Soccer is usually a blast, but last week we had a practice that made us all miserable, depressed zombies! From the start of the practice everyone could see that our coach, who is almost as nice as Mr. G., was in a fowl mood (so bad that if he had a mood ring on it would explode). The second practice started he put on the most fake smile I have ever seen. We had to run FIVE MORE LAPS THAN USUAL! My legs felt like rubber strings tied to 70 pound weights. The worst part of it all was that was just the beginning of the work out. The second we were done with our laps he had us start on our sprints otherwise known as “suicides”. After the longest ten minutes of my life, he let us stop. I think I get why they call them suicides. After dry heaving four times during my coach’s explanation of a drill, my coach screamed at me to sit down. When I was finally allowed back onto the field, we did some more drills that should have been called “suicides plus”. After half an hour more of those drills, the coach was about to give us the a soccer ball so we could finally play, but our practice time was over. I hobbled home thinking maybe I’d switch to chess.
by Sam
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Sam's New and Improved Bad Paragraph
Bad Paragraph didn't know what hit it!
So far so good everyone! You've turned the "bad" into great, and you've done it in your own style. Keep them coming!
6A: Thanks to those of you who have brought in your hardcover books for the display. I need five more, so if you don't mind parting with them for a couple of weeks, please bring them in!
-Mr. G.
Fixed bad paragraph
Typically basketball is extremely pleasurable, sadly at last week’s practice the case was not as usual this left me gnashing my teeth with anger. First, Our Coach, who generally is tremendously pleasant, was in a horrific mood. The very minute basketball practice started coach had this glare where his smile often hung. We had to do triple the amount of laps around the court than regular the team’s legs were throbbing in intense pain this was just the beginning of the excessive training. We had to do left handed layups for thirty solid minutes. I could feel the vomit coming into my mouth and back into my stomach. We didn’t even get to do passing. I don’t have to tell you how many fumes were sizzling out from my body.
By: Arieh Leon Dales 6A
Fix this "bad" paragraph (Due Wed)
Most of the time soccer is really fun, but last week we had a practice that totally made me upset. First, our coach, who is usually super nice, was in a totally bad mood. As soon as practice started he had this, like, really big scowl on his face. We had to run five more laps around the field than usual My legs were completely tired, and the work had just started! We then had to do sprints for ten whole minutes. I thought I was was going to puke! We didn't even get to touch the ball for another half an hour.
I don't have to tell you how completely mad I was.
