesses and sport could be either. I am not generalising every sports teacher to be bad but a majority of the ones I know do not accept peoples strengths

My last reason is that sports is a hobby and I don’t know anyone who likes running laps around a depressing oval. Soccer is fun, T-ball is fun, Tennis is fun but not running laps. Running laps is simply a threat teachers use to make children to sports AGAINST THEIR WILL!

In Conclusion, sports is a waste of time because recess and lunch existed, sports teachers are mean and running laps is not a sport but a threat. So take a stand people, rebel against those teachers and scream in their face, SPORTS ISN’T FOR EVERYONE!

McDonalds, KFC, Hungry Jacks, Red Rooster. The main culprits of the problems we have in school today. Kids are being metaphorically and literally ‘dragged’ into fast food places when they are right next to school. That is why fast food places should not be next to school zones.

My first reason is that the smell is so strong, it causes kids to become unfocused. Imagine you were in the middle of a maths test and then suddenly, a delicious, yummy smell fills your nose and causes you to loose concentration. Oily goodness, salty pleasure and then an absolute crave fills your stomach. Then you get your maths test results back and you scored 5/20. How depressing would that be? The divine smell of Maca’s will be taunting the minds OF THE LITTLE ONES! That is why fast food places should be banned next to school zones.

The second problem of having a fast food shop next to a school is that it gets very noisy. A school zone needs to be quiet and peaceful, not noisy and haphazard and not next to one of the most visited fast food stores. Who ever heard of McDonalds not being busy! That’s laughable.

My last reason but not least is that teachers find fast food stores the number on place to hang out at lunch and recess. And the after lunch, There are little coffee cups and burger boxes that have the giant, yellow M on it.. Teachers are on of the culprits of Global Warming we have today. And it’s not only teachers, It’s the other knuckleheads that ‘forget’ to throw out their rubbish and that rubbish is blown into the school. If fast food stores were banned from school zones, There would be a lot fewer announcements saying “Enviro reps, please spend 20 minutes cleaning up all the rubbish in the school including all the McDonald rubbish that has been ‘blown’ into our school”

In conclusion, fast food places should be banned from school zones because the smell is distracting, the noise is distracting and the rubbish is making our school dirty. And do you know what’s even worse? I AM CRAVING McDONALDS AND GETTING DISTRACTED!!!

My life in one word… interesting. and not in a good or bad way, just interesting. I was born on the 30th of June 2007 on a cold afternoon and began my life. Now I can’t really tell you my whole 11 years of my life in fifteen minutes (test time) can I? so I’ll point out the ‘interesting bits’. My name is Yasmin John and I live in Melbourne, Doncaster East and I have a sis- no wait, that’s boring. So I’ll just wright about this bit…

I was so scared. As I walked up onto the stage/ entered leaping every where, I was sweating. It was the 50th annual concert of my dance school, Indian Classical Dancing. This dance was one of the most hardest ones i have ever done and it was called a ‘Thilanna’. It was to go on for a full 5 minutes. This may not seem like a long time but when you see the moves that we do, it looks and feels like it is on for a whole hour. Leaping, jumping, striking, it was exceedingly hard. I was mid way into the last ‘corvay’, a block or paragraph of the dance and then i felt a sharp pain on the side of my tummy. Oh no. I shouldn’t have eaten those three packets of chips before I went on stage. I eat when I am nervous. Doesn’t everyone?

I get severe stitches and I felt like collapsing. Then I taste the the salty vinegary bile come in my mouth. I had to dance my way off the stage. I couldn’t give up like that! I vomited in to a bucket on the side, cleared my mouth and go back onto stage. Or at least I thought I cleared it.

Amy, my friend who also danced strode off stage and looked at me in the most perplexed way, ” What is that on your face?”

OH NO!!!

I had vomit on my face and danced! 😦

“Rickety rack” the unstable Sydney Harbour Bridge shook as if it was complaining. It was a cold day and it was snowing ceaselessly. The ice was freezing the bridge’s bolts and it shook incredibly dangerously. And I was right in the middle of it. There was traffic and it was snowing AND we were on a bridge that could possibly break in half. Yay.

Then suddenly I felt a jolt and then my tummy turned. We were falling. I grabbed onto the seat in front of me and I lurched myself forward. We were falling.. The doors were locked and then I tried to get out. What a knuckle-head, I forgot that the doors are-

“SPLASH!!!” We were plunged into the crisp ocean. Our car suddenly filled up with cold, unpleasant water. And then I figured that the ice froze the bolts and completely let loose. My head was is like like fire, prickling away. I couldn’t take it any more, I fain-

“NEEE NOOOW NEEE NOOOW NEEE NOOOW!” I heard. Hands and hands were pulling me out of an, ocean? I plummeted into an ocean?I was on a stretcher and was being driven to the hospital. I was grateful to live and tell the tale…

Here I was on this sunset surrounded cliff. The breeze blowing through my rough, thick hair. I could see a sheet of royal blue ripples in action, swallowing each other as the wind pushed the waves. In the distance, a large ferry sailed along freely like no tomorrow. This was the place my sorrows came came out of me and jumped off the tall cliff, into the great unknown. I was thinking about how I was bullied at school, injured at home and left all broken by myself to mend. This was not living.

I stared out into the sea, trying to see where it ended and there was no end in sight. It was so free. The sea could go as far as it wanted and not come back to a world of sorrow and shame, a.k.a, my life. And I was not proud of it. I stood up and shouted, “I WILL NOT TOLERATE MY DISTRESS LIKE IT IS APART OF EVERY DAY LIFE!”. I could scream as loud as I wanted hear because like the sea could swallow up itself, it could swallow up agony and everything else negative.

And then and ingenious brain wave came to my head. If I enjoyed being by the sea so much, why not join it? I would rather jump in than suffer the life I have now. It was just not fair.

So I spread my arms like an eagle preparing to enjoy the meaning of freedom and leapt…

I felt the coolness of the water on my bruised skin and my hair float magically. I felt like a wild dog, I didn’t have a care in the world for anything. I could see the sea life and everything around me as I took a 360 degree turn of my surroundings wich were surreal. Blue, gold, pink, green and red fishes dashed past me in schools and then the most majestic stingray I had ever seen came floating my way. I saw it go by with my very own eyes, it was beautiful.

Then everything slowly faded. Slowly, slowly, slowly and i was left with a feeling of happiness. Yes, pure happiness. I may have just lost my life, but at least I lost it to the land, or should I say sea, where everything is possible.

They were coming. and Ali knew. German bombs were pelting down on Britain and this cellar was the only place that was keeping them ‘safe’. Ali was hunching over, under his parents care. He could hear foot steps. The Nazi’s were getting close. The cellar was such an opened space but it was big. Closer, closer, closer. It was coming. She was being smothered in his parents kisses. She knew he was going to die tonight.. Closer, closer, closer. Her heart was racing with fear. And… they came in. It took her a mili-second to figure out who was here

“BOOOOOOOM!!!” a German bomb teared down the cellar and obliterated everything. Her parents were on the floor. “Go, run before they realise! RUN!”. Ali dashed out of the cellar and bolted for his life. On the docks, she saw a tiny, run-down boat taking off. And there were German soldiers running towards her. What choice did she have? And with on mighty jump…

“SPLASH” she landed in the boat causing it to shake and go ballistic. She had just began her journey.

A week later, nearly on the brink of dying in hunger, they reached land. Ali washed up on a shore, tremendously confused. The with a jolt, he screamed, “MAMA, PAPA!!!”. No one heard her. Ali fell down sobbing and continued for the next half hour…

When he woke up, he found himself on a rough bed. As she widened her eyes, a bit a bit more, she saw a very long landscape of melancholy grey beds just like his. When she looked ahead, Ali saw a a solid metal fence with spiked pickets. An old, frail man came up to him and whispered in his ears, “This detention camp is the last place you’ll see before we are taken to Auschwitz to be gassed in the chambers

“Say good-bye”

This story was written in 15 minutes time and is pretty impressive for 15 minutes! Enjoy!!!

Lines. Lines are always annoying, especially if you want to get something over and done with. Lines always lead to something. It’s either fun or boring. The majority of the the lines I’ve lined up in were boring like lines to get into the supermarket or lines to get out of the chocker-block school carpark. But every once in a while, you’ve got to have fun, right? So, i stand corrected, not all lines are annoying, especially if you are standing in one for the GREATEST thrill of your life, such as one of the biggest rollercoasters I’ve ever seen…

We were at the Gold Coast in Movie world and my mum and I were standing in line for the SuperMan Escape rollercoaster. The actual ‘compartments’ were split into eight. Just as I thought we were about to miss this ride, the instructor told us to sit right at the front. I could feel the blood rush to my face and my eyes fill with water like a mini-man just poured a bucket of water into each of my eyes. I was so scared, I was nearly crying! When you take one glance at this roller coaster, all you see is the at least 40 metre, vertical rise and immediate drop.

The first thing they do is take you through a short scenario of the Superman story line and then the moment I’ve been waiting for or should I say dreading, arose. In a really cool American accent, the voice brakes through the odd silence and says “Let’s go fast, REAL fast!” And then we were off.

The whole ride catapults us all the way up the vertical rides at speeds of 0-100 km/hrs in 2 seconds ONLY!! It leaves you in suspence at the top and then once again, it drops at the same speed that it catapulted up in. It turned and twisted and went upside down and at one point, I was just a few inches off the ground from my face!

As soon as we came to a stop and the first thing my mum asked me was “Do you wanna go again?” I grinned and said, “Of course!!!”