1 Peter 5: 6
"Humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you in due time."
"Humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you in due time."
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Write about an experience you've had and convey a feeling to your audience. Please include proper subject-verb agreement.
WHAM by: Lorelai Dunn
It all started one soggy, foggy afternoon around the end of summer. I was in my friend’s backyard, playing soccer with her family. Everything was amazing and lively, but now it was my turn to kick. I prepared for a perfect shot, and everyone was going to chant my name. Eithor the other team or the soccer ball was going to get in my way, or so I thought. I kicked the soccer ball and it went flying, but so did I! “Wham”, my back hit the cold grass and I realized I couldn’t breathe! I started gasping for air, walking on all fours like a dog. Everyone was silent just staring at me, except the littlest family member, she was laughing at me! After a while, I let out a gargantuan scream that bellowed through the entire neighborhood. At that, my friend’s mom heard and came running out to help me. I dragged myself to the couch and waited as I caught my breath. It was not a life threatening moment, but it sure was shocking and scary! Now each time I start kicking a soccer ball, I make sure I won’t fall.
Ballerino by: Amelia Park
It was when I
was 7 years old. My mom, who loves watching musicals, took me and my brother to
the musical with her at least once every 2 months. Once, we happened to go
watch the ballet musical. Either mom or I was so excited to watch the
ballerinas spring and perform like beautiful swans. However, my brother was not
glad. He said he would rather watch TV and play soccer with his friends than watching
the musical. Dragging my brother with a guilty face, my mom and I drove and ran
to the theater. How could I not run if ballerinas are waiting for me? Once we arrived at the theater, the musical was just about to start. I was so glad that I didn’t miss any part of the musical. As ballerinas tip-toed, skipped, turned, and sang, I opened up my eyes wide, and so did my brother. My, brother, who felt all guilty by the time we got here, started to enjoy the rhythm and the music. However, suddenly, in the middle of the play, my brother hopped off the seat and started to dace ballet! He was spinning, tip-toeing, and skipping just like ballerina were doing on the stage! Now he was right in front of the stage, and all eyes were on him. No one was paying attention to the real ballerina but they all paid attention to our little ballerino. Someone started clapping and laughing, and in several seconds, the theater was filled with laughter and clapping. When the musical was over, my brother exclaimed, “This was the best musical ever!” Every time I remember that moment, I remember that I was so embarrassed of my brother. But now, it is one of the most memorable and hilarious moment I can ever think of.
Middle School Retreat by: R
Have you ever seen people spit on each other intentionally? Well, at the middle school retreat, Mr. Brown and Mr. Hudson spit on each other like you have never seen before.
When they were setting up, all of the kids thought it was a talk show, but as they started, things got ugly. First, Mr. Hudson threw potato chips in his mouth ferociously. When Mr. Hudson and Mr. Brown started to talk, Mr. Hudson spit on Mr. Brown ruthlessly in the face. Everyone roared with laughter when they saw the food particles leave Mr. Hudson’s mouth and onto Mr. Brown. Then, Mr. Brown drank fruit punch, and dribbled all over Mr. Hudson’s face! Either Mr. Brown, or Mr. Hudson was the most vile, because each of them stuffed their faces with dry food, such as pretzels and chips, and totally slavered on each other. The audience giggled, and laughed, at the hilarious skit that was happening.
When I watched Mr. Hudson and Mr. Brown, “discharge the flame,” I cracked up and maybe even snorted a few times. After the horrific “food fight,” Mr. Hudson and Mr. Brown hugged and ran outside to clean up. After that, we had a sermon, from Mr. Green.
This interesting experience was fascinating and odd at the same time. Not one person in the room did not laugh, so that’s how funny the skit was. After this involvement, I must say, this was a gripping and slapsticking event.
When they were setting up, all of the kids thought it was a talk show, but as they started, things got ugly. First, Mr. Hudson threw potato chips in his mouth ferociously. When Mr. Hudson and Mr. Brown started to talk, Mr. Hudson spit on Mr. Brown ruthlessly in the face. Everyone roared with laughter when they saw the food particles leave Mr. Hudson’s mouth and onto Mr. Brown. Then, Mr. Brown drank fruit punch, and dribbled all over Mr. Hudson’s face! Either Mr. Brown, or Mr. Hudson was the most vile, because each of them stuffed their faces with dry food, such as pretzels and chips, and totally slavered on each other. The audience giggled, and laughed, at the hilarious skit that was happening.
When I watched Mr. Hudson and Mr. Brown, “discharge the flame,” I cracked up and maybe even snorted a few times. After the horrific “food fight,” Mr. Hudson and Mr. Brown hugged and ran outside to clean up. After that, we had a sermon, from Mr. Green.
This interesting experience was fascinating and odd at the same time. Not one person in the room did not laugh, so that’s how funny the skit was. After this involvement, I must say, this was a gripping and slapsticking event.
The Crash that Almost Happened by: Marcus Lupse
On November 20, 2014, around 8:24 AM, my brother, my sister, my dad, and I were on our way to school. We were laughing and singing with the Veggie Tales DVD. As we were approaching the stop light the thing happened. A car steered wildly and fiercely swung across our lane. We were about 12 ft. away from him when my dad slammed on the brakes which caused the car to drift and stop within 2 ft. of the incident. Each second brought about 5 beats of my racing heart. I still felt fear and my heart was still rapidly beating. As 20 seconds passed, I felt supreme rage build up inside of me. I didn’t say anything or do anything, but in my head, I wanted to go yell at the out of control maniac. While I was calming down, I started to bring sense into my brain. If I would have died, well then, someone would be in heaven. Either that person was desperate to get gas and was in the wrong lane, or he tried to kill us. Then at my calmest point, I told myself, Marcus, breathe. Okay, that person was just very desperate for gas, the end. From there on, we continued our day. I arrived at school in one piece and continued a normal day.
The Runaway Car by: Evan Lam
It all began one day when my mom asked my brother and me to clean her car. Each day, someone, or, to be exact, everybody in my family, has to do a chore, so I happily agreed on cleaning her car. My mom’s car was a silver Honda with seats that could fold down into a roomy trunk. Either my brother or I had to vacuum the car, so I decided to. While I was vacuuming, my brother cleaned the black, rubber mats. As I was happily holding the vacuum cleaner, doing my job, suddenly, our car started to slide backwards. Seeing what was about to happen, I frantically jumped out the trunk of our car. Without thinking, I tried to do something really stupid.
I tried to stop the car by pushing the back of it. Surprisingly, (not really), it didn’t work. Finally regaining my senses, I then ran around to the other side of the car, while the car was still sliding backward.
When I reached the other side of the car, I saw the vacuum cleaner that was still in the car got its cord yanked out of the side of the wall in the garage. In just a few moments, the car ran over the electrical wire and was now 15 feet down our cul-de-sac. Meanwhile, my brother jumped into the driver seat, and pulled the hand brake. The car came to a screeching halt four feet away from our mailbox, which was 20 feet across from our house. Wiping the sweat from my face, I leaned on our car, finally relaxed, waiting as my parents ran out of the house. Even though my neighbors stood gawking at us on the sidewalk, I didn’t care. My brother and I had just stopped a potential car crash!
I tried to stop the car by pushing the back of it. Surprisingly, (not really), it didn’t work. Finally regaining my senses, I then ran around to the other side of the car, while the car was still sliding backward.
When I reached the other side of the car, I saw the vacuum cleaner that was still in the car got its cord yanked out of the side of the wall in the garage. In just a few moments, the car ran over the electrical wire and was now 15 feet down our cul-de-sac. Meanwhile, my brother jumped into the driver seat, and pulled the hand brake. The car came to a screeching halt four feet away from our mailbox, which was 20 feet across from our house. Wiping the sweat from my face, I leaned on our car, finally relaxed, waiting as my parents ran out of the house. Even though my neighbors stood gawking at us on the sidewalk, I didn’t care. My brother and I had just stopped a potential car crash!
Blizzard by: David Kim
Before Christmas there was an enormous snowstorm in Korea. I woke up and, from my window, saw a bright
glare gleaming from a snow. I was very
excited so I rushed out to the park with my dog and with my dad. There was no
one out there! My dog rolled over all the snow, but my dad and I rolled the
snow into a 3-layered snowman with a gigantic head, pine-cone eyes, and a snow
nose. After the snow man, each of us
made a snowball. My dad threw a snowball
like a machine gun but I dodged all of them.
I built a strong snow wall and defended all of my dad’s attacks. After I made a snow wall, I began to throw
snow balls at my dad. He got hit so many times, he almost fainted. But neither a snowball fight, nor playing
with my dog was fun anymore, so we went inside and drank hot chocolate.
WHAM by: Lorelai Dunn
It all started one soggy, foggy afternoon around the end of summer. I was in my friend’s backyard, playing soccer with her family. Everything was amazing and lively, but now it was my turn to kick. I prepared for a perfect shot, and everyone was going to chant my name. Eithor the other team or the soccer ball was going to get in my way, or so I thought. I kicked the soccer ball and it went flying, but so did I! “Wham”, my back hit the cold grass and I realized I couldn’t breathe! I started gasping for air, walking on all fours like a dog. Everyone was silent just staring at me, except the littlest family member, she was laughing at me! After a while, I let out a gargantuan scream that bellowed through the entire neighborhood. At that, my friend’s mom heard and came running out to help me. I dragged myself to the couch and waited as I caught my breath. It was not a life threatening moment, but it sure was shocking and scary! Now each time I start kicking a soccer ball, I make sure I won’t fall.
California Screamin by: Mady Benthin
It was a scorching hot day in California Adventure. We were strolling through the park when I noticed this radical ride. It was a rollercoaster, and I had never been on one. It was called the California Screaming. I asked my m om to go with me, because to be honest, with you I was a little scared. As we waited in the line I saw the ride getting closer and closer. Each person stumbled off the ride with a look of terror on his or her face. Someone even threw up! By 5the time it was almost my turn I was profusely sweating and my adrenalin was rushing. I was shaking as we slid into the little car. When the car started to jerk forward, my stomach lurched. Then it stopped. Neither my mom nor I knew what was going to happen next. Then we found out. It spring forward so fast, I thought I was going to fly out of my seat! It did all kinds of dips, sharp turns, ups and downs, and even a loopty loop! It was all over so fast though. That the thing about rollercoasters, right when you start to enjoy them they end. When I stepped out of the car either the world was spinning or I was just really dizzy. I felt as if I had conquered a big fear. Keep in mind I was only 8.
An Exciting Night in the Desert by: Giulia Abraham
Imagine walking into a golf course ready to play a game of tag… coming out being chased by a crew of security guards. It was a normal night in Palm Desert at my grandma’s house for we had just finished dinner and were ready to have another fun family night at the golf course. That night, we had decided to play an entertaining game of hide-and-seek-tag.
My siblings and I were the first to hide. As soon as my parents started counting, we ran to the tree farthest from them and waited quietly. Once they stopped counting, we went from tree to tree taking in the smell of palm trees and fresh air. Spotting the base, I motioned for my siblings to follow and we quickly sprinted to the base and pumped our fists in the air; we were excited to have won the first round. As soon as we had finished counting and my parents had found their hiding place, we started running around the dark looking for the outline of two people. Finally, we spotted them. My sister yelled to me and my brother to try and tag my mom and we reached her in no time; my dad however, got away. It was time for the tie-breaker round and it was our turn again. Hearts hammering, my siblings and I took our places at our hiding spot, afraid that our parents would find us. Hearing the crunching of leaves gave away our position and it was a race to the base.
As soon as we skidded to a halt at the base we knew something was wrong. Hearing voices and seeing flashlights in the dark was not something normal. Instinctively, I grabbed my parents’ hands and we huddled close together. Immediately, I thought of the worst. Security guards… We all knew we were taking chances being on the golf course at night and now we were going to pay the price. Practically scared to death at the thought of being caught, I wondered what was going to happen next. If we were caught, what would my grandma think of us? She already disapproved of us taking a walk at night and we hadn’t yet told her of our discovery of the golf course. We heard the security guards communicating amongst themselves and knew the slightest movement would give away our position. We ran. Hard and fast through the dark night we finally reached the entrance of the golf course and heard the security guards close behind. Not stopping until we reached the safety of my grandma’s house, we were exhausted when we got back and were relieved not only that the security guards didn’t catch us but that my grandma was not mad at us for what we did. What a night!!!
My siblings and I were the first to hide. As soon as my parents started counting, we ran to the tree farthest from them and waited quietly. Once they stopped counting, we went from tree to tree taking in the smell of palm trees and fresh air. Spotting the base, I motioned for my siblings to follow and we quickly sprinted to the base and pumped our fists in the air; we were excited to have won the first round. As soon as we had finished counting and my parents had found their hiding place, we started running around the dark looking for the outline of two people. Finally, we spotted them. My sister yelled to me and my brother to try and tag my mom and we reached her in no time; my dad however, got away. It was time for the tie-breaker round and it was our turn again. Hearts hammering, my siblings and I took our places at our hiding spot, afraid that our parents would find us. Hearing the crunching of leaves gave away our position and it was a race to the base.
As soon as we skidded to a halt at the base we knew something was wrong. Hearing voices and seeing flashlights in the dark was not something normal. Instinctively, I grabbed my parents’ hands and we huddled close together. Immediately, I thought of the worst. Security guards… We all knew we were taking chances being on the golf course at night and now we were going to pay the price. Practically scared to death at the thought of being caught, I wondered what was going to happen next. If we were caught, what would my grandma think of us? She already disapproved of us taking a walk at night and we hadn’t yet told her of our discovery of the golf course. We heard the security guards communicating amongst themselves and knew the slightest movement would give away our position. We ran. Hard and fast through the dark night we finally reached the entrance of the golf course and heard the security guards close behind. Not stopping until we reached the safety of my grandma’s house, we were exhausted when we got back and were relieved not only that the security guards didn’t catch us but that my grandma was not mad at us for what we did. What a night!!!
The Kayak by: Brooke Reynolds
When I finished 5th grade, I had straight A's for grades. For a
present because of my good grades, I had been pleading my
parents for either a tablet or a kayak. Since I already had a
tablet, my parents bought me a big, flat, blue kayak with an
orange paddle.
I was elated at the thought of paddling around at the beach.
When we FINALLY returned home, (We got each stoplight red) I
jumped into the kayak and started air-paddling on the ground
in the living room. Everyone was so happy for me, and maybe a
bit jealous.
When I finally started on the water at my summer house, I was
like a pro. At first, it was a little wobbly, but I achieved my
balance. I was so into it, I figured out how to ride waves, go
backwards, and even make whirlpools! I also created a song
about paddling.
The water was refreshing as each splash covered my legs. The
only downside was that there was seaweed in the water,
YUCK!!! I saw jellyfish in the patches of seaweed, crabs hanging
on the boat dock poles, little fish swimming in schools, and
MILLIONS of tiny barnacles clinging to rocks on the shore. I had
so much fun on my kayak, it is certainly the best good grades
present EVER!!!!
present because of my good grades, I had been pleading my
parents for either a tablet or a kayak. Since I already had a
tablet, my parents bought me a big, flat, blue kayak with an
orange paddle.
I was elated at the thought of paddling around at the beach.
When we FINALLY returned home, (We got each stoplight red) I
jumped into the kayak and started air-paddling on the ground
in the living room. Everyone was so happy for me, and maybe a
bit jealous.
When I finally started on the water at my summer house, I was
like a pro. At first, it was a little wobbly, but I achieved my
balance. I was so into it, I figured out how to ride waves, go
backwards, and even make whirlpools! I also created a song
about paddling.
The water was refreshing as each splash covered my legs. The
only downside was that there was seaweed in the water,
YUCK!!! I saw jellyfish in the patches of seaweed, crabs hanging
on the boat dock poles, little fish swimming in schools, and
MILLIONS of tiny barnacles clinging to rocks on the shore. I had
so much fun on my kayak, it is certainly the best good grades
present EVER!!!!