Blog #4

As a ski coach, I'm always skiing with kids that are 4 and 5 years old. Last year as I skied with the kids in my first year coaching I got to see all the excitement on each of their little faces everyday that we were on the hill, each day with a new reason for the incredible excitement. One day while we were skiing at Fernie, the other coach and I decided to play camouflage with the kids. Camouflage is when we yell ‘camouflage’ and the kids have to pop off their skis and run into the forest to hide, we then have to find them without going into the forest. Us being coaches meant that we had radios, so as the kids were hiding one of us watched the kids run into the knee-deep snow around the trees, then we just radioed each other pointing out where the kids were. As the kids eventually figured out how we were so amazing at the game they were fascinated by the radios, they could not figure out that in order for them to work they had to hold down the button while they were talking into the radio. We probably sat at the bottom of the hill for 30 minutes before one kid finally figured it and went around showing everyone how to do it. Once everyone knew how to do it they all had to try just to make sure that she wasn’t lying. After they all knew that it worked, they took every chance they could to radio every coach on the hill.

Blog #3

Standing at the top of the double black run off of curry bowl at Fernie, all eight of us just waiting to jump in. It was a powder day something all of us were not used to, being from the Nakiska ski team. Our coach wanted to do a few training runs, so he headed down first and began motioning for us to come down one at a time s he could give us feedback. As the group at the top began deteriorating it came closer and closer to the moment when I could rip down the hill to the rest of the group. Soon there were only four of us left, my friends Paige, Evan, Jackson and I. It was Jackson’s turn to go and we were all getting impatient, so as he was talking to us my friend Paige pushed him over the edge. All you could see was a ball of snow forming around Jackson and then a ski flying out of the ball of snow, then the other ski, poles, his goggles, and last but not least his helmet came flying off, on his trip down the hill. All of us were terrified that he had broken his arm, his leg or his neck. We all stood staring at Paige, as we waited for the cloud of snow to settle down. Then we looked back down the hill, he was sitting on the ground laughing, he popped up still laughing, gave us the thumbs up, and proceeding to pick up his gear. That is my most memorable snow moment.

Blog #2

Sitting in the audience giggling at the scene unfolding on stage. One person knocks and is invited in as a guest to a party, this guest has a character and an obsession, the host has to guess the character and obsession for all the guests at the party. The game is called 'The Party Game', as the guests are each given there character Ms. Lavoie decides to join in, her character is from Narnia. As the Game begins guests start entering the party making witty jokes to help the host, running around trying to show their obsession without saying it. Saying little things to make fun of other characters, helping the host guess the other characters, when its Ms. Lavoie’s turn to come in she enters like everyone else, knocks politely and waits to be let in, again the point of this game is to get the host to guess your character, being a character from Narnia, she decides to incorporate the wardrobe that the children hide in and end up in Narnia through. She stands there, then swings her arms out as is opening two large doors and announces “Look at me, I’m coming out of the closet” the class erupts with laughter I look at my best friend as tears begin to fill my eyes, my stomach muscles aching, I’m laughing but there is no sound, as I look around I see laughing kids but I hear nothing. The joke that will last a lifetime.

Blog #1

I pick at my food, upset with my choice but not wanting to ask for something else, I mean he is paying for it and it is a date the last thing I need is for him to think I'm high maintenance. I just sit there staring at my plate of salad then over at his castle of meaty delight surrounded by a moat of fries, and back at my own, deep in thought about the perfect meal, just across the table, and how I can't have it.

"Are you OK?" The question shatters all my thoughts. I look up at him and just stare blankly into his eyes. He repeats the question, "Are you OK? You've barely touched your salad" I don't know how to answer I blink a few times, breaking my stare and reply "I'm fine, I'm just not that hungry I guess" I know it's a lie. I'm not just hungry, I'm starving and all I can think about is how good one of those fries would be and how amazing the tender meat of the burger would taste. I eat another piece of lettuce disappointed by the lack of meat and grease. If I could just grab a fry and then another one and slowly make my way to the burger. It's a great plan, except for the monster that is hanging over it with a watchful eye. I watch him waiting for the perfect time to pounce on the meal that should've been mine. He glances at the football screen behind him to check the score of the football game; I grab one fry, two fries, and three fries just as he turns back around. They melt in my mouth the salt burns my lips but the pain was so worth it.