My First Week in year seven
It was the first day of year seven. I woke up with a mixture of feelings, some of excitement, some of fear, some I could not name. When I reached the school gates, I did not know what to expect. As I went in, I felt anxious about not knowing anybody and not knowing where to go. All those feelings churning up inside me as I walked through the gate. I knew however that everyone was talking about a fantastic new building that had been built. I did not recognise anybody that I saw, as I started walking up some stairs. I saw a gathering of people near the basketball court. I knew where the basketball court was from orienteering day. Orienteering day was kind of fun, we found out a lot of new things and that was one of them. The bag I was carrying was as light as a feather, all it had in it was a pencil and a notepad. How would I ever have known how heavy my bag would become in the next few days! When a teacher finally came, he split us into groups of four, and gave each group a timetable.
The first day was good and I had a lot of fun. After school I had to pack heaps of stuff for the day, the swimming carnival. When I arrived at school, I noticed everyone wearing their house tops. Slowly a feeling of dread came over me, as I realised that we had to wear them. Everyone was sitting down on the Astroturf and the teachers were taking the roll. I quickly sat down just as my name was called, I thought it was lucky that I had come right on time. We started boarding the bus, it was noisy and it was crammed with kids from year seven. When we got there I thought about the many times that I had come to a swimming carnival, how the water was cold, and how loud the bang of the pistol was. We sat down amongst our house groups, and waited for the races to start. The first race was the participation race, I did not want to waste my energy on that, so I didn't go in it. Next was my race in the 50 m freestyle, there were not many students racing. So I thought I could have a good chance of winning. Just before the pistol shot I felt nervous and anxious. Boom! The pistol shot and we took off, the sensation of the cold water on my half sunburnt back was like having ice cubes on my back. In what felt like a moment the race was over! I looked around the other lanes to see if there was anybody but there wasn't, I had won. After I had won the other races I thought it had been a very exciting day.
The night before camp I stayed up quite late because of my dad, he wanted everything to be perfect. He made sure I had extra everything, T-shirts, shorts, socks you name it! When I woke up the next morning I felt a little bit groggy from lack of sleep but not deterred! I went and put on anything I could find in my wardrobe. I flew down the stairs ate my breakfast and decided to test out how heavy my bag was. It weighed a catastrophic amount, I had no idea of how I could carry it around. Finally the time came and we left for school. I went in and sat down amongst my friends and peers. We finally got on the bus, it was a long bus trip it almost took one hour and 45 min. When we arrived we were all excited about how good the camp would be and what the next two days would bring. We all put our bags down near a campfire, and we all got led to a place which looked like a dining hall. After being informed of how our cabins were going to work we set off to choose our cabin mates. In my cabin there was Noah, Fion, Jardin, and Daniel. My favourite activity of that day was the waterslide. The days at camp were very exciting and fun.
By Julian Michelsen
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