This term, 5 September, we went cycling. I changed into my PE uniform at the start of the day and I was ready to go. 

 

When we started the activity, our coaches, Coach Stephanie and Coach Lucy, helped us do a safe check for our helmets and bikes. After that, we were sorted into two groups, Carrot and Broccoli, I was in Carrot.

When we went cycling, I was put in another group as I am not a good cyclist. We went to practise our cycling by moving our feet symmetrically on the bike, and some of us could even lift our feet and balance.

 

During morning tea, the coaches played with some of the students and everyone had fun. After morning tea, we went back to practice. I was resilient to lift my feet up and use my breaks which I started to master. Ms Yemal, our librarian, accompanied our group and cut fruit, oranges, kiwi and apple. I took a few pieces of orange and went back to training. Along the way, I had a few bruises and cuts but didn’t find it to matter. Everyone in my group supported and motivated each other so it was a healthy community of people.

 

By the end of the day, I was able to lift my feet up and use the brakes properly, although I couldn’t use the pedals yet, I had a lot of fun.

When we went in, we were greeted by chatters and strong smells, it was busy. I sat beside my four year old cousin, Nerie, who coincidentally had the same half up- half down hairstyle as me. Everyone put their bags down and we were ready to eat. I joined Nerie to get food as she was starving as much as me, I got a plate and filled it up with food, I brought the plate to the dining room and started to eat. Drinks came in a few moments later and raw meat for the hotpot as well.

 

Everyone was eating and enjoying their meals that time flew by fast. It was now time for dessert, we helped ourselves to some strawberry ice cream – which I accidentally overflowed my cup with. Nerie, Babi ( Luis’s nickname) and I took a walk around the vivid place and played a game of hide and seek together, it was very easy because there was only one spot to hide in.

In St Patricks, we have a yearly event we call “Mission Day”. It occurs every September around our school and everyone enjoys the activities set up by our teachers and friends. Though our school had paused this event for the past four years due to the pandemic, we look forward to hosting it this year.

 

During this special day, students are to bring money and spend it on things like food, games, balloons, and so much more. 

 

We treasure Mission Day as it isn’t just spending money, the money that our school raises is brought to the Holy Angels Orphanage located in Kalyanpur, India. We highly treasure this event as it is hosted for a good purpose and is enjoyed by our students.

This is a portion of my writing.

Now, it was time for prize giving, the teachers sat us down into the hall – if you compare it with St. Patrick, it’s about four times room 7. I hoped for a medal as I would never get another chance to get one there ever in my life again -well, most probably at least. They went through the grade 3 winners, I don’t remember who won actually. Grade 4 winners, same thing, grade 5 winners it was now, “The bronze medal for the grade 5 Boccia cup is…. Resilience 5!” no problem, still two places left, I crossed my fingers in hope. “Silver goes to… Resilience 4!” I lost hope. I didn’t think I’d get the gold medal. “Lastly, in first place … .Resilience 3!”  I was in shock, I got up to our very fancy looking stage and had this big smile stuck on my face. I went up a few steps, took the medal from our principal, and jumped in joy. My group went down the stage and I ran back to our class – I don’t want to talk about the fact I stepped on someone’s finger and tripped over a bag getting back there- “Gabby is it true you are moving?” Candy – a Chinese classmate of mine – said. She stood up and gave me a big hug. If I were to be honest, I never thought we were friends, but it was clear she felt like we were.