Student Essay - Song Yeong Jae, Year 5, Taylor’s International School - Olympics

Song Yeong Jae, Year 5, Taylor’s International School

Olympics

It was a very important month. It was the Olympic show time. We were all excited to watch the Olympics. We gathered around the television. My dad pressed the remote control and went to the Olympic channel. We gathered around even more closely. We watched the football and then we watched the long jump to see our favourite athlete, Yeong Jae. He was tall, fast and handsome. All the players so far had managed to jump over the pole. We were all impressed with the athletes. So we thought Yeong Jae would be able to jump over the pole easily because he was the best. 

Yeong Jae, who was the last athlete, was getting ready because it was almost his turn. We were really excited. Finally, his name was called. Yeong Jae got ready at the starting point. He ran toward the pole and jumped. He jumped really high. Suddenly, he fell. We felt like our hearts were breaking. 

We all shouted, “Oh, my gosh!” 

He hit the floor, landing on his head. We were all shocked. 

We were running around the sofa saying, “Oh, my gosh!” 

The ambulance came. I cannot explain how shocked we were. We were really sad that our favourite athlete had lost and was injured. We were also worried that Yeong Jae would not be able to participate in the next Olympics.

It was a hard time for us. We felt really sorry for Yeong Jae. We were also worried about him. He went to hospital. He was really sick and had to have a few operations. After a month, Yeong Jae recovered and took part in another competition. We were really happy that he was back. The world was shocked about what happened at the Olympics but everyone is happy again that Yeong Jae is back.

Student Essay - Song Yeong Jae, Year 5, Taylor’s International School - Olympics

Song Ye Na, Year 7, Taylor’s International School

The Presentation

This presentation was everything to me. If I failed it, I would fail my life. It was to obtain approval for my new business. If I failed it, I would have nowhere to do. That is why I said that the presentation was my life. I received a tag when I went in. Number 23 was written on it. I was very nervous. I couldn’t even breathe properly. 

Nervous, worried, anxious, afraid, tense. These were all that I felt. If I mixed all these words, I could say that it was ‘hard’. I was in a state of full tension. My brain had nothing in it. I couldn’t feel the soft wind blowing from the air conditioner. The powdery smell of the room was making me dizzy. The sound of typing on the keyboard and printing on the printer made me dizzier and more breathless.

Now, it was number 13. My number was 23. Ten more till my turn. My lips were drying up. I put some moisturizing lip balm onto my lips and waited. Number 17 was coming out of the interview room. What? Number 18 already? I looked at my watch and realized that an hour had passed.

Time was passing quickly. 

“Number 19, please come in.” 

Number 20, 21, 22 … The hands on my watch were moving and moving. I waited for Number 22 to come out. She came out more slowly than the others. I waited for my name to be called. 

“Number 23, please come in,” said the officer loudly.

“Okay,” I answered in an anxious voice. 

When I was presenting my business proposal, my hands were full of sweat. They were as slippery as eels. At that time, my hearing was so sensitive that I could even hear the pens of the officers scratching the paper and the humming of the air conditioner. 

“Thank you, Miss,” said the officer when I finished. 

I went out with light footsteps because I felt that I did well. Hopefully I would get approved!