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What it takes to be good at gymnastics

To be good at both rhythmic and artistic gymnastics you need to be really dedicated to practicing 6-7 days a week. To be good you need to be really flexible,really fit and most importantly enjoy it.

When practicing you will normally have a coach and a team with you. To get good and know the routine you have to practice over and over again. Sometimes it might hurt but get back up again. The apparatus is the beam,floor,vault and bar the boys also use the rings. Practice is the most important thing to do.

When competing and practicing the outfits are always the same the girls wear leotards and the boys wear a tunic top,shorts or longs. You can't wear socks or shoes. Your outfit has you country or colours of your country's flag on it.

When competing you wear chalk on your hands to help give you grip.chalk is mostly used on the bar and rings. When judging the judges give a score out of ten, they are looking for your errors,precision and generally how well you do. To get to this stage you will have to be in the best shape. The medals are given out the same as every other sport. Each grade gets a 1st 2nd and 3rd.there is normally 2 or 3 judges for each apparatus.

Gymnastics is actually a really hard sport to do. You probably need to do it for a few years before your good enough to compete. Practice really does make perfect.
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Term 3 Goals

To tell my peers that I need to finish my work


To learn how to calculate area
To learn how to make different graphs

Geometry

Concrete Jungle.

This is a sad sad story about my lonely trip in space. I have no one around to keep me company. I am so bored I just can't figure out how to get home. Having nothing to do gets boring. I can see the space station out of my window but no one seems to be there. Space is the loneliest place ever.

I have been in space for 65 years now since the 1960s. The stars are sparkling diamonds in the sky. The galaxy is stretched out before me. It is a kettle of fish being here and not on the lovely welcoming earth. I am as old and as forgotten as an ancient treasure. I can also see the milky way from my window. There are lots of meteors going past my window. The stars are so beautiful I love the way they shine.

Suddenly I feel a jolt I am heading down to earth. Now I am landing "yes" I can see my family and friends. The landing is as rocky as a cliff face. The landing is a raging bull rampaging through everything in its path. I fall out. Sleepily I get up yawn and go for a walk. Being in space is definitely a horse of a different colour. I love the smell of fresh air. Once I have landed I look at my rocket it is destroyed.

The world is now as bare and as boring as the colour grey. The world is now a disaster zone. I feel like a fish out of water. Space now seems more welcoming then here. It is eerily quiet there is no noise at all. It looks abandoned like no one has lived here forever. Devastated I walk away from my destroyed rocket. Walking away makes me realise how much I miss space. Earth used to be big bustling bright beautiful booming and busy but now it is bare bland barren and boring. The world is so grey and looks like it goes forever.

I miss my family I wish I was able to see them again. Slowly I look around all sad and then a tear trickled down my face. I am a sad little chimpanzee. My owner,family and friends are a distant memory. I wish I could see my owner's lovely face again. Now nothing will be able to make me happy.