Elijah's Life Experiences

Hi there, here is one of my Primary Four essays - "An exciting and most memorable event".             Never.             Never did I ever expect to win the soccer tournament and claim the trophy. My team members and I were proud of our achievement. Just then, memories of the soccer match came flooding back to me. I was soon teleported back into the past … …             “Do the best for this tournament. Make your parents proud of you. We have come so far and we cannot lose now.” Our cool as cucumber captain exhorted us. An insidious fear crept slowly into me, like a snake slithering stealthily into my gut. I shook off my fear and joined the team to huddle together. Our hearts began beating as one. “To GOD Be THE GLORY! MG POWER!” we shouted in unison.        ...

Hey there, here is my version of "The Competition" - wrote this for my Ngee Ann Primary School essay assignment.             This was it.             All my hard work and labour had brought me here. Can I do it? Thoughts pondered through my mind as I got prepared for the final match of the running competition in the Olympic Games. Suddenly, my trainer slapped my back and encouraged me. “You can do it, Matthew. Make Singapore proud of you!” His words reassured me and I started to head towards the door of the room I was in. I could not let my parents and my sister, Jia Hui, down.             All of the competitors, including myself, gathered at the starting line. The cries from my supporters seemed to give me fresh energy. My muscles tensed up as I got ready.        ...

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 ...