Day 9 Writing Homework
Prompt : You are the chief journalist at your school’s newspaper, which includes a feature article on a different topic each week. This week’s topic is “Hectic Hobbies”! You are to write an article describing a crazy hobby that your target audience will find unbelievable. In your article, remember to include a layered structure, tonal shifts and strong character development. Approx 400 words.
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When the love of Tennis Turns Tense
Every Sunday morning, before the horizon exhales fire as the Sun climbs into it’s throne, I laced my shoes with purpose and stepped into the familiar cage of competition. It was quiet at first, just me, the net and the soft echo of bounce and breath. But this court, once sanctuary, has begun to feel like a stage. And somewhere along the baseline, joy turned into tension.
Maybe you’ve been there too, lacing up your shoes for something that that brang you joy. Maybe you never played tennis, maybe you have heard of tennis or maybe you have watched a game of tennis.
Tennis is a very fun game where you can make new friend, spend time with the glazing horizon and bushy landscapes. You don’t need to be athletic, you don’t need to be energetic, you don’t need expensive gear. You don’t even need to score. All you need is a rented racket, a ball and the willingness to try, because tennis isn’t just a sport. It’s a conversation, a challenge, a quiet kind of joy. Imagine each ball you hit to your opponent is a friendly word you give to your opponent and they give it back to you.
Tennis sharpens your body, your focus, your patience, your resilience. It teaches you to recover quickly, think strategically an stay present, no matter if you win or lose.
You don’t know how to play? Perfect. Most clubs offer beginner lessons or social sessions where the vibe is more fun than formal. You will meet people, move your bod, and maybe discover something new about yourself.
Tennis isn’t just for professionals for champions. It’s for students, parents, weekend warriors and total beginners. It basically for anyone who want’s to pop in and have some fun. It’s for people who want to feel alive for a hour, out in the Sun, on their feet, chasing something that bounces back.
So pick up a racket. Step on the court and feel that beat.
You don’t need to win
You just need to start.
Never give up on your dream
Hello, my name is Lilly a chief journalist at a school. And today you will know about an organization that I have runed. My thoughts have made me come to a decision. Ever since I got a job as a chief journalist, I’ve been thinking to start a club on learning different types of languages. This will help students if they go to different countries or continents. My journey here started in 2021 (when I first got my job). When I first came to the school, I didn’t know what to do and what I was doing but I kept thinking about my hobby, language learning and if I could run a club based on it. At first, I didn’t have the courage to go to your principal and tell her about this idea of mine but after many conclusions I thought maybe I should tell the principal. And the Principal said I could run the club, so she gave me a location in the school. A student was chosen from each class. I told all the students to met at the cola on Wednesday (lunchtime). Soon it was Wednesday, and the students and I gathered up, I was excited, but the students weren’t, I didn’t know what I did wrong. I thought it was a bad idea. My brain felt like it was going to burst. Soon I stated to realise that it is probably because language learning is hard, I asked the class “do you want to do this?” They all said no. So, the club was no use. But things turned my frown upside down, I day a student of mine went to Japan with her family. They thought they were going to have a good time but as soon as they landed, this man blocked them, the man was speaking Japanese so they couldn’t understand. The girl then explained this to all the classes and said, “even though language learning might be hard there is a purpose so never quit language learning.” And since the girl said that I got all my students back asking me to teach them languages. I knew most of the languages in the world so it shouldn’t have not been a problem. The club was back , and everyone worked together with a smile on their face.
Day 9 Feature article
Sock pickles on the run
The sultry hot sun spread itself over our gymnasium room, pouring its goodness while it bit into my soul. Days after game week finished, the atmosphere still seemed to whisper stories of where sock pickles danced across the room and chess pieces made of mini moulds of pickles covered with socks slept over the chess board I as playing with my friends, acting as the ultimate opportunity to make deep connections. This wasn’t just a play and win the game show but the majestic experience of playing chess with sock pickles, throwing sock pickles and most of all smelling then for the time we were there, each intricate second reminded me of the unspoken aroma that translated all the work need to produce this cacophony into realistic life in games. It was a place where the fusion of physical sport was cut by a knife in the attempt to save the superior base of sublime fun, nothing else could seem more of a dream. Sock pickles in games offered a symphony of weaved friendships, engaging force to this everlasting experience, while offering a range of excitement fields. Was I actually here after being selected for this interschool program and did I want to do it?
17TH July 2025, the classes of year 6 ponder upon an awe-inspiring, way beyond human imaginational games that run in game week. The week came and went as if a person just blinked his eye, and it was all done. From huge excitement and disgust feelings from having to smell and see these grotesque pungent sock pickles to having to touch and throw them was on another level. The wind had still bit us in mid-air as if a snake was unleashed from its prey. However, the transcendent view and another sight of these sock pickles on the chessboard shook away the adamant nature. Each second that went by with another wave of another sock pickle reminded me that I was in this interschool challenge, playing and dancing with sock pickles.
Playing with the fusion of sock pickles in games, is the balance of Van Gogh’s resplendent portrait of the scene, where the sock pickles travelled through the gym, a one-time thing that became alive. It wasn’t just the joist of going there, it was an indescribable experience. This trip gave us a wholesome of fun and experience with some sock pickles flying in the air to the next destination of into the hole, which we couldn’t possibly have done in ordinary life. Thanks, principal MS. Mullins for your support in this life event. It meant a lot.
Sock pickles on the run
The sultry hot sun spread itself over our gymnasium room, pouring its goodness while it bit into my soul. Days after game week finished, the atmosphere still seemed to whisper stories of where sock pickles danced across the room and chess pieces made of mini moulds of pickles covered with socks slept over the chess board I as playing with my friends, acting as the ultimate opportunity to make deep connections. This wasn’t just a play and win the game show but the majestic experience of playing chess with sock pickles, throwing sock pickles and most of all smelling then for the time we were there, each intricate second reminded me of the unspoken aroma that translated all the work need to produce this cacophony into realistic life in games. It was a place where the fusion of physical sport was cut by a knife in the attempt to save the superior base of sublime fun, nothing else could seem more of a dream. Sock pickles in games offered a symphony of weaved friendships, engaging force to this everlasting experience, while offering a range of excitement fields. Was I actually here after being selected for this interschool program and did I want to do it?
17TH July 2025, the classes of year 6 ponder upon an awe-inspiring, way beyond human imaginational games that run in game week. The week came and went as if a person just blinked his eye, and it was all done. From huge excitement and disgust feelings from having to smell and see these grotesque pungent sock pickles to having to touch and throw them was on another level. The wind had still bit us in mid-air as if a snake was unleashed from its prey. However, the transcendent view and another sight of these sock pickles on the chessboard shook away the adamant nature. Each second that went by with another wave of another sock pickle reminded me that I was in this interschool challenge, playing and dancing with sock pickles.
Playing with the fusion of sock pickles in games, is the balance of Van Gogh’s resplendent portrait of the scene, where the sock pickles travelled through the gym, a one-time thing that became alive. It wasn’t just the joist of going there, it was an indescribable experience. This trip gave us a wholesome of fun and experience with some sock pickles flying in the air to the next destination of into the hole, which we couldn’t possibly have done in ordinary life. Thanks, principal MS. Mullins for your support in this life event. It meant a lot.
Sock pickles on the run
The sultry hot sun spread itself over our gymnasium room, pouring its goodness while it bit into my soul. Days after game week finished, the atmosphere still seemed to whisper stories of where sock pickles danced across the room and chess pieces made of mini moulds of pickles covered with socks slept over the chess board I as playing with my friends, acting as the ultimate opportunity to make deep connections. This wasn’t just a play and win the game show but the majestic experience of playing chess with sock pickles, throwing sock pickles and most of all smelling then for the time we were there, each intricate second reminded me of the unspoken aroma that translated all the work need to produce this cacophony into realistic life in games. It was a place where the fusion of physical sport was cut by a knife in the attempt to save the superior base of sublime fun, nothing else could seem more of a dream. Sock pickles in games offered a symphony of weaved friendships, engaging force to this everlasting experience, while offering a range of excitement fields. Was I actually here after being selected for this interschool program and did I want to do it?
17TH July 2025, the classes of year 6 ponder upon an awe-inspiring, way beyond human imaginational games that run in game week. The week came and went as if a person just blinked his eye, and it was all done. From huge excitement and disgust feelings from having to smell and see these grotesque pungent sock pickles to having to touch and throw them was on another level. The wind had still bit us in mid-air as if a snake was unleashed from its prey. However, the transcendent view and another sight of these sock pickles on the chessboard shook away the adamant nature. Each second that went by with another wave of another sock pickle reminded me that I was in this interschool challenge, playing and dancing with sock pickles.
Playing with the fusion of sock pickles in games, is the balance of Van Gogh’s resplendent portrait of the scene, where the sock pickles travelled through the gym, a one-time thing that became alive. It wasn’t just the joist of going there, it was an indescribable experience. This trip gave us a wholesome of fun and experience with some sock pickles flying in the air to the next destination of into the hole, which we couldn’t possibly have done in ordinary life. Thanks, principal MS. Mullins for your support in this life event. It meant a lot.
Hectic Hobbies: The Girl Who Knits While Skydiving
By Abhijeet Pol
When you think of knitting, you probably picture something quiet, cozy chairs, clinking needles, and a sleepy cat. You don’t picture a teenager free-falling through the sky, tangled in yarn.
But that’s exactly what Ava Lin, a sophomore at Eastgrove High, does. She knits while skydiving.
“I got bored,” Ava says with a shrug. “I’ve been knitting since I was eight and skydiving with my uncle since I was thirteen. One day, I just thought, why not do both?” And she did it. She went with her uncle to their usual place but the catch is that she snuck a little yarn ball into her jacket without consulting her uncle. At that time Ava’s uncle was really rich, he owned a private jet all for himself with paid and experienced pilots.
They took off instantly reaching for the height they normally skydive at, feeling bored. She picked up an old rubik’s cube from her bag trying to solve it while her uncle was talking in Spanish to the pilots about how life was and that kinda stuff. As they were going to jump off and feel the beauty of the fresh air Ava dug up something in her skydiving gear which her uncle was a bit suspicious of. Uncle was always cool with stuff so she crossed her fingers that he won’t get mad. They jumped eagerly waiting for the wind to take cover of their face. Ava once more dug up her diving jacket and fetched two needles and a ball of yarn.
She started knitting as her uncle was staring in mere confusion, her uncle was not mad he was intrigued he started taking videos and pictures of Ava. Soon enough she became viral, inspired people and also weirded out some people but the surprising thing was that she was recorded in a guinness world record.