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ARRoGANT CoURiERS WiTH ESSaYS
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Grade Level: Type of Work Subject/Topic is on:
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[ ]6-8 [ ]Class Notes [Creative Essay on Skiing]
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[ ]9-10 [ ]Cliff Notes [ ]
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[x]11-12 [x]Essay/Report [ ]
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[ ]College [ ]Misc [ ]
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Dizzed: 10/94 # of Words:702 School: Prep/All Boys State: CT
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I was the first person to ski off of the chairlift that day,
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arriving at the summit of Bosquets Mountain, nestled in the heart of the
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Berkshires. It was the type of day when the clouds seemed to blanket the
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sky, leaving no clue that the sun, with its powerful light, even existed
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anymore. It was not snowing, but judging by the damp, musty, stale scent
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in the air, I realized it would be only a short time before the white
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flakes overtook the mountain.
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As I readied myself to make the first run, I took a moment to
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appreciate my surroundings. Somehow things seemed much different up here.
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The wind, nonexistent at the bottom, began to gust. Its cold bite found my
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nose. Its quick and sudden swirling movement kicked loose snow into my
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face, forcing me to zip my jacket over my chin. It's strange how the gray
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clouds, which seemed so far above me at the bottom, really didn't appear
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that high anymore. If I had a tall enough ladder, I mig ht be able to
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touch them. As I gazed out over the landscape, the city below seemed
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unrecognizable. The enormous buildings which I had driven past earlier
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looked like dollhouses a child might play with. The towering smokestacks
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of the factories wou ld not have caught my eye had it not been for the tiny
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stream of gray emerging from them. At this distance, the smoke spiraled
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upward like tree branches reaching for the sky.
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The air was raw and stung me through my many layers of clothing.
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There was snow all around me. It was on the trail and in the trees. There
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was so much white, that my eyes became blinded by so much absence of color.
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It was too cold to remain at the top forever, so I decided to make
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my run. I gave a strong push with my poles, starting my skis sliding
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gently across the snowy terrain. I kept my speed slow in order to feel out
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the mountain and its changing conditions. Ahead of me lay a carpet of
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virgin, white snow totally untouched by other skiers. A skier's dream.
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The steepness of the mountain increased my speed as the cold air whistled
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past my ears. I edged my skis which responded to perfection , cutting into
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the snow and tracking across the mountain.
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As I gained speed by the second, my turns grew in length.
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Approaching the steepest part of the trail, I noticed an imperfection in
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the snow. A large bump jutted itself out of the ground, waiting to devour
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skiers. Unfortunately I noticed t he bump too late to adjust my turns and
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change my course to avoid it. As my right ski passed over it, my cold
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muscles were unable to absorb the shock sent to my leg. The sudden jerk of
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my ski sent it screaming off of my foot, leaving only a ski boo t behind.
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Unable to keep my balance, I leaned forward, sending my head on a course
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straight for the ground. My face was so cold it felt like it was on fire.
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I spun and tumbled as my inertia pulled me down the mountain. My arms and
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legs ached as they pounded into the snow. I finally stopped after the
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mountain had enough fun with me. I stood up, painted with snow. The snow
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on my face melted, leaving drops of water trickling into my mouth. As I
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looked up the hill, I noticed my two skies, m y poles and goggles some
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thirty feet above me. I put aside the throbbing pain of my muscles for the
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moment and began to climb up the mountain to retrieve my equipment. I had
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a lot of climbing to do and was winded as I stepped back into my skis. I
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thought about the near disaster as I began to make my way, more cautiously
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than usual down the mountain. As I neared the bottom of the mountain, I
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realized I had avoided a trip down the mountain in the dreaded ski patrol
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sled. I smiled to myself as I skied back into the lift line for my next
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run down the mountain.
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