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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it said its day 8 when its day 9
What if the topic is hard? How are you meant to think of ideas
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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.
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2 – 10-D9 – Camilla Huang
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
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2 – 10-D9 – Poojyasrita Kurra
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.
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2 – 10-D9 – goelonline
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.
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2 – 10-D9 – Abhijeet Pol
Forget knitting clubs, our school’s newspaper uncovers the truly wild. Imagine pressing clothes while dangling off a cliff! This week’s shocker: our own quiet librarian, Ms Albright, is an extreme ironer. I found her, not among books, but recounting her latest feat, perfectly creasing a shirt mid-rapids down Cataract Gorge. Her eyes, usually mild, sparkled with an unexpected fire. My initial scoffing dissolved into awe. This isn’t just bizarre, it’s a defiant, exhilarating passion. Ms. Albright proves hobbies aren’t always quiet. They can be utterly unbelievable. Hobbies are something that show who you are no matter anything and I think we can all see the glint in our new hobby hero, Ms Albright’s eyes.
It turns out, Ms. Albright’s journey into the world of extreme ironing began innocently enough. “I was just tired of the same old routine,” she confessed, her voice, usually a hushed library whisper, now carrying a surprising resonance. “One day, I took my travel iron on a bushwalk. The view from the summit was breathtaking, and I thought, ‘Why not iron a handkerchief here?'” From that humble, wrinkle-free beginning, her pursuits escalated dramatically. Soon, she was pressing pillowcases while paragliding over the majestic Blue Mountains, the wind whipping her hair, the crisp linen a stark contrast to the wild expanse below. Her colleagues, she admits with a wry smile, simply think she enjoys “fresh air” and a particularly well-maintained wardrobe.
Her recent expedition to Cataract Gorge, however, pushed the boundaries even for her. Strapped into a robust harness, a specially waterproofed iron clamped securely, she navigated the tumultuous rapids on a whitewater raft, meticulously pressing a formal shirt. “The key,” she explained, a determined glint in her eye, “is absolute core strength and an almost psychic ability to anticipate the current. One wrong move, and that cuff is ruined, or worse, you’re in the drink with a very expensive piece of equipment.” The sheer absurdity of the image – a serene librarian, battling nature’s fury with a steaming iron – is almost too much to comprehend. Yet, her composure, even amidst the spray and roar, was absolute. It was less about the ironing itself, and more about the profound mastery of an environment, a bizarre ballet of domesticity and danger playing out against a backdrop of raw, untamed nature.
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2 – 10-D9 – Ayaan
Hectic hobbies
This week, the article will be about hectic hobbies. The hectic hobby is extreme ironing. It is basically ironing while doing an extreme sport. It is very unusual. Only some people do it as a hobby. Imagine you are in a plane and you are about skydive while ironing. You hold the iron board in one hand and you hold the iron in the other hand. You jump out of the plane and push the board in front of you. Then you start ironing. Phil Shaw was the person who invented extreme ironing in 1997. He invented it because after a long day after work, he would need to do ironing but he wanted to do what he liked to do. HE combined them together and got extreme ironing. He travelled around the world to make extreme ironing popular and in 2002, he there was the first extreme ironing world championship which took place in Germany. Phil Shaw and a group of friends won it.
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2 – 10-D9 – Katrina
Hectic Hobbies
Almost every person on this planet has a hobby, and some of them are so bizarre that even a blobfish would be surprised. One of these weird activities is known as ‘Cheese Rolling’ and is completed by chasing a wheel of Double Gloucester Cheese down a hill. The first person to reach the bottom of the massive slope gets to keep the 3-kilogram wheel of cheese. Not to mention that this is a very accident-prone hobby, and you would be putting your physical health on the line for cheese. Not to mention that people who are lactose intolerant have no actual objective to complete when participating in this event, and that knocks out a good chunk of population. Overall, it’s a very unique and awkward activity that isn’t for physically weak individuals.
The next activity that I’m going to mention is trainspotting. As its name suggests, trainspotting is the action of spotting trains on railroad tracks. It isn’t very clear why people do this, as trains are literally the only vehicles or large objects that are even allowed on railroads, and they’re very common. Trainspotting isn’t quite ‘weird’, as it doesn’t have much to it that is weird. It’s just a bit peculiar. Okay, maybe peculiar and weird have the exact same definition, but you get what I mean. Trainspotting definitely deserves to be on this list because of the mystery surrounding why people even consider this a proper hobby
One final activity on this list is tree-shaping. This refers to the practice of moulding trees into different shapes to make it look more aesthetic? I don’t shape trees, so I don’t know for sure. However, tree shaping is the first activity on this list to (maybe) have an actually valid objective and isn’t downright boring. Sure, it takes up a lot of time, but if you’re passionate about it, it could actually be a fun hobby (Even though it’s still weird).
The three activities I mentioned above are just some of the weird, unique and peculiar hobbies. Some other examples include extreme ironing, competitive dog grooming, dirt polishing and beetle fighting. I could go on and on, but we’ll stop there for now because I don’t want to make this article too boring. Essentially, there are some hobbies that are fun, some that are boring, and some downright weird. But they all have some of each other in themselves.
I hope you enjoyed reading this feature article, V
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2 – 10-D9 – Vihaan Rohit
The fresh aroma of juicy baked steak—my mouth watering with nothing but eagerness to eat the pink, crunchy meat. Well, you’re in luck, because I’m bringing a get-together cooking club.
Imagine cooking mashed potatoes, hot dumplings, and catching the fresh smell of seaweed. We could all dive into a world where our stomachs are fuller than they’ve ever been. There will be allocated sections where everyone can make whatever they prefer, with ingredients provided.
I will be the judge, rating each snack out of 10. The winner will receive a crimson-golden Hectic Hobbies award. This will happen every week, giving each person a chance to display their skills and creativity for 8 whole weeks.
A new winner will be elected weekly, providing an opportunity to everyone participating. I want to make it a place where we’re not only focused on winning, but where we all feel like we belong in a special and extraordinary way.
Cooking a dish related to your culture would make this an amazing and diverse space where we can all try different things. I can’t wait to taste Indian biryani, Japanese sushi, or Korean ramen. Of course, at the end, we’ll all try each other’s dishes.
The location for the club is 17th Budwood Street. Everyone is welcome to the show on 20th July 2025. Email me if you’d like to participate in our Hectic Hobbies club. Any age above 12 is welcome—and parents say less.
The point of hosting this club is to try something new and display your creativity to everyone else in the club. It would be amazing to finally explore something fresh and imaginative. As an experienced chef for many years, I’ll be more than delighted to see what you can achieve. I’ll be walking around and assisting anyone in need.
If you have any ideas to make this club even more fun, please email me and I’ll try suggesting your ideas. The club can be a place of brightness where we all respect one another.
So, what do you say? Want to have some fun with Hectic Hobbies? Join now for free.
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2 – 10-D9 – Ajna Mohapatra