Misunderstanding the meaning of a word: the need for a better grasp of the English language
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3 chiefly British : a period of relaxation : VACATION -- often used in the phrase on holiday; often used in plural
Source: m-w.com
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Back from my skiing holiday (7th-15th Jan) in the Swiss Alps (Torgon), the first of my precious annual leave that I have taken since starting work in July 2004.
My memories from the trip are that of swerving wildly on my skis, falling, falling, falling, falling (you get the idea...), falling off small cliffs, crashing into someone while going at full speed, sliding halfway down a blue slope despite my best snow ploughing efforts (x3, including sliding down backwards once), skis and ski poles flying off in different directions, my left knee hurting so badly that tears welled up in my eyes by the time I made the painful hike down from the slopes to the bus.
Souvenirs from the trip: a knee guard; a still hurting left knee; a sore throat.
The trip was definitely one of the lower points in my life. On an absolute scale of All Life Experiences, the ski trip does not rank rock bottom. - I'm sure there have been darker times when I have felt more depressed, bleak, and overwhelmed. But when considering my feelings of competence, capability, and self-belief in my own ability, the ski trip probably marked the lowest point of my self-esteem in my 22 years of life so far. Never have I felt so bad about myself. So much so, that I was actually missing London, and wishing I were back at work instead of being on holiday.
The only upside from the trip was my gorgeous French instructor Clem, who was, in addition to being beautiful, a great instructor, excellent at explaining the mechanics behind skiing, guiding you step by step, and imparting skiing techniques.
Take aways from the trip:
- resolution to send my kids to ski school in future (that, or marrying a skiing boy)
- a hare-brained marriage timetable so that I can co-ordinate sending my kid to ski school with my cousin (it's funny at least)
- musings on fear in general, and the fear of falling in particular
- a determination to go skiing again: I have never been defeated before, and I am Not going to start now. I refuse to be beaten by two stupid thin, flat, fibreglass boards. - "If at first you don't succeed (and haven't killed yourself or completely smashed your limbs), try, try again"
3 chiefly British : a period of relaxation : VACATION -- often used in the phrase on holiday; often used in plural
Source: m-w.com
________________________________________________________
Back from my skiing holiday (7th-15th Jan) in the Swiss Alps (Torgon), the first of my precious annual leave that I have taken since starting work in July 2004.
My memories from the trip are that of swerving wildly on my skis, falling, falling, falling, falling (you get the idea...), falling off small cliffs, crashing into someone while going at full speed, sliding halfway down a blue slope despite my best snow ploughing efforts (x3, including sliding down backwards once), skis and ski poles flying off in different directions, my left knee hurting so badly that tears welled up in my eyes by the time I made the painful hike down from the slopes to the bus.
Souvenirs from the trip: a knee guard; a still hurting left knee; a sore throat.
The trip was definitely one of the lower points in my life. On an absolute scale of All Life Experiences, the ski trip does not rank rock bottom. - I'm sure there have been darker times when I have felt more depressed, bleak, and overwhelmed. But when considering my feelings of competence, capability, and self-belief in my own ability, the ski trip probably marked the lowest point of my self-esteem in my 22 years of life so far. Never have I felt so bad about myself. So much so, that I was actually missing London, and wishing I were back at work instead of being on holiday.
The only upside from the trip was my gorgeous French instructor Clem, who was, in addition to being beautiful, a great instructor, excellent at explaining the mechanics behind skiing, guiding you step by step, and imparting skiing techniques.
Take aways from the trip:
- resolution to send my kids to ski school in future (that, or marrying a skiing boy)
- a hare-brained marriage timetable so that I can co-ordinate sending my kid to ski school with my cousin (it's funny at least)
- musings on fear in general, and the fear of falling in particular
- a determination to go skiing again: I have never been defeated before, and I am Not going to start now. I refuse to be beaten by two stupid thin, flat, fibreglass boards. - "If at first you don't succeed (and haven't killed yourself or completely smashed your limbs), try, try again"
2 Comments:
how about "if you suck at skiing, maybe you should try snowboarding, cos it's cooler"?
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Rabbit, at 4:40 PM
maybe... i'm toying with that idea. but i definitely still want to have another go at skiing at some point.
the choice is between trying snowboarding next, then return to skiing. or try skiing again, and if it's okay, i'll move on to snowboarding. but if i bust my knee again, then i'll quit all snow sports.
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Anonymous, at 2:37 AM
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