and there were rules you can't hold on to someone t-shirts and when you are going to fall down
put your hands on your keens and also we have a race after that I have fail much and I such fun
but it was sore at the same.
I am a Year 8 student at Panmure Bridge School in Auckland, NZ. I am in Learning Space 2 and my teacher is Mrs Anderson.
I can see the snow below my skis. My jersey number is the number 4, it always stands out on my racing gear. My head knows my next jump is important. Everyone can see my face and they know I'm pumped. The sweat on my coach's face is dripping onto his t-shirt. I know he's hoping I make my landing. I can smell the cold in the air as the heat blows through my nose. I can smell fear. My fear, and the fear of everyone in this competition. I can hear shouting for my name. I can hear my heart beating. It is getting faster and faster as the jump gets closer. I can hear my teammates shouting for me. It feels good. No it feels awesome to be here doing this, a sport I love. I can taste victory. It is my name on that gold medal.