This article was about why competition is important. It listed reasons on why students need competition in order to succeed.
In some ways I agree with Becca. I think that students would not be as motivated in class if competition was not present. They want to get the better grades then others in their class. Some even want to rank in the top of their class. However, I have some disagreements with some of the points that Becca made. She stated that stress in school is good for students. I do not think that this is true. I often feel very stressed about school. I think schools should be working to lessen the stress that students feel.
In my life, I’ve always regretted not being braver or more adventurous. So, the one time that I stepped out of my comfort zone, I was more than proud of myself. It was 2007 and my family had taken a trip to the Amazon Rain Forrest. We had been hiking and exploring the jungle for three days straight. By mid-week I was exhausted, but still excited to experience everything the Amazon had to offer.
Our tour guide had us on a different trail and we went winding through the jungle. At one spot, there was a 30 foot ravine that separated us and the rest of the trail. So, our tour guide found a vine and told us to swing across. I was the last one in line to swing because I kept telling myself I couldn’t do it. Finally, I worked up the courage to take hold of the vine and leap. I convinced myself it would make a great story.
I swung to the other side, but was just out of the reach of the rest of the group. They couldn’t grab me and pull me to safety. So, I swung back out into the middle and stayed there. I was desperately trying to hold on, but already I could feel myself fall. I dropped twenty feet down to the bottom of the ravine. When I opened my eyes I had a hard time breathing, but knew that I was okay. I hadn’t broken anything and I didn’t feel like I had any internal bleeding.
I may have failed to get to the other side of the ravine, but I still felt like a winner. I had stepped out of my comfort zone to try something new. And for that I was proud.
The last few weeks of April are the hardest out of the entire school year. It’s the awkward point where students still have to worry about grades and classes, but they can practically taste summer in the air. These two weeks are a real endurance match and each year I feel like it gets tougher. I want to get rid of my school year worries and start my summer. But, a part of me wants to stay in school. I don’t want to leave what I’ve become so accustomed to throughout the year. I’ll miss my teachers and classmates.
People are beginning to count down the days until vacation starts, but it still seems like a long ways off. There’s too many tests to take and homework to do. I can’t even begin to think about finals. On top of this, the weather has been amazing lately. The is air just warm enough that you want to go jump into a pool. But, then a bit of cold weather rushes in to snap you back into reality. The last two weeks of April are like a time warp of confusion. And a part of me is starting to enjoy it.
Every day I wake up exhausted and not ready for school. I go through the morning half a sleep and by the time I actually feel ready to tackle the day, it’s time to go to bed. In the next month I’m going to make it my goal to try to get some sleep. I’m not talking about the five or six hours I get now. I mean a full eight hours of being in dream land. I want to be able to wake up and feel happy that the birds are chirping outside. Plus, it’d be nice to actually remember eating breakfast.
Right now, I’m not sure how I’m able to go about my day. I fear that my lack of sleep may soon cause my grades to suffer. And that, can not happen. Therefore, it is of great importance that I take my own advice. I will power through the urge to check my text messages or watch TV. I am finally going to get a good nights sleep.
It was a dark and stormy night. I sat drinking a cup of coffee, taking this all in from my favorite diner at the edge of town. The neon signs outside flickered with each gust of wind and the rain pelted the glass window beside me. This was not a night I’d like to spend outside.
I was the only one in the diner besides the late night cook and two waitresses. The silence between us all was steady although not uncomfortable. As the night wore on a car’s headlights broke threw the darkness. I watched as the lights grew brighter. As the old car drove past the diner it began to pick up speed. All four of us were watching the car as it tore down the street. I was just beginning to wonder what the driver was doing when the car launched itself off the side of the road and into a ditch. One of the waitresses gasped and the other grabbed the wall phone and dialed 911. I watched the car to see if anyone would get out. The drivers door opened and the silhouette of a man stumbled out. He looked badly wounded and began to fumble his way towards the diner.
I stood up, wanting to help the man. But, something stopped me from going outside. As the man got closer we could see the blood glistening off his face. It was a gruesome sight. The cook, terrified, yelled at one of the waitresses to lock the door. I told him that he was mad if he thought I was going to let that injured man to stay out in the storm.
Yet, we all remained where we were. Watching and waiting. When the man reached the door he put a hand on the glass and screamed. In that moment lightning struck the neon sign outside and sparks flew in every direction. I blocked my eyes from the blinding light and when I was able to see again, the man was gone. All that was left, was one bloody hand print.
I feel like I’m not old enough to be able to look back at my life and think “wow, those were the best times.”In fact, I can’t even pinpoint the best day of my life. There have been those days were I feel like everything went smoothly, but they don’t qualify as the best. Perhaps, there is one day that does stand above the others. It happened two summers ago.
My family was on a cruise through Europe and our next stop was in Scotland. Most of my ancestors came from Scotland, so I was thrilled to get back to my roots. The day before we were set to dock, I got food poisoning from the cruise ships food. I was camped out in the bathroom for the entire day. I was worried I wasn’t going to be well enough to get off the ship.
Miraculously, the next morning I woke up healthy and ready to go. We got off the ship and headed to Loch Ness, home of the famous Nessie. I was beyond thrilled and couldn’t wait to get there. When we arrived my dad bought me a stuffed Nessie and a t-shirt. We bought tour tickets and waited for the time to go out on the lake.
The slightly rainy sky and the mist over the lake, set the mood for an adventure. When we got on the research vessel, the captain told us we were the only people he had scheduled for the tour. We had the entire boat to ourselves. As we cruised around the lake I marveled at the eeriness of it and watched the sonar equipment for signs of Nessie.
As we headed back, the captain turned to me and asked if I wanted to pilot the ship. Of course I jumped at the opportunity. I took the wheel and found myself driving the research vessel across Loch Ness. It was a child hood dream come true.
Looking back on that day, I felt like I had accomplished a life goal, and made an amazing new memory.
This one day I was driving down an old country road and a cow wandered out in front off my car. I slammed on the brakes. The cow stared at me with big, wide eyes and grass slowly fell out of its mouth. I honked they horn to get the cow to move, but it stayed put.
“How dare you!” I heard a cranky voice shout, “Poor Matilda is scared of cars. Ashamed on you.”
“What?” I yelled back, “That cow almost totaled my car.” An old man came into sight riding on a Segway. He was holding a crow bar and when he came close enough, he smashed it on to the hood of my car.
“There, now your car is a wreck. That will teach you crazy youngsters and your fancy machines!”
“Fancy machines?” I said bewildered, “I’m not the one riding around on a Segway!” I looked down at my dented hood and knew insurance would never believe my story.
“A Segway is not a fancy machine. It is a motorized transportation vehicle.” He barked. Raising his hand holding the crow bar he slammed it down on my hood one last time. This guy was a lunatic! Putting my car in reverse I hit the gas and got out of there.
And in that one day, I promised myself to never stop for a cow again. Instead, I was just going to turn the car around and drive the other way.