The thing about living in Wisconsin is that even the Weatherman can not predict the weather. It could be sunny and 75 one day and rainy and 50 the next. Winters can be extremely brutal because of this, which could be a good or bad thing. In my case in the winter of 2015, it was a bad thing.
Every year my school took two days off in mid-February and had these things called Mini Courses. Mini Courses were a bunch of fun activities like candle making and food tasting that you could sign up for. You were allowed three at max.
It was my 8th grade year, and since I really did not care for them because of what I chose the previous year (going the the Barlow Planetarium, which I enjoyed, puzzle time, and candlemaking, which I could have done without), …show more content…
On the first day of Mini Courses, I was extremely nervous, seeing that I had finally put together that I was going to be spending the whole day with pro skiers and snowboarders when I could hardly keep my balance. I of course, decided to pick the harder of the two and tried snowboarding. Jack was in the same position as me though which did help, and Nico promised to help us …show more content…
Ahead, I could just see Nico around the curve. I was not scared or worried, I felt free and relaxed, weightlessly gliding down.
I was not scared or worried, that is, until I got around the curve and saw what was waiting for me, creeping closer and closer by the second. My stomach dropped through my feet and I am surprised I didn’t fall right then.
A monstrously sharp right turn was there, seeming to set off every alarm in my head. My first thought was “well, I’m screwed”. After that thought was pure panic. I had seven seconds max to figure out what I was going to do.
If I kept going straight? I would run into a patch of trees that didn’t look too welcoming to victims of out of control/panicked skiers and snowboarders like myself. If I turned left? Plow over at least two kids of the ump-teen kids learning how to do just exactly what I could not. Not to mention that if I picked anything but turning right I would never hear the end of it from Nico or Jack. I could not just let them have the satisfaction of the existence of my pride and dignity being completely humiliated by something so simple. Once I finally concluded that I had no other choice but to attempt the right turn, I had about four
Every year my school took two days off in mid-February and had these things called Mini Courses. Mini Courses were a bunch of fun activities like candle making and food tasting that you could sign up for. You were allowed three at max.
It was my 8th grade year, and since I really did not care for them because of what I chose the previous year (going the the Barlow Planetarium, which I enjoyed, puzzle time, and candlemaking, which I could have done without), …show more content…
On the first day of Mini Courses, I was extremely nervous, seeing that I had finally put together that I was going to be spending the whole day with pro skiers and snowboarders when I could hardly keep my balance. I of course, decided to pick the harder of the two and tried snowboarding. Jack was in the same position as me though which did help, and Nico promised to help us …show more content…
Ahead, I could just see Nico around the curve. I was not scared or worried, I felt free and relaxed, weightlessly gliding down.
I was not scared or worried, that is, until I got around the curve and saw what was waiting for me, creeping closer and closer by the second. My stomach dropped through my feet and I am surprised I didn’t fall right then.
A monstrously sharp right turn was there, seeming to set off every alarm in my head. My first thought was “well, I’m screwed”. After that thought was pure panic. I had seven seconds max to figure out what I was going to do.
If I kept going straight? I would run into a patch of trees that didn’t look too welcoming to victims of out of control/panicked skiers and snowboarders like myself. If I turned left? Plow over at least two kids of the ump-teen kids learning how to do just exactly what I could not. Not to mention that if I picked anything but turning right I would never hear the end of it from Nico or Jack. I could not just let them have the satisfaction of the existence of my pride and dignity being completely humiliated by something so simple. Once I finally concluded that I had no other choice but to attempt the right turn, I had about four