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Special yoga class
This is my first writing piece. It's about my special yoga class
SPECIAL YOGA CLASS By Abhisumat Pattnaik
I could feel the sweat in my body. My friend came running to me and “GOAL” he shouted as he jumped. It was a hot sunny day. I was in third grade and was playing soccer with my friends.
I was hoping one thing won’t happen. The bell won’t ring because after recess was yoga. I hated yoga more than anything in my life even more than my annoying sister (who vomited on me once). Partly because we have to do different postures and stuff, and partly because of my strict and arrogant Yoga instructor. He is a total mess. I mean he should not be a yoga instructor. He should be a lecturer in a sloppy college or something like that. He always scolds the most innocent people you’ll ever find. He punishes you for every small mistake you do. And even if you learn a new thing or do a great job on your assignments he doesn’t even say good or something like that. I do yoga in a lackadaisical manner. Not only me the whole class does.
Anyway, my hope went wrong. I heard the deafening sound of the bell. “DARN IT” I murmured. I was walking down the hall when something happened for which I wanted to shout in the yoga instructor’s ears (get detention). My friend told that he was told by his friend that the yoga instructor had gone on a meeting.
My eyes lit up “Hurrah” I said. Then I ran to the yoga room to check if there was someone in there. And sure enough there was no one. I almost forgot that my friend was beside me. I looked at him and started running all over the place and playing tag. When…
I heard some footsteps not me and my friend’s footsteps. Somebody else’s footsteps. I went to peek on the door when I saw a familiar face. After that I was inside the room finding a place to hide. Well, before I could hide I saw someone coming in. The muscular man with freckles on his face. THE YOGA INSTRUCTOR. I was almost gonna faint by seeing the anger in his face. He came in and growled “IF YOU WANT TO RUN GO TO THE FIELD AND COME BACK”.I don’t know what made me do that but I smiled. I think I did that because it was not such a bad punishment if you compare it with the other punishments he gave the whole class. But when I smiled he thought I was upto something, he assigned a sincere boy to look after us.
The boy the instructor had sent loves soccer, in fact he is a soccer fan. I was pretty sure it would be easy to convince him to play soccer. There was no way I was going to run 15 rounds. Even if I was in the mood of running which I won’t ever be in. I won’t listen to the yoga teacher and his punishments. I went to the boy and asked him “Hey, wanna play soccer?” his eyes lit up “Yeah sure, why not. Bu-bu-bu... But what about the punishment he gave you guys.” “Leave it alone let’s play soccer who cares about that.” Then, I assured that he doesn’t say that to the yoga instructor.
Then I, my friend and the kid who had to keep an eye on me were playing soccer. All of us were enjoying our game. I had never played with that kid. And man let me tell you he plays soccer BETTER THAN ME. “Yay” I was shouting all the time. You don’t know how happy I was to skip a yoga class. Then I took a glance at my watch. My expression changed from joyful to terrified. It was a minute until the yoga class was over. I remembered about what the yoga teacher did when someone was not on time in one of his punishments.
I was running all around and was freaking out. Guys its 1 minute until the yoga class is over. “WHAT” they both screamed with terror. The yoga room was on the other side of the building. We rushed through hallways and ran as fast as we could. My lungs were screaming for air but I couldn’t stop to take a breath or else I’ll get late.
Finally we reached there on time. I was panting and very tired. When something terrible happened. I saw that the kids were playing a game. The first time ever that cruel yoga teacher was making them play a game. I don’t care if it was a stupid game. But a game was a game. I missed a good yoga class. I could’ve missed it next time. I remembered about all the treacherous Yoga classes that happened to me. “Really” I mumbled “Out of all the treacherous yoga classes I missed one which was cool, AGH.”
SPECIAL YOGA CLASS By Abhisumat Pattnaik
I could feel the sweat in my body. My friend came running to me and “GOAL” he shouted as he jumped. It was a hot sunny day. I was in third grade and was playing soccer with my friends.
I was hoping one thing won’t happen. The bell won’t ring because after recess was yoga. I hated yoga more than anything in my life even more than my annoying sister (who vomited on me once). Partly because we have to do different postures and stuff, and partly because of my strict and arrogant Yoga instructor. He is a total mess. I mean he should not be a yoga instructor. He should be a lecturer in a sloppy college or something like that. He always scolds the most innocent people you’ll ever find. He punishes you for every small mistake you do. And even if you learn a new thing or do a great job on your assignments he doesn’t even say good or something like that. I do yoga in a lackadaisical manner. Not only me the whole class does.
Anyway, my hope went wrong. I heard the deafening sound of the bell. “DARN IT” I murmured. I was walking down the hall when something happened for which I wanted to shout in the yoga instructor’s ears (get detention). My friend told that he was told by his friend that the yoga instructor had gone on a meeting.
My eyes lit up “Hurrah” I said. Then I ran to the yoga room to check if there was someone in there. And sure enough there was no one. I almost forgot that my friend was beside me. I looked at him and started running all over the place and playing tag. When…
I heard some footsteps not me and my friend’s footsteps. Somebody else’s footsteps. I went to peek on the door when I saw a familiar face. After that I was inside the room finding a place to hide. Well, before I could hide I saw someone coming in. The muscular man with freckles on his face. THE YOGA INSTRUCTOR. I was almost gonna faint by seeing the anger in his face. He came in and growled “IF YOU WANT TO RUN GO TO THE FIELD AND COME BACK”.I don’t know what made me do that but I smiled. I think I did that because it was not such a bad punishment if you compare it with the other punishments he gave the whole class. But when I smiled he thought I was upto something, he assigned a sincere boy to look after us.
The boy the instructor had sent loves soccer, in fact he is a soccer fan. I was pretty sure it would be easy to convince him to play soccer. There was no way I was going to run 15 rounds. Even if I was in the mood of running which I won’t ever be in. I won’t listen to the yoga teacher and his punishments. I went to the boy and asked him “Hey, wanna play soccer?” his eyes lit up “Yeah sure, why not. Bu-bu-bu... But what about the punishment he gave you guys.” “Leave it alone let’s play soccer who cares about that.” Then, I assured that he doesn’t say that to the yoga instructor.
Then I, my friend and the kid who had to keep an eye on me were playing soccer. All of us were enjoying our game. I had never played with that kid. And man let me tell you he plays soccer BETTER THAN ME. “Yay” I was shouting all the time. You don’t know how happy I was to skip a yoga class. Then I took a glance at my watch. My expression changed from joyful to terrified. It was a minute until the yoga class was over. I remembered about what the yoga teacher did when someone was not on time in one of his punishments.
I was running all around and was freaking out. Guys its 1 minute until the yoga class is over. “WHAT” they both screamed with terror. The yoga room was on the other side of the building. We rushed through hallways and ran as fast as we could. My lungs were screaming for air but I couldn’t stop to take a breath or else I’ll get late.
Finally we reached there on time. I was panting and very tired. When something terrible happened. I saw that the kids were playing a game. The first time ever that cruel yoga teacher was making them play a game. I don’t care if it was a stupid game. But a game was a game. I missed a good yoga class. I could’ve missed it next time. I remembered about all the treacherous Yoga classes that happened to me. “Really” I mumbled “Out of all the treacherous yoga classes I missed one which was cool, AGH.”