It is Sunday. I had been looking forward to this day for the whole week. Today, I have tennis in the morning, lunch at Danny’s house (Pizza!) and am going to Justin’s house for a quadruple playdate.
At 8:45 I went to tennis. I was playing Danny and his team. What a load of luck! I was going to Danny’s house after this! Danny’s Team was pretty strong, it consisted of two volleyers and I ground sweeper. Normally, that is a good combination in tennis. However, we have a STRONGER team. I am our ground sweeper AND Volleyer. Peter is strong in ground sweeping, and Oliver is extremely tall, so he does a lot of smashes.
Danny and I are the Number 1 player on both teams, so we play off against each other. I won, 6 to 1. The next few rounds were uneventful.
From the time I am writing now, it is Saturday. From the time I am writing about, is on Monday.
Radiant sunshine streaked the sky and escaped, into my room, like a torch shone between caged bars. It was the first day of Term 1 at last. I was pumped about it, and I acted more cheerier than usual. I literally skipped to school.
My happiness runs short as soon as I got through the front gates. As I saw my fellow classmates carrying swimming trunks, I lurched short in mid-step. It was as if someone had flicked on a switch in my head. As I flew back down the steps, out of the school gates, parents lept out of the way, alarmed.
I finally got home, out of breath, I had sprinted all the way home (200m), grabbed my swimming bag I had prepared last night, and banged out of the front door, for the second time that day. I arrived at my classroom with only seconds to spare, which earned several disapproving glances from the teachers. I practically shoved my bag into the pigeon hole and settled down for role call.
My class’s swimming session is just before lunch and each session lasted for about 100 minutes, thus meaning we miss lunch. I stifled a groan when the teacher informed us (I was looking forward to basketball!) and a majority of us complained out-loud. Plus, swimming lasts for the whole week, meaning we miss lunch every day! But, the teacher shrugged and said that he couldn’t help it, it was up to the principle’s choice, for who went to swimming at the given time.
I miss lunch.
It is our second day in Sydney, and I am already impressed by the landmarks and environment. There are some memorial places never to be found in Melbourne, that is why I favour Sydney so much.
Today, we went to the Maritime Museum, located just 15 minutes walk away from the hotel. Dad parted with us at 8:30AM for work and wished farewell. Mum and I crossed a pedestrian bridge decorated with colourful flags bearing advertisements and posters, most of them about animals and history.
When we arrived, we showed the receptionist our ticket (Dad had bought online yesterday), but she said that the tickets were invalid and only for use after school holidays (22nd of July). So, we had no other choice but to buy the tickets now, or return to the hotel. Returning to the hotel wasn’t very appealing, so we bought the tickets anyway, as we can refund them online.
Mum and I went through the 3D cinemas watching a documentary on marine life. We then proceeded on to watch VR experience on Antartica (which made me dizzy), explore the HMB Endeavour (Captain Cook’s Ship), HMS Vampire (a army ship), HMS Outlook (a submarine) and the James Craig (a cargo ship)
It was the 7th of July when I boarded the airline Jetstar, on a journey to Sydney. My father was on a business trip, bringing my mother and I, together. We caught the plane at 8:30PM, at Avalon airport, Geelong and quickly descended upon Sydney at approximately 10:00PM. Avalon was a small side airport and arriving on the Sydney airport was a huge change.
By the time we arrived at the hotel, it was already 10:40PM, well past my bed time limits. The hotel was rated 5 stars and I quickly realised why that was so. Great marble pillars stood up to three storeys high on the entry and rich velvet blanketed the Hotel’s floor. Our room was on level 5, Room 520. On the way upon the elevator, I noticed 2 different levels marked “Fitness and Indoor Pool centre”. So Posh. Our room didn’t have much of a view, but the rich facilities made up for that. Two well groomed twin beds stood proudly, facing a large, living room TV. The bathroom consists of a bathtub and a shower, plus a polished marble sink that was surrounded by a 1×1 metre mirror.
It’s 2019 and my second time to the trip to the mountains. My family is going with Gary’s Family (again) to the same place we went in 2018. I could remember the scenes clearly in my head. Rolling out of bed. Forgetting that I was going to the snow mountains. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. So I made a sticky note saying: “SNOW MOUNTAINS -TODAY” in bold. And stuck it on the ceiling. That is what I did last night.
It actually worked pretty well. I awoke and saw the note almost straight away. I pulled on 3 layers and hurriedly ate breakfast. At 8:30am, Gary arrived, so we took off. Dad, silly as he is, forgot to bring his snow gear. He was too busy preparing ours.
When we arrived, it was 11am, and figuring it will be handier, we ate lunch at the cafe. It was decent, with rolls and sandwiches, but dad wouldn’t let us buy chips. After lunch, we pulled on out snow gear, tobagons, ski masks, mittens, jackets and pants and set off for the snow slope which we will be sliding down. It was really fun, riding out boards, and it was more fun, when we capsized and landed, sliding on the ice.
It was a brilliant day, but it was 3, so by time we will get home, it will be 5:30. So, sadly we had to go, otherwise risking a very late dinner. We sasid out goodbyes and parted for home.