Sailing 2018

This fine, sunny, Friday was full of a lot of nerves and excitement, it was almost like I was ready to fail.

Dashing into school with a smile on my face. I opened the classroom door ready to go to Lake Rua
where we would be sailing. But first I have to give my old shoes to a friend because they didn't have
any shoes they could sail in. We all had to get together on the mat to go over things but I couldn’t keep
my excitedness inside; it was almost like an explosion of fireworks were trying to boom out of my body.
Soon we headed for the bus.

As soon as we had left we arrived somewhere new. Peering out of the glass window, I spied the lake.
Suddenly I felt a bump; that was because we went up a mound of dirt. The whole class ran out of the
bus like a stampede of elephants kicking up dust. We got our bags in a place on top of tarpaulins.
Almost immediately, the instructors shuffled towards our group. Usually all of your instructors are
nice but no. Although we had multiple instructors one of them, condemned my group.
All of the instructors talked u through that day quite gleefully. It was sort of cold so is started getting
a bit cold as the wind caught my shoulders like an icicle forming against me. As Well as learning how
to do things around here we learned the type of yachts we were using were called - The Optimus -

In the beginning we learned how to set up our boat, I thought it it was quite easy; but it seems that
some groups unfortunately didn't find it easy and the boats were treating the children like victims
whilst the boat was the bully. I think that our group did it amazingly.

Eventually we got to go out onto the grimy sparkling lake.

It was a race - Get your life Jackets and sprint to the water. This year there was an unspoken race.
This happens when everybody just runs; and this is exactly what happened. At this point in time is was
extremely nervous. In my group of three I wanted to go first and then I went second which is was
jumping up and down because I was being a demented looney person because I had a terror
that was so great it leapt out of me like a hungry lion; I wasn’t exactly scared but I wasn’t exactly
not scared. I was more nervous and more often than not that is the way it is.

As soon as Gracie got out of the water I was like electricity; slithering everywhere in a crackle.
I hopped into the boast and I was on my way (my very hard way). Lots of things went wrong.

1. I forgot that when you are steering with the rudder (The steerer) when you tilt it one way
2. it tilts the other way
3. I went too far out
4. I needed help from an instructor.

I understand that this isn't nearly too bad but I didn’t enjoy it. Closely following this we all went and
had lunch, and went back straight into sailing.  It was compulsory to go a second round and so I
did but this time it was even worse. My boat almost tipped.

That was the end for me!!!!.

Someone in my class got stuck under and boat and when the instructor came along with their fancy
motor boat the motor cut his ankle. He went home after that. I think that everybody felt bad for him.
My friend Bree went on the water and got stuck once in trees and was also stuck in the middle of
Lake Rua. I felt bad for Bree and apparently Bree was screaming for help. She had a panic attack
as well which isn't the greatest,  but she cheered up after a while.

Shortly after this we all carried on for a bit longer and I got changed and hung around the dry area.
A little bit later everyone got back and we packed up and went back to school. Here are some photos: