I love snow! I’ve been around it my whole life. My dad has
been a skier since he was young and naturally he passed it onto me; the moment I
turned 5 my dad got be on the two skis and basically pushed me down the hill. Ever
since then, from the months of Novemberishh to early March my feet are glued to
those long wooden boards. I even took up snowboarding a few years ago so I could
spend even longer in the snow and mixing things up. Even during a school week,
my dad or my older brother will take me up to Massachusetts to get some night
skiing/snowboarding in.
Over the
years I have become more committed and eager to better my winter sporting
skills. My dad and siblings have pushed me to becoming better and better and to
push my limits, which keeps me motivated. Because to get better at this sport,
you need to constantly practice to better and keep up everything you have
learned.
Yet, I was
never allowed to leave the house until my schoolwork had been done, and if I hadn't
finished by the time everyone was leaving, I would have to stay home (though I constantly
thought this was a bluff, I've
been left home too many times to count) and with
this, it doesn't affect anyone but me, so this is one incentive my parents used
to make me get my work done.
But there
is one thing in life that, no matter what, you will do anything to go do. Like I
would suffer through hours of homework just to go to the mountain with my
friends or family. And if I want to continue skiing in college I am going to
have to be caught up with my homework way in advance to leave early and head up
to up state or Massachusetts. And if really means a lot to me, it will motivate
me to get all my stuff done.
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