Dom’s swimming


For two weeks we do swimming as a school, we started two Mondays ago. On the first day, we piled onto the bus, I sat with my best friend Ethan. He got the window seat, we sat near the back next to an empty seat because they had more seats than people did.

We got to the pool at 11.30 and we went through this mind-boggling long test with colour groups and other CRAZY stuff. I eventually was sorted into the Hammerhead sharks group. We were in the medium-sized pool. It was actually connected to the large-sized pool but there was a wall in between that had holes that water ran through to get to the big pool and our pool.

We swam many different strokes in between that time and three days later when we learned a new stroke. On that day, we learned two new strokes called the ‘kick-board stroke waddle’; I called it, and breaststroke. The way you do the so-called ‘waddle’ is that you sit down on top of your kick-board and balance then you do your frog arms to get to the other end of the 25m pool, (take out the wall and it is 50m) if you fall off you get back on and try again from where you are. It is a good way to practice your breaststroke arms.

Breaststroke is when you do your ‘frog kick’ and the ‘frog arms’ together, a bit like an egg beater pushing things out of the way to see the London Eye. It takes a bit of getting used to at first but you get the hang of it.

It went the same for about 5 days when we started this game called ‘Go Fish!’ Basically, if your teacher or instructor says “FISH!” you freeze if you move you’re out and you help judge, but if he/she says “FISHING!” then you duck your head under the water as fast as you can then bring your head back up again. It goes until the last person is left they win. Something we also did on that day was learning the compact jump. What you do is you hold your nose like there is smoke in the air or something you want to breathe in, then you put your other hand on your shoulder. Then you jump, tucking in your legs to kick your back. You have to try to make the least amount of water splash as possible.

On the second last day of swimming, we swam in our clothes and practiced rescues. I also swam 150m! I felt SOOOOO accomplished!

That is all I have to say for now, so anyway BYE!

Dom’s Boring Holiday

My BORING Holiday

My holidays were not that interesting, but if you like boring things then keep reading. If not, close the page, shut down your computer and play outside.

Today I woke with an astonishing groan. “ARGGG!” I sounded like a grizzly bear eating its prey but finding a bone in it and biting it. I had a bad feeling about this. And boy was I right! Not that I was excited or anything.

My morning went off to an awkward start. I didn’t have breakfast until 1.30 pm and all I did that morning was play video games on my iPad. I was beating my high score until my ANNOYING MONSTER of a sister burst in saying there was no toilet paper in the bathroom and mum was – um… doing her business. “GO AWAY!” Too late. I already had no chance of beating my high score. “YOU VILE, STUPID, SELFISH BRAT!” That is not what I said but was what I would have said if mum wasn’t in the house! I did, however, say “YOU MADE ME LOSE! MISSION COMMAND GAVE ME ONE, FINAL QUEST AND I FAILED!” She said, “Your stupid game does not bother me! I just reached the 96th checkpoint in my obstacle course on my iPad!” I did not say anything, I had already restarted and successfully completed my mission.

This went on over and over the next few days until, Friday, a public holiday, came around. We were doing our normal stuff until around midday, when mum said, “C’mon we are going to the zoo!” We cycled there and my dad had brought sandwiches. So we didn’t need to spend our money on the cafes. I had a mayonnaise, chicken and iceberg lettuce in my sandwich. Yummy! I saw the lemurs, the elephants, lions, wild dogs, just to name a few. Then we went home.

See, only two BIG things were in my holidays. I could name all the minor things, but that would take me- let’s see, umm… a long time. I am not that good at maths, anyway. I guess that’s all I needed to say. Goodbye!

Camp In The Forest… – Dom


I hopped on Bus 2 throwing my luggage on the bus behind. We were going on camp! I was excited on the Bus, also bored but luckily, my friend Lynn Htet was sitting next to me and we made up funny raps about people eating lawn mowers and stuff like that.

It took about one and a half hours to get there but to me it felt about 5 hours! But we eventually did get there and drove up the dirt road past the soon to be used rope course and ‘leap of faith.’ When we pulled in the parking lot and collected our luggage we carelessly plonked our stuff down, keeping our backpacks with us.

We walked down the stairs and were told the camp rules and assigned our groups. Then, one by one, our groups assembled in the leadership centre where we ate lunch, which was burgers by the way. Anyway, I was sitting outside eating my delicious burger, which was made of a delicious patty, crunchy iceberg lettuce topped with a sticky, red tomato ketchup. Scrumptious. We heard music, which was meant to call us back to the leadership centre. We lined up in groups, and as we got assigned group leaders, I heard two birds fly past. As we walked  to our first activity  I overheard the other group behind us say- “They’re jumping off a telephone pole!” My first thought was- “Great, 10 out of 10 Dom, unlucky again.” Then we saw it, the leap of faith…

I was shocked, amazed, Roald Dahl would say: “Frogs wallop!” Yeah you get the point. It was high, VERY HIGH. TOO HIGH. Too high to handle. I thought I was going to vomit in amazement. And now it was MY TURN. As I walked nervously up to the harness, which, phew, was there, I thought, why did I return the permission slip, why? Anyway, I got slipped in, walked to the ladder, which was, unsafely, held up by only a skinny little pole and a person. I stepped up onto the first metal rung, then the second, then the third etc. I had made it, where to though you ask? Oh, ONLY THE FLAMIN’ TOP OF THE COURSE BABY! Plus, I stood up! The rest was an extremely scary blur. I jumped, that’s all I can say. I jumped. I landed. I felt good, really good. Next, I went down to pull off my harness. Then I swapped with someone and started belaying. It was tough, yet fun.

After that we had dinner, delicious. Then we went to bed, in our noisy little cabins, where we talked and talked and talked. About what? Our lives, our tiny lives.  I was placed in a cabin with Leo. H, Zach. D and Charles. D. I cannot believe I actually slept that night!

When I got up it was 6:30 and boy was I hyped! There was no point in getting back to sleep so I started to get up for the day. Clothes on, teeth brushed, hair brushed, play Gaga- wait you don’t usually play Gaga at 7:00 in the morning! Gaga is a game where you hit the ball at people below the waist to get them out. Once you get out you don’t get back in until the next round, so you just watch outside of the court. Gaga starts when somebody chucks the ball in the air, on the first bounce you say ‘Ga!’ the second bounce you say ‘Ga!’ and the last bounce you say ‘GO!’ and the game starts. I came third! Yay!

I loved camp! It was awesome!

The Fete By Dom

The Fete

On fete day I ran to my dad, dumping the bag at his feet. I already had my wristband on and I also had my little brother’s with me.

As I ran to find Josh I wondered how I could keep track of time since my busking was at 5.27. Once I found Josh he started worrying too, he was worried about his mum coming late. He couldn’t get his money that way.

But eventually his mum came. We rushed to the ‘slushy’ stall. I had raspberry flavour and so did Josh. After that I got a diet coke because the coke had run out.

We rushed to the giant slide (The Cha-Cha was broken!) and as we got a mat, some people I saw were sneaking in without a mat. I slid down quite a few times, but on one go Josh accidentally hit me in the face while trying to hi-five me. I had a cut lip, but I forgave him when Conor told me what happened in the line for the flying chairs.

I was worried about my lip but eventually I stopped worrying and kept calm even when it was swelling.

Next I had my busking. My mum kept shouting at me but I could not hear her. She was yelling about my busking! I was late!!!

I rushed to the hall with ten milliseconds to spare! They were about to skip me! At least my Jokes were a success! A worker said they laughed at every one!

It was fun from then but also a bit weird when I had a souvlaki hot-dog. Before I went home I drank TWO cartons of juice! I reckon this year’s fete was the weirdest fete ever!