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Inexperience + Pride= Shame

The Ski Trip at Mount Ruapehu was filled with funny stories of embarrassing crashes, battle scars and wet clothing. My own particular Tale Of Humiliation was quite a funny one that cracked a smile on even the most humourless of people.

Being the inexperienced skier that I am, I stupidly wound up in the “Next Step” group for my ski lesson. There were three groups: Beginners (self-explanatory), Next Step (for those who have skied before and are ready to take things further) and Explorers (experienced skiers and snowboarders). Because I’ve skied before- once before, five years ago- I was put into the Next Step group. Right away I knew I was out of my league, firstly I couldn’t remember how to even get my skis on, and then once I had that sorted I lost control of my skis (because I couldn’t remember how to stop) on flat snow and took out some poor innocent snowboarder in the line for the chair lifts. I apologised profusely, and, bless his heart, he offered me a hand up and once I was upright I quickly proceeded to slide forward and fall over again. I sat there feeling disheartened and in despair because I knew I should be back in the beginners class, but stupid me, I had too much pride to turn around and head back down to Happy Valley. After another bout of profuse apologies, the nice snowboarder offered me a hand a second time and I took it but at the same time grumbled “thanks, I’ll probably just fall over again though…”

I managed to get to the chair lifts somehow and head on up the mountain to our group lesson. The further the chair lift went, the more I regretted not heading back down to Happy Valley because I realised just how far away I was at that point. The chair lift ride took quite a while, four or five minutes probably and it began to dawn on me that I’d managed to successfully get ON the chair lift, now the next problem was getting OFF it. The fear in my chest rose and I started to formulate a game plan as the little foot-high slope that you slide off the chair lift and down came into view. I managed to get off it without hurting anyone and slid over to the rest of the group and after that I felt my confidence start to come back. It was a short lived feeling though.

The ski instructor came over to us and introduced himself, he asked us to all introduce ourselves as well and then said we were going to ski to the top of quite a small slope that was just behind us so he could get us to show him how good we were. That’s when the next problem presented itself- I couldn’t move. It was quite funny going from being unable to stop on a flat slope to being unable to get moving. The rest of the group trudged onwards whilst I was left there flailing around unsuccessfully until the instructor grabbed my arm and dragged me over to the rope tow. I was pulled up to the top of the slope along with the rest of the group and the instructor followed. He said he wanted us to zig-zag down the slope, and he went first to demonstrate. The familiar feeling of horror returned because I had no idea how to do that and it only got worse as I watched my group do it with ease, one by one. I waited until the end because I wanted to put off my turn for as long as possible, but then my turn came and I knew I was going to embarrass myself.

I set off, obviously with the best of intentions, and wound up HOONING down the mountain at high speed in a straight line and was horrified when I skied straight past the rest of the group and remembered I didn’t know how to stop. In an effort to “zig-zag” I fell over on my side and did a somersault for a few metres before coming to a grinding halt. I felt my face go red with embarrassment and I looked up back at the group to see them all staring at me, “not exactly the most graceful landing!” I said whole-heartedly in an effort to regain some of my dignity. No such luck. I can’t remember how but I ended up back with the group (they may have skied over to me), and then the ski instructor introduced me to another ski instructor whose name I couldn’t pronounce or remember, and insisted on how great she was and said he thought I’d be better off with her. I gratefully accepted a position in her ski class as I couldn’t bear anymore shame in front of my current group.

I went off with the new instructor and watched my old group ski off to the distance to take on Rocky Garden and I was instantly grateful that I didn’t continue on with them.
It was then that I realised that I was now in a beginner’s class with seven and eight year olds… Great. I felt even MORE embarrassed at the drills we were made to do, but it did feel good being the best in the group and I managed to pick everything up quite quickly. Through the embarrassment of being in a group with such a young general age, I actually learnt a lot and when it came time to catch up with my initial group, I was able to do most of what they could! So thank you, ski-instructor whose name I can’t remember or pronounce, despite the humiliation it was very worthwhile.

Needless to say, I still wiped out at every corner of Rocky Garden on the way down to Happy Valley, but I’m sure my wipe-outs would’ve been far worse without the lesson I participated in, no matter how shameful it was 🙂

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August 14, 2010 at 6:14 am Leave a comment

Exciting Holidays!!!

Apologies for being absent over the last couple of weeks, but I’ve been seriously preoccupied with my AMAZING holidays that I’ve been having 😀 I came down to Hamilton on Monday (one week ago) and spent three days with my Nana and Poppa, and a glorious three days it was…

When I arrived in Hamilton I was really reaaallly sick with some sort of Flu. I was having horrid symptoms and the bus trip over was tedious and I felt really nauseas from the flu, it was so so nice to go to Nana’s and have a nice, delicious hot meal waiting for me and have someone to take care of me. I loved the relaxing and quiet environment, it was a really great was to relax and de-stress after one incredibly hectic term.

On Thursday I went up to Auckland with Mum, Mark and my friend Lily to go to Rainbows End (theme park) and Ice Skating! Here are some photos of the highlights:

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The Arcade.

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Lily and I waiting in line for the Bumper Cars.

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Lily and I waiting in line at the Motor Boat rides.

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A super excited me to be going to the Log Flume after not having gone on it since I was a small child.

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Sam and his ENORMOUS candyfloss.

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Then I decide to face my crazy-intense fear of heights and do the unthinkable…. Ride the FEAR FALL!

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That’s at the top. 18 STOREYS!!

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A photo I took that I love of the Roller Coaster.

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We saw some AMAZINGLY talented Asian acrobats.

After Rainbows End we headed off to our hotel to relax and decide what we were going to do for the rest of the day and what we were going to have for dinner. We ended up walking about 3 Kilometers from our Hotel to the supermarket to get heaps of eats. I won’t recall what they were because they weren’t overly healthy… Haha.

Here’s the view from my room in the Hotel:

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We went ICE SKATING too which was an all new experience for me, I’ve never ever been before. It was freeezing inside, much colder than I expected, and it was an amazing environment to be in with professional skaters skating around and small children who’d had a lot of practice and were really really good.

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We were pretty excited to get on the Ice 😀

 

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I wasn’t very good… Lol. Mum said I needed to work on my “Gracefulness”

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We all enjoyed ourselves, and we were offered a free lesson…

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It was quite helpful and I learnt a lot. We also got an awesome demonstration from the Coach who’s a New Zealand Ice Skating Representative!! 😀 I was happy to leave though, I’d had enough of it.

We returned back to our Hotel room for lunch and then Mum, Lily and I went to Queen Street to go shopping. I experienced the incredibleness of my new favourite shop… Real Groovy. It is AMAZING!!!! It sells books, DVDs, Clothing and a whole bunch of other random stuff that you wouldn’t find anywhere else. The books, CDs and DVDS that they sell are things that nowhere else stock, so they have really rare items. Within the store there’s a vintage clothing shop called “Peachy Keen” and they sell absolutely incredible vintage clothing. Once we left we headed to another Road to find the other Peachy Keen store to shop for more clothing. I bought the cutest little vintage sweater I’ve ever seen. Later that afternoon we went to see Shrek Forever After in 3D and it was really good! I highly recommend it 🙂

 

I came back to Hamilton on Saturday morning and stayed the night with Nana again, then I went to Dad’s on Sunday and we went to go see Hamilton Operatic’s Miss Saigon and it was AMAZING!! My friend was in it and I was so happy to be able to go and watch him perform.

Today I went shopping and bought a great pair high-waisted shorts which I’m very very happy with and a nice warm jersey/jacket which I haven’t removed all day. I have so many awesome jackets, I think I may be obsessed lol.

Anyway, that’s the basic catch up of what I’ve been up to these holidays. I’ve recovered from the Flu happily enough and I plan to spend the next few days with my head down, studying for exams and completing two huge research projects that are due back at the start of term 2. I hope the rest of you are enjoying your holidays!

Goodnight!

xoxo

July 12, 2010 at 6:54 am Leave a comment

Final instalment of ACE 2010 recap!

Day 4

By now we were all really enjoying our time in Waiouru. It was once again up at 6 and into our morning routine, plus Breakfast. That morning we had the BEST presentations of the whole day 🙂 We were introduced to Armed Corps and Infantry!!! Bring on the tanks and big-ass guns!

I won’t share too much details about it because I’m not sure of how much I’m allowed to say about that on here, but OMIGOD, it was amazing. The best part of my entire week and I have never had such an awesome time. I learned so much and gained so many skills and a whole new respect for the talent the Soldiers and Officers all have. Kudos, Staff!

Anyway, after that we headed to the Mess for lunch. After lunch it was time for the fitness test. You guys will remember when I completed the initial fitness test? If not, you can read all about it here.  Well it was time for everyone to redo it. My ankle that I had rolled the previous day on the Assault course was really starting to hurt and I knew that running on it would be a bad idea so instead of completing the test, I was a road marker to direct everyone of where to go.

They were FAST man! The fastest guy was about, 7 minutes 58 seconds or so? At that wicked high altitude, he had busted out an insane time!! That was pretty awesome 🙂

I took pleasure in listening to everything the P.T.I had to say and observing his techniques and the way he taught the class. I was a sponge, absorbing all the relative information.

After the assault course we went to something awesome….

We marched out to the Taylor firing range in our Platoons to watch a firing demonstration by the Staff. It. Was. AWESOME!!! They were incredible! They demonstrated what it would be like if they were in a war on the front line. It was incredible to watch, I couldn’t take my eyes off it, they were so slick and so smooth with their movements and actions… It was totally inspiring.

The rest of the evening was pretty nice 🙂 We went to one more presentation after that which came from two current new recruits going through Basic Training. That was quite cool and quite funny, we asked heaps of questions and learnt some important things for those of us wanting to apply to join.

After that presentation we got the chance to go to the gift shop and buy some souvenirs. I bought a shirt that said “NZ ARMY” embroidered on the front.

From there, we went straight to the Mess for dinner and then to the Conference Hall for the closing ceremony. That was pretty sad, we were all sad to go and we had some fantastic laughs together, all the Staff said a few words about how they think we went. They were all really impressed by our progress and how far we’d come from when we arrived to when we left. We also were presented with our certificates by our regional recruiters, then it was back to the Barracks to complete some final chores and tasks to be ready to head off early in the morning.

I was looking forward to coming home but sad at the same time. I’d really begun to get used to the Army lifestyle and it worried me a little bit about heading back onto Civvy street and not knowing how to adjust back to that. All the same, the Barracks were immaculate that night and all our gear was packed and ready to go.

I didn’t sleep a wink that night for excitement.

Day 5

Day five, the final day… Wow, we were all in a bit of shock that this world we’d become so accustomed to was now going to be tipped upside down as we headed home. I was a bit nervous about going back to Civvy street, I was a little concerned by the lack of discipline and routine that I’d grown to love.
The morning began as usual, up at 6am, straight into fatigues and getting ready for the day. Although this day was a little bit different because we were to remove all the sheets from our bed and our pillow case, fold them all neatly and place them outside our door. We were to fold up all the rest of our blankets and duvet and leave them in a neat and tidy pile at the end of our bed. After that, we needed to double check that all our bags were packed and we were ready to go.
At 0650 hours we were to be downstairs, formed up in our platoons, dressed in our Number One’s to head to the Mess for breakfast.
Breakfast was a bit sad because it was the last one we’d be having there. We marched back to our Barracks afterwards and were instructed to go upstairs, finish our fatigues, make 100% sure our Barracks were clean and tidy and then bring all our luggage downstairs and line them up in our regions.
After that there was a bit of a wait for our buses to arrive, it gave us all an opportunity to reflect on the week and discuss whether or not we’d be joining the Army after the ACE.
At roughly 8.45am, the bus for my region arrived and we were instructed to load our luggage on. From there we had a small wait before we were allowed to get on. Once we did I managed to score a good seat up the front, I love watching scenery whilst travelling.
We waved goodbye to everyone and drove off, we knew that in two hours we’d all be meeting up again in Taupo. I really enjoyed the trip to Taupo, the scenery was amazing and I was able to reflect on the awesome week I’d had. Even though the first two days were really hard, it got easier once you learned the rules and got used to the routine.
In Taupo we met up with the other 2 buses for lunch. Lunch was AWESOME!!! We each got a foot long subway sandwich and a pump bottle of water! Sweet!!!
We enjoyed our food, then we were given the opportunity to say our final goodbyes before heading onwards on our journey. We left Taupo at approximately 11.20am.
Next stop was Rotorua, I slept quite a bit through that leg of the trip, I had much sleep to catch up on that I lost during the week!
After dropping off a few people in Rotorua, there were only a few of us left to head to Tauranga. We were all starting to feel excited about seeing our families again.
We arrived in Tauranga at about 2pm and it was great to pull into the Army Recruiting Hall and see my Mum sitting there waiting for me. We unloaded our luggage, were given final instructions and said our final goodbyes to Captain Copeland and Sergeant Te Kani before we headed our separate ways. Mum and I headed off to get coffee and catch up.
I had a BLAST at the Army, but it felt great to be back with my family.

Army Careers Experience 2010. Challenging physically, mentally and emotionally. It tests who you are and your self-discipline. You learn things about yourself you never knew before.
The punishments are tough but the rewards are great.
It’s not for the faint of heart!

So… Have you got what it takes?

April 13, 2010 at 10:13 am Leave a comment

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