Persuasive Writing

Essay
Imagine if you had to sit on the sidelines and do nothing while watching your family play a fun sport? Wouldn’t you feel not included from everyone else? This is how people with disabilities feel. We need to make sports more accessible for all people, no matter their limitations.

We need to make sports accessible for all people no matter their limitations so that they can play the sport. One solution would be to provide special equipment that allows them to play. One example of something we can make is a wheelchair that we can program so the person can tell it to run and get the ball. Another example is we could make a machine that attaches to the wheelchair that allows a person to raise the chair quickly so they can catch a ball easier. My last example is we could make grabber feet on the bottom of a wheelchair. This would be useful to someone playing soccer so they can grab the ball and kick it hard.

Another reason we need to make sports accessible for all people no matter their limitations is so that they can get across the field without having to travel a far distance or get stuck in the grass. One possible solution would be to make the field smaller. For example, soccer fields and basketball courts don’t have to be as long. This would allow players to get down the field quicker without losing all of their energy trying to get a wheelchair down the field. Another possible solution would be to turn grass fields into turf fields. This would make it easier for wheelchair users to get down the field without getting stuck.

Lastly, we need to make sports more accessible for all people no matter their limitations
so that everyone can get exercise and grow their muscle strength! One example that builds up muscle power is such as soccer. When you get really good at kicking the ball you end up with a really strong foot. Another example that it builds up muscle power is that you get a strong arm when learning how to swing a full swing in softball.

We need to make sports more accessible for all people, no matter their limitations, so that anyone can play the sport, anyone can use the fields, anyone can exercise!

Reflection
The persuasive piece was hard because I had to come up with 3 reasons and 3 examples to go with each reason all to support my claim. First I had to brainstorm a bunch of topics that I could possibly write about. Next I had to choose the topic that I was most passionate about. Then I had to make a short claim that explained my topic. Lastly, I had to come up with 3 reasons and 3 examples along with a lot of editing and revising.

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My Expert Book: Hanukkah

Starting my expert book I had to first think of a topic. Next I had to brain dump a piece of paper. Afterwards, I had to organize my brain dump into my chapters. Then I had to write the expert book on paper. Lastly, I had to make a slideshow and add pictures and links to it. The most difficult part for me was to come up with the idea and chapters. My favorite part was linking and adding pictures. I learned to link, start a new slideshow and write an expert book. I feel really proud because it was really hard to write it.

This is my expert book.

 

 

Thank you for reading.

Personal Narrative-Softball Fun

It was a warm and sunny day, not the kind where you were sweating head to toe though. The kind where it was comfortable, like a patch of soft lilies, when Sabrina and I drove to softball. We were so excited we ran to our coach at the other side of the field in a blink of an eye.

“Race ya!” I said, while running. 

Sabrina was way too fast. “Wait up!” I shouted to Sabrina.

“I won,” exclaimed Sabrina. It was too late. I hurried to the bench and tried to ignore that winning talk.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I thought to myself. I Grabbed my glove from my softball bag and speed walked to the black bag of balls. By the time I got there I was practically limping because I was so tired. I pulled out a new clean ball. I walked back to Sabrina and grabbed her by the wrist.”Lets go” I groaned loudly at her, pulling her onto the field.

I raised my arm into a L shape and released the ball angled toward her glove. The throw was not perfect but at least she caught it “KABOOM!” The sound was so loud that it sounded like a million birds chirping. She threw me the ball and I bent my arm ready to catch it. My glove was in front of my chest, I shut my eyes and then opened them. The ball was in my glove.

“Good catch,” Sabrina said. 

“Come in for tournament warm up,” the coach shouted. The sound of everybody running in sounded like giant monsters stomping through trees. Suddenly shivers came across me.

“I hope I catch the ball” I worried to myself. It was my turn. I threw the ball to coach, then he threw me a grounder, a line drive, and a pop up. 

 

“So disappointed that I didn’t catch all the balls,” I thought to myself as I made my way back to the dugout to get ready for the scrimmage to begin. 

The scrimmage began. Finally, it was my turn at bat. Coach threw me the ball. I swung my bat through the warm silk air but I was too busy looking at my teammates watching me so I missed the ball.

“Strike” coach Jim called.

“Why did I pay attention to them?” I thought to myself. His voice echoed in my head like a bolt of lightning. I breathed in and out three times. I got into a ready stance to hit the ball.

“One. Two. three. Swing!” I murmured to myself. In a flick of time I did what my brain told me to do. CLUNK. The bat made a crashing sound into the ball. The sound was so loud that I had to hold my ears shut and run.

“WOOHOO,” my teammates cheered. The ball went all the way out in the outfield.

“RUN! RUN! RUN!” my teammates and coaches shouted. I ran to first base without the ball getting near me. I was so proud of myself. 

Another batter hit so far that I flew to home plate. 

At the end of the scrimmage coach said, “pack up.”

While packing up I thought to myself “will I ever make that great swing again?” I couldn’t wait for the next practice.

It was a warm and sunny day, not the kind where you were sweating head to toe though. The kind where it was comfortable, like a patch of soft lilies, when Sabrina and I drove to softball. We were so excited we ran to our coach at the other side of the field in a blink of an eye.

“Race ya!” I said, while running. 

Sabrina was way too fast. “Wait up!” I shouted to Sabrina.

“I won,” exclaimed Sabrina. It was too late. I hurried to the bench and tried to ignore that winning talk.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I thought to myself. I Grabbed my glove from my softball bag and speed walked to the black bag of balls. By the time I got there I was practically limping because I was so tired. I pulled out a new clean ball. I walked back to Sabrina and grabbed her by the wrist.”Lets go” I groaned loudly at her, pulling her onto the field.

I raised my arm into a L shape and released the ball angled toward her glove. The throw was not perfect but at least she caught it “KABOOM!” The sound was so loud that it sounded like a million birds chirping. She threw me the ball and I bent my arm ready to catch it. My glove was in front of my chest, I shut my eyes and then opened them. The ball was in my glove.

“Good catch,” Sabrina said. 

“Come in for tournament warm up,” the coach shouted. The sound of everybody running in sounded like giant monsters stomping through trees. Suddenly shivers came across me.

“I hope I catch the ball” I worried to myself. It was my turn. I threw the ball to coach, then he threw me a grounder, a line drive, and a pop up. 

 

“So disappointed that I didn’t catch all the balls,” I thought to myself as I made my way back to the dugout to get ready for the scrimmage to begin. 

The scrimmage began. Finally, it was my turn at bat. Coach threw me the ball. I swung my bat through the warm silk air but I was too busy looking at my teammates watching me so I missed the ball.

“Strike” coach Jim called.

“Why did I pay attention to them?” I thought to myself. His voice echoed in my head like a bolt of lightning. I breathed in and out three times. I got into a ready stance to hit the ball.

“One. Two. three. Swing!” I murmured to myself. In a flick of time I did what my brain told me to do. CLUNK. The bat made a crashing sound into the ball. The sound was so loud that I had to hold my ears shut and run.

“WOOHOO,” my teammates cheered. The ball went all the way out in the outfield.

“RUN! RUN! RUN!” my teammates and coaches shouted. I ran to first base without the ball getting near me. I was so proud of myself. 

Another batter hit so far that I flew to home plate. 

At the end of the scrimmage coach said, “pack up.”

While packing up I thought to myself “will I ever make that great swing again?” I couldn’t wait for the next practice.