The Athletics Carnival

18th Of September, 1876, Dear Diary, Today, our school held an annual event: The Athletics Carnival.

18th Of September, 1876,

Dear Diary,

Today, our school held an annual event: The Athletics Carnival. You know I’m ok at sports, but it was still really hard. It was taking place at a park that took an hour to reach, which was two hours to get there and come back. This already made me dead tired, let alone participating. What made me feel better was that we got to eat fruit while we watched the school captains run around and set everything up, which was funny. What was not funny, though, was that instead of getting a delicious fruit like mango or apple, I got peach (ew). So, instead of eating it in delight, I did what any human being would do, and that is sit and stare at it as if it is infested with some hideous creature. After what seemed like forever, the carnival finally started.

Firstly, we had high jump. I liked jumping as I can jump quite far and it is considerably better than running as I don’t have a lot of stamina, so at least I would have enjoyed it. Before we started, the teacher explained to us how to do a high jump, which made me five years younger. After he had explained how to do it, we finally got to the main point of high jump. For those who don’t know how to do a high jump, you first have a bar or a metal rod which you have to jump over successfully without touching it, but overtime, the rod becomes higher and higher. At first the bar was so low that basically anyone could jump over it, but before we knew it, it was very high. There was one kid called Max Bennero who could jump the highest out of the entire school, by a LOT.

Lastly, we had the javelin throw. For those who don’t know (again), javelin throw is basically where you have to throw a javelin as far as you can, and the person who can throw it the furthest wins. I didn’t have a lot of experience in javelin, and I also have exceptional arm strength. With this knowledge, I knew it was going to be hard. I was first in the line, and when I threw it, it went high in the air only for it to go barely past the start line. I was so disappointed that I don’t even feel like writing the rest of it. Let's just say that I didn't win.

All in all, I think that The Athletics Carnival might’ve been fun for others, but for me, it was as hard as I imagined it would be. Anyway, my hand is dead tired from writing this as well as from the javelin throw, so I’ll see you tomorrow.

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