Describe which of your activities has been most meaningful and why.
Its been a long day; the morning choir rehearsal, soccer training after school. Combine that with a Specialist Mathematics test and you have the perfect recipe for a killer day. Yet I find myself in the garage, ignoring my bodys protests and the brains rationality. That tackle from soccer training was pretty bad. Maybe you should rest tonight, my brain suggests. Shut up brain you didnt help me when I asked you for that calculus formula, Im not listening to you, and with that it is silenced. Another obstacle however, presents itself in the form of a mans best friend. It gives me a cajoling look and I nearly give in, but as I am about to leash it and take it for a walk, I stop myself. Mum will take you for a walk later, now go back to the garden, and with that it makes its way to the garden, but not before giving me another pleading look. With a sigh I toss it a couple of its favourite treats and it hurries off, disappointment mitigated. Finally I can have the garage to myself. I pick up the soccer ball and start off with simple juggles. One, two, three, four seven fifteen , but soon irrelevant thoughts interrupt the silent counting, I wonder how I went on the test question 8 did I circle A or B?. Disappointed at not being given my undivided attention, the ball decides that it prefers the feel of the cement to my foot. I give an apologetic kick and recommence the juggle.
I work up a good sweat doing by which I mean foolishly attempting tricks Ive seen famous soccer players do. I attempt Zidanes swan-like 360 spin for the tenth time and fall down on the hard cement for the tenth time; a duck trying to imitate a swan. That bruise will be lovely in the morning. Thats what you get for ignoring me, the ever-so-useful brain interrupts once more. I try Ronaldos flip-flap and instead of flipping the ankle I flop to the cement. The dog comes in and nudges me sympathetically while I try to recover. It knows that like yesterday, and the day before, I have been beaten by the round, ruthless object, also known to others as the soccer ball. But all is not lost; after all, I didnt fall down as hard as I did yesterday. I get up and while my body is aching with bruises I am strangely happy. I no longer care about that awful math test nor the fact that I have a ridiculous number of assignments due in a ridiculously short amount of time. In fact, I am eager to be seated by the desk, stuck in front of a calculus problem. Once again, soccer proves to be the best therapy.