stinkypoodangle
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does anybody have any they would like to share. anything will help cause i have to write an 8 page paper on it by friday.
Essays on skiing
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shitthewhat
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how about you write an essay on something important rather then about skiing.
maybe about cultural/social issues?
the point of writing an essay is to learn about something then articulate what you have learned and form an opinion on paper.
maybe about cultural/social issues?
the point of writing an essay is to learn about something then articulate what you have learned and form an opinion on paper.
Yea people try this all the time. Idk writing about skiing seems pretty shitty if you ask me. Skiing isn't supposed to be this formal essay topic type sport. I think sports essays in general are shitty. Pick a topic that requires a lot of explaining to take up like the first half of the paper, then how to solve it or deal with it. Like some sort of world problem or issue, or amybe an event. Especially for 8 pages man.
Desjardins
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ive written my fair share of skiing essays, but tis hard to write about it, casue its more of a sport that you show and talk about then write about, thats why most books about skiing suck
pwallstreet
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^^ hey two above this^
that shit was deep man good call, im crying at it leve
excuse me right now im on weed
that shit was deep man good call, im crying at it leve
excuse me right now im on weed
fappy
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here's the first part of one I wrote when I was in 10th grade. i have to search to find the second part:
As noon approached, a winter sun began it's ascent high into the air. The fact that it was a bluebird day and the ground was covered in a foot of fresh, white snow made it's gleam all that much more powerful.
The camera shifts to a lavish condominium in the Utah backcountry. A knock on the door to the master bedroom. Tanner Hall, freeskiing's poster boy and vigilante, shifts in his half sleepy, half hungover state. Suddenly, CR Johnson bursts into the room!
"Yo, nig! Let's get a move on! Chad's is calling!"
"Hugghhh...huuuh..alright, alright I'm comin'."
Tanner sits up in his bed. He glances over at the semi-nude body of Sarah Burke next to him. Her large, firm breasts cut a parting swath in the air. Her deeply brown nipples have extended to 3x their original size, mostly as a result of Tanner fucking ripping out the condo's heating controls in a drunken rage the other night.
Her body shivers. "Tanner, you leaving?"
"Yeah, we're hitting up Chad's today."
"Before you go..."
"......"
"Just a quick pound?"
The camera shifts to Chad's Gap, an enormous transition of more than 100 feet. Tanner, CR, and fellow gang members of C-Crew are just lampin' near the jump, smoking some bleezies. Kristi Leskinen, meanwhile, toils underneath the sun, building and packing the booter to perfection.
"Ayo, hoe, when's that shit gonna be finished?" Laughter follows.
Kristi finally stands up and proclaims with an obvious sense of accomplishment:
"There! Finished!"
"Well it looks like SHIT! AHAHAHA!!"
Laughing uncontrollably, C-Crew proceeds to flick their burning roaches at Kristi, severely burning her arms. Running down the hill, crying, she runs into the arms of a waiting ski patroller, disappearing from view.
Tanner suddenly taps CR and points to a crew of snowboarders approaching. A bird call sounds out! Then a moose call! Then....
"MMM, MUDDAFUCKAS!!!"
It can't be, but.......it is! It's Mark Montoya! Montoya rolls up to C-Crew with a pack of cronies closely behind.
He glares at Tanner.
"Nice poles, bitch."
Tanner quickly does a nifty trick of snapping out of his skis, and hops up.
"Yo, MFM, let's do this shit right now!"
"Who the fuck is MFM?? Didn't you Chronsky bitches hear? I'm now known as MMM!"
"Wtf? MMM?"
"Mark Muddafuckin' Montoya!!!!"
Montoya and his friends peace the fuck out of there, paying careful attention to shred snow in all of the skiiers' faces. Humiliation! CR jumps up ready to ski after the boarders and pole-fuck the shit out of them, but calm, golden boy Tanner chills him down.
"Let's just start hitting this gap. I'll roll first."
At the top of the in-run, Tanner gives the signal to the photographers and crew below that he's about to reck this shit.
Flying down the path, switch of course, he launches off the kicker, throwing his shoulders into a steezy 900.
But wait....something's amiss. Something strange is happening. Midway through, Tanner appears to have stopped committing to his spin.
BOOM! Tanner's legs slam hard into the lip of the transition! Like a ragdoll, he flies up in the air and flips several times on the snow, before sliding to a stop 100 feet below! His body shakes uncontrollably. Suddenly, his voice pierces the air:
"TOES...My toes...Broke...My toes are broken! I got broken toes!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Madness ensues. Photographers, awaiting Ski Patrol and C-Crew all hurry down the slope to meet Tanner's motionless body.
The first to arrive at the scene is veteran patroller Hank Jones.
"Tanner, Tanner, fuck.....What hurts?"
Tanner has a blank stare on his face. He slowly looks up to Jones...
"Psyche. C-Crew, bitch. C-Crew."
As noon approached, a winter sun began it's ascent high into the air. The fact that it was a bluebird day and the ground was covered in a foot of fresh, white snow made it's gleam all that much more powerful.
The camera shifts to a lavish condominium in the Utah backcountry. A knock on the door to the master bedroom. Tanner Hall, freeskiing's poster boy and vigilante, shifts in his half sleepy, half hungover state. Suddenly, CR Johnson bursts into the room!
"Yo, nig! Let's get a move on! Chad's is calling!"
"Hugghhh...huuuh..alright, alright I'm comin'."
Tanner sits up in his bed. He glances over at the semi-nude body of Sarah Burke next to him. Her large, firm breasts cut a parting swath in the air. Her deeply brown nipples have extended to 3x their original size, mostly as a result of Tanner fucking ripping out the condo's heating controls in a drunken rage the other night.
Her body shivers. "Tanner, you leaving?"
"Yeah, we're hitting up Chad's today."
"Before you go..."
"......"
"Just a quick pound?"
The camera shifts to Chad's Gap, an enormous transition of more than 100 feet. Tanner, CR, and fellow gang members of C-Crew are just lampin' near the jump, smoking some bleezies. Kristi Leskinen, meanwhile, toils underneath the sun, building and packing the booter to perfection.
"Ayo, hoe, when's that shit gonna be finished?" Laughter follows.
Kristi finally stands up and proclaims with an obvious sense of accomplishment:
"There! Finished!"
"Well it looks like SHIT! AHAHAHA!!"
Laughing uncontrollably, C-Crew proceeds to flick their burning roaches at Kristi, severely burning her arms. Running down the hill, crying, she runs into the arms of a waiting ski patroller, disappearing from view.
Tanner suddenly taps CR and points to a crew of snowboarders approaching. A bird call sounds out! Then a moose call! Then....
"MMM, MUDDAFUCKAS!!!"
It can't be, but.......it is! It's Mark Montoya! Montoya rolls up to C-Crew with a pack of cronies closely behind.
He glares at Tanner.
"Nice poles, bitch."
Tanner quickly does a nifty trick of snapping out of his skis, and hops up.
"Yo, MFM, let's do this shit right now!"
"Who the fuck is MFM?? Didn't you Chronsky bitches hear? I'm now known as MMM!"
"Wtf? MMM?"
"Mark Muddafuckin' Montoya!!!!"
Montoya and his friends peace the fuck out of there, paying careful attention to shred snow in all of the skiiers' faces. Humiliation! CR jumps up ready to ski after the boarders and pole-fuck the shit out of them, but calm, golden boy Tanner chills him down.
"Let's just start hitting this gap. I'll roll first."
At the top of the in-run, Tanner gives the signal to the photographers and crew below that he's about to reck this shit.
Flying down the path, switch of course, he launches off the kicker, throwing his shoulders into a steezy 900.
But wait....something's amiss. Something strange is happening. Midway through, Tanner appears to have stopped committing to his spin.
BOOM! Tanner's legs slam hard into the lip of the transition! Like a ragdoll, he flies up in the air and flips several times on the snow, before sliding to a stop 100 feet below! His body shakes uncontrollably. Suddenly, his voice pierces the air:
"TOES...My toes...Broke...My toes are broken! I got broken toes!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Madness ensues. Photographers, awaiting Ski Patrol and C-Crew all hurry down the slope to meet Tanner's motionless body.
The first to arrive at the scene is veteran patroller Hank Jones.
"Tanner, Tanner, fuck.....What hurts?"
Tanner has a blank stare on his face. He slowly looks up to Jones...
"Psyche. C-Crew, bitch. C-Crew."
shitthewhat
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someday i will become rich and famous when i develop a way to stab people in the face over the internet.
*i<3snow*
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whenever i write poems i do them on skiing. Like, the 'feeling' it brings and what not.
actually for this one impromptu essay i proved how skiing has taught me a lesson about life. I included things like, the friends i gained from it, the goals you have to set, staying committed and never giving up and what not. It was actually really good i got a high score on it.
But for a long paper, i honestly dont know what kind of thesis you would write...
actually for this one impromptu essay i proved how skiing has taught me a lesson about life. I included things like, the friends i gained from it, the goals you have to set, staying committed and never giving up and what not. It was actually really good i got a high score on it.
But for a long paper, i honestly dont know what kind of thesis you would write...
Polar_Bear
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ur screwd man. just take some shit off of a website
fappy
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here's part of the second part:
Hank Jones, the veteran ski patroller just simply stares at Tanner, incredulous and astounded. How...how...why would someone fake such an injury?! What an asshole!
The rest of C-Crew quickly switch butters down the slope to Tanner, who by now is laughing his goddamn ass off. Hand pounds and props are exchanged throughout.
"Mayng, Tanner you fooled everyone!"
"I loved that shit, kid! 'Psyche, bitch.'"
"Hahahaha, yeah I've been planning it for a couple years now. You know...just to fuck with people."
CR then speaks up: "Tanny baby, we should head out now, some posers are going to trash the jump." He nods and points towards an unnoticed group of skiiers hiking the gap.
Tanner nods in agreement and starts to gather his shit up. Just as they are heading out, Tanner sneaks a quick glance back towards the gap. Damn! One of those same kids who had just been hiking frontflipped that shit! Pretty good!
The camera moves to the entrance of a nightclub in downtown Salt Lake City. A bouncer stands outside cracking his knuckles menacingly. He's black, he's in Utah, and he's not happy.
Across the street, Tanner Hall, freeskiing's godson, hops out of a sleek, black Escalade. He's accompanied by CR Johnson, Pep Fujas and fellow members of C-Crew. If 'hot shit' was an actual definition, each would have an entry underneath it in the dictionary.
Suddenly, as Tanner walks towards the nightclub entrance, it happens. An enormous case of deja vu. Hanging just below the nightclub sign, is a banner that reads "WELCOME NEWSCHOOLERS.COM MEMBERS!"
And just like that, the deja vu disappears. Tanner, being the calm-headed golden boy that he is, figures that the nightclub is having a party for the famous newschoolers.com website, an online freeskiing community. Although he'd heard of the site numerous times, for the past year or so, he'd always felt a strong connection whenever it was mentioned by C-Crew members.
Shaking this notion off, him and the rest of the group stroll into the club. Pep and Rory figure they might as well go get some drinks, so they all begin to roll up to the bar.
Tanner passes by a younger guy talking to a tight blonde with some DSL to rival Angelina Jolie. The guy vaguely reminds Tanner of Ron Jeremy, although he doesn't look like him at all. Strange. As he passes him, he hears their conversation:
"Hey, I really like you. Let's head back to my place, OK?"
"Sure, but I have to warn you that I nearly broke my cock falling down some stairs..."
Tanner and C-Crew finally reach the bar, after wading through a sea of people. They then proceed to do the only other thing they know better than skiing: lampin'. Suddenly, a sharp mic sound pierces the air. Everyone groans and then turns towards a man standing at center stage.
"Sorry guys and gals. This sound set-up blows. Anyways, I'd like to welcome you all to our first annual Newschoolers party! You know me as Cam, and I'd like to also thank the other folks that helped put this event together as well: Capurnicus, Kev, JibRemix, and the rest of the mods. Now let's FUCKING PARTY!!!!"
Suddenly, the lights dim and a projector screen rolls down at the center stage where Cam had been standing. A video begans to play. The quality is grainy and poorly shot, but there's no dispute over what's on it....
A young teenage girl is playing with her breasts. Large ones, at that. The crowd erupts in a mixture of applause, laughter, and jeering! A young man walks up to Tanner, slaps him on the back, points to the video and proclaims, "Like I've been saying underneath all those picture posts....I would!!!"
However, Tanner's gaze is too focused on the girl in the video. He finds her vaguely familiar.
All of a sudden, a loud shriek is heard above the noise. The same girl on the video, although much older and even more shapely if possible, tears out of the club as fast as she can. Seeing her in person, Tanner remembers that he took a picture with her and her twin one night.
Damn, Tanner thinks, this party ain't so bad after all. Little did he know that the party would get even crazier as the night went on...
Hank Jones, the veteran ski patroller just simply stares at Tanner, incredulous and astounded. How...how...why would someone fake such an injury?! What an asshole!
The rest of C-Crew quickly switch butters down the slope to Tanner, who by now is laughing his goddamn ass off. Hand pounds and props are exchanged throughout.
"Mayng, Tanner you fooled everyone!"
"I loved that shit, kid! 'Psyche, bitch.'"
"Hahahaha, yeah I've been planning it for a couple years now. You know...just to fuck with people."
CR then speaks up: "Tanny baby, we should head out now, some posers are going to trash the jump." He nods and points towards an unnoticed group of skiiers hiking the gap.
Tanner nods in agreement and starts to gather his shit up. Just as they are heading out, Tanner sneaks a quick glance back towards the gap. Damn! One of those same kids who had just been hiking frontflipped that shit! Pretty good!
The camera moves to the entrance of a nightclub in downtown Salt Lake City. A bouncer stands outside cracking his knuckles menacingly. He's black, he's in Utah, and he's not happy.
Across the street, Tanner Hall, freeskiing's godson, hops out of a sleek, black Escalade. He's accompanied by CR Johnson, Pep Fujas and fellow members of C-Crew. If 'hot shit' was an actual definition, each would have an entry underneath it in the dictionary.
Suddenly, as Tanner walks towards the nightclub entrance, it happens. An enormous case of deja vu. Hanging just below the nightclub sign, is a banner that reads "WELCOME NEWSCHOOLERS.COM MEMBERS!"
And just like that, the deja vu disappears. Tanner, being the calm-headed golden boy that he is, figures that the nightclub is having a party for the famous newschoolers.com website, an online freeskiing community. Although he'd heard of the site numerous times, for the past year or so, he'd always felt a strong connection whenever it was mentioned by C-Crew members.
Shaking this notion off, him and the rest of the group stroll into the club. Pep and Rory figure they might as well go get some drinks, so they all begin to roll up to the bar.
Tanner passes by a younger guy talking to a tight blonde with some DSL to rival Angelina Jolie. The guy vaguely reminds Tanner of Ron Jeremy, although he doesn't look like him at all. Strange. As he passes him, he hears their conversation:
"Hey, I really like you. Let's head back to my place, OK?"
"Sure, but I have to warn you that I nearly broke my cock falling down some stairs..."
Tanner and C-Crew finally reach the bar, after wading through a sea of people. They then proceed to do the only other thing they know better than skiing: lampin'. Suddenly, a sharp mic sound pierces the air. Everyone groans and then turns towards a man standing at center stage.
"Sorry guys and gals. This sound set-up blows. Anyways, I'd like to welcome you all to our first annual Newschoolers party! You know me as Cam, and I'd like to also thank the other folks that helped put this event together as well: Capurnicus, Kev, JibRemix, and the rest of the mods. Now let's FUCKING PARTY!!!!"
Suddenly, the lights dim and a projector screen rolls down at the center stage where Cam had been standing. A video begans to play. The quality is grainy and poorly shot, but there's no dispute over what's on it....
A young teenage girl is playing with her breasts. Large ones, at that. The crowd erupts in a mixture of applause, laughter, and jeering! A young man walks up to Tanner, slaps him on the back, points to the video and proclaims, "Like I've been saying underneath all those picture posts....I would!!!"
However, Tanner's gaze is too focused on the girl in the video. He finds her vaguely familiar.
All of a sudden, a loud shriek is heard above the noise. The same girl on the video, although much older and even more shapely if possible, tears out of the club as fast as she can. Seeing her in person, Tanner remembers that he took a picture with her and her twin one night.
Damn, Tanner thinks, this party ain't so bad after all. Little did he know that the party would get even crazier as the night went on...
holyDINOSAURS
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....haha wow
bangarangmules
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wow thats awesome, put up some more
fappy
Active member
fuck, i didn't mean to post that in italics. i keep finding just random parts of this story i wrote, so here's the next part:
Tanner sits back on his bar stool, watching fellow C-Crew members Pep and CR dancing with some females. The group comes back to the bar to get some drinks, so Pep and CR introduce Tanner to their newest accomplishments in their ever growing list of "Pro-Hoes". Incidentally, CR is 13 names behind Pep, but Rainville's got everyone beat, including Tanner.
"Yo, T-hall these are the fine women we just met on the dance floor. This one is...."
The short, brown-haired girl puts out her hand for Tanner to shake.
"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm known on NS as ThisAngelicRage. Tee-hee."
A slender, dirty-blonde haired woman steps up and almost falls into Tanner's lap.
"Sorry! I've had alooooooot to drink tonight! Anyways, I'm known as SkiSchweitzer. HAHAHAHAHA, OMFG, did I really just say that? HAHAHA!! I meant SchweitzerSki!! LOL!"
Tanner smiles weakly. Easy pickins'.
The brown-haired girl turns to her companion with excitement. Her auditory range was just high enough for Tanner to hear above the noise.
"WOW, did you hear?! AtlantaSki was finally banned!"
At that moment, Tanner's world slipped into complete confusion. It was as if all of the deja vu he had been having for the past year slowly began to fade back to him and fit into a puzzle. He was just putting the pieces together when he remembered back to the night he had drink a 1/5th of Jack. Straight. While bangin' Ashley Battersby.
A little less than a year ago, he had logged on to Newschoolers, completely drunk and stoned. He had been feeling reallll good that night and been wanting to check out NS, so he figured why not now? He didn't want a bunch of people swarming his ass though since he was a freeskiing god. Hell, he couldn't even answer all of his fan mail.
So he picked the most obscure screename possible. One to draw the attention away from him completely. Well, he thought, skiing is pretty common so I'll just blend in with that. Hmmm, he still needed something to completely separate himself from any kind of attention. (Ironic? Completely). He remembered incoporating the word 'Atlanta' because he wasn't from the south and fuck if he ever went to the south. He was fucked up too, which is probably a more legitimate reason.
Regardless, Atlanta + Skiing = ATLANTASKI
Tanner Hall was ATLANTASKI.
Of course, Tanner is only astounded by the deja vu that had come full circle with his revelation and not with how iconic his screename had become to NS members. But he would eventually learn that.
He turns to the girl, whom he knows only by her screename.
"He-hey, AngelicRage or whatever...I-I'm ATLANTASKI...I made that...what do you mean banned?"
The girl simply stares at him. Then she laughs.
"What the fuck are you talking about? You aren't ATLANTASKI. Good one."
"No-no, see I really am caus-"
"DUDE! Shut up! It's not funny, you're not ATLANTASKI, ok? He fucked over Newschoolers, so just stop pretending!"
Tanner's emotions get the better of the him. He screams over the noise at her.
"What the fuck is wrong with you??!! I just fucking told you! I AM ATLANTASKI! FUCK!"
The music stops. The dancing stops. And all eyes turn towards Tanner standing near the bar.
Tanner sits back on his bar stool, watching fellow C-Crew members Pep and CR dancing with some females. The group comes back to the bar to get some drinks, so Pep and CR introduce Tanner to their newest accomplishments in their ever growing list of "Pro-Hoes". Incidentally, CR is 13 names behind Pep, but Rainville's got everyone beat, including Tanner.
"Yo, T-hall these are the fine women we just met on the dance floor. This one is...."
The short, brown-haired girl puts out her hand for Tanner to shake.
"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm known on NS as ThisAngelicRage. Tee-hee."
A slender, dirty-blonde haired woman steps up and almost falls into Tanner's lap.
"Sorry! I've had alooooooot to drink tonight! Anyways, I'm known as SkiSchweitzer. HAHAHAHAHA, OMFG, did I really just say that? HAHAHA!! I meant SchweitzerSki!! LOL!"
Tanner smiles weakly. Easy pickins'.
The brown-haired girl turns to her companion with excitement. Her auditory range was just high enough for Tanner to hear above the noise.
"WOW, did you hear?! AtlantaSki was finally banned!"
At that moment, Tanner's world slipped into complete confusion. It was as if all of the deja vu he had been having for the past year slowly began to fade back to him and fit into a puzzle. He was just putting the pieces together when he remembered back to the night he had drink a 1/5th of Jack. Straight. While bangin' Ashley Battersby.
A little less than a year ago, he had logged on to Newschoolers, completely drunk and stoned. He had been feeling reallll good that night and been wanting to check out NS, so he figured why not now? He didn't want a bunch of people swarming his ass though since he was a freeskiing god. Hell, he couldn't even answer all of his fan mail.
So he picked the most obscure screename possible. One to draw the attention away from him completely. Well, he thought, skiing is pretty common so I'll just blend in with that. Hmmm, he still needed something to completely separate himself from any kind of attention. (Ironic? Completely). He remembered incoporating the word 'Atlanta' because he wasn't from the south and fuck if he ever went to the south. He was fucked up too, which is probably a more legitimate reason.
Regardless, Atlanta + Skiing = ATLANTASKI
Tanner Hall was ATLANTASKI.
Of course, Tanner is only astounded by the deja vu that had come full circle with his revelation and not with how iconic his screename had become to NS members. But he would eventually learn that.
He turns to the girl, whom he knows only by her screename.
"He-hey, AngelicRage or whatever...I-I'm ATLANTASKI...I made that...what do you mean banned?"
The girl simply stares at him. Then she laughs.
"What the fuck are you talking about? You aren't ATLANTASKI. Good one."
"No-no, see I really am caus-"
"DUDE! Shut up! It's not funny, you're not ATLANTASKI, ok? He fucked over Newschoolers, so just stop pretending!"
Tanner's emotions get the better of the him. He screams over the noise at her.
"What the fuck is wrong with you??!! I just fucking told you! I AM ATLANTASKI! FUCK!"
The music stops. The dancing stops. And all eyes turn towards Tanner standing near the bar.
parkerhouse
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shit, i'm into this, post more!
parkerhouse
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this deserves to be read by the world
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