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The Competition | Essay for 10 Year Olds | Tang Yu Jun | Singapore

Here is the latest essay from my classmate, Tang Yu Jun, on "The Competition".



It was the day of my long-awaited 1.6 kilometre running competition. I had been training for the past six months for the competition. I was at the stadium doing some stretching and warm-up exercises. There were colourful banners fluttering in the wind and words of encouragement filled the air. I was representing the school for the competition and was determined to make the school proud by getting the gleaming trophy on the trophy table.

When the competition was about to start, I went over what my coach had taught me for the umpteenth time. As I got into my starting position, I saw that I was not the only one who was filled with increasing anxiety. My opponents’ non-verbal actions also made me feel that they were nervous about the competition as well. The starting gun’s “bang” started the race and my legs started carrying me as fast as they could go. I heard strings of encouraging words coming from the crowd as I gritted my teeth and continued along the track.


When I was about halfway through the competition, my lungs started to burn and my legs began to ache. After what seemed like an hour, I saw the finish line ahead of me. I had never been so happy to see the finish line! I mastered the last reserves of my energy and hurled myself across the finish line. I gasped for breath when I had finally stopped running. A ripple of intoxicating thrill ran through me when I heard the announcement that I came in first in the race. A deafening applause filled the air as my parents congratulated me for my amazing achievement.


I beamed with delight when I went up on stage to receive my prize, the trophy. I shook hands with my fellow competitors, telling them that they did very well and also gave them some tips on how to do better in their running.


Back in school, the principal, Mrs Cheng, also announced to the whole school about my marvellous achievement. From that day on, I learnt that hard work always pays off.


Have you participated in a race before? 


More essays soon~

Elijah Wee, Singapore


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