Bah, what the hell, it's 12 : 12 A.M. and I'm using Emperor's Font. not that You'll know
This is a "Autobiographical Incident Essay" or for those French who have English as a Second Laguage, an "I did this paper" :wink:
By the way, use this thread to post English homework, that would actually be kinda kool to have a teaking/ctique'ing system going on. (Yes i know it's double spaced... she asked for it for some reason)
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The Sickness It was five A.M. and I felt like I was going to vomit.
I don’t know why exactly I get that feeling, I presume it’s
from lack of sleep or from my stomach laying horizontally for
a number of hours, and then to suddenly switch to vertical,
either way it wasn’t a pleasant feeling. The feeling only
partially subsided as I hobbled into the shower. Why am I up
this early again? Ah yes, today was the day I was going to
tahoe with my dad. See, my dad works at the Toyota down on
Corby Avenue, and sometimes his boss gives out free Lift
Tickets to various resorts in tahoe. This year my dad had
decided that I was old enough and we had enough money to
make the trip. as I crawled into the seat of my dads Red Truck,
I realized that it was going to be a long day. I soon drifted
off to sleep. Five o’ clock was definitely too early.
“Look out, I’m come in through!” man, all these people
are in my way. I feel the cold breeze of the Tahoe air blowing
past my face as I board down hill. As I follow the rail, I see
that it starts to veer off to the right. I get ready to shift my
back foot to my left to make the turn. As soon as I could
begin to think about executing my maneuver, I see that the
trail is blocked by a bunch of people and boulders. To make it
worse, the people were laughing at me! “haha, you’re really
gonna die now!” I needed to turn, if I didn’t do it fast I would
fly off into the trees and meet a gruesome fate, with all this
flying through my head, to make things worse, too obviously
Experienced skiers came flying down the hill spraying snow each
time they banked. They flew right past me and and sprayed snow
in my eyes and all down my face. The cold powder stung my eyes
and I effectively couldn’t see. “What the hell, try some
courtesy next time jerk ass!” Too make things worse, I missed
my turn by twenty feet or so and hit some rocks and began
Tumbling through the trees. Screaming in agony, I was only
given a break to get a glimpse of the edge of the summit I
was soon to plummet from. “Marcus, wake up! We are
stopping to get some grub, what do ya want?”
“So you are saying we are supposed to stop like this??” I
attempt to model how my instructor told me to stop my board,
only to feel the stinging pain in my butt as I hit the ground.
“no, don’t fall, only if you have to. What I want you to do is
learn to stop like this.” I watched in awe as the person I named
“Mrs. Instructor Lady” swiveled her snowboard ninety degrees
so that it was perpendicular to the mountain. “Oh” showoff..
I thought. Where is my dad? Why couldn’t he come with the
class? It sucked enough having to go up the restraint less
chair lift. Being as young as I was, I wasn’t too comfortable
with strangers. It seemed like forever and an hour before the
lesson was over. It took my awhile to find my dad. I was told
to look for him by the first aid tent, an odd place to tell your
son to meet at, but a meeting place nonetheless. Twelve
o’clock, hope he shows soon. After waiting for what seemed
like an eternity again he showed up. It was decided that Food
was in both of our stomachs interests. That was the first time
I had had a chilidog. Pretty good, albeit not that spicy, it
would have to do either way, no way In hell I was going to
throw away a four- fifty chilidog.
“Ok dad, you go down and I’ll follow you!” “alright if
you say so.” I watched as he got up and sped down the
Beginners slope, stopping twenty meters or so ahead of me.
After I hoisted myself up, I started my slide down the slope. I
had definitely underestimated the skill required for the task. I
got no more than two, maybe three meters down the slope
before I bit it. Wow that was embarrassing. And to much of my
shame, the next three hours were exactly the same. Although I
still had a great time, and learned an invaluable skill and sport
that I carry on to this day, I was worried about my dad’s
enjoyment. How fun could it be to follow around a kid that
falls every five meters because eh is afraid that’ll go too fast
and fall? Well I guess it all pays off now, as for the most
part, the tables of life have turned, and forty year old muscles
just tire faster than those twenty-six years younger.
So goes the story of life…
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(i just typed that last sentence wrong 5 times consecutively, with the same errors, time for me to sleep.)