I Am Proud Of by Grace G.

I am proud of my sister, because she works really hard to be a good swimmer. She is the fastest in her age group, and has swim practice three days a week. She is a really good swimmer, and has the potential to be in the Olympics if she works hard and keeps swimming. Swimming is really hard and it is a great sport. My sister really enjoys it.

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I Am Proud Of by Shaffer W.

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I am proud of myself for working hard in school. I am trying very hard to do well in class and get good grades so that I can have a bright future ahead of me. I am proud of my athletic ability to do a lot of things that I can do. I am very proud of what I do and where I am now. I am proud of my sister for being the captain of the field hockey team and she is very athletic also. I am proud of my mom and dad for taking good care of me and for giving me everything I need to have a good life.

 

I Am Proud Of… By Jack H.

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I am proud of the time I went on a high ropes course for the first time. The reason I am proud of it is because it was thirty feet off the ground. I had to climb up a pole using really big staples and unclip myself soI could get from wire to wire. It was hard at first but near the end it was easy.

I went to the high ropes course. It was when I was at a sleep away camp that is in south Carolina. The high ropes course is not the only thing that you do at the camp. You go white water rafting, zip lining, and peach picking. It was really fun and I might do it again next year.

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I Am Proud Of By David P.

I am proud of not being scared when I climbed the ropes course at Camp Cheerio. It was a ladder with rungs that got farther apart as it went up. It was really tiring and I had to grab on to the bars and roll over to get up. The other course I did was the ladder. It was a rope ladder that was thin and tall. On the way down, my harness got stuck and I had to push it off with my fingers, which caused my finger to bleed. The belaying also made me feel proud. It showed me that people trusted me and that I could trust myself. It made me feel strong.

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I Am Proud Of by Bella K.

I am proud of the friends I have. Not everyone likes me or my friends, but as long as I’m happy with them, I think I’m good. My friends don’t care about what your ethnicity is, how smart you are, or what you wear. Real friends care about you. Would your friends wait for you until you unpack your bag in the morning, come with you to drop off your things at a class, help you find things when you lost them? Well, my friends do. And that’s why we’re happy when we hang out. We cheer for each other at PE, we jibber jabber about things at recess. We can tell each other who we like because we trust each other. I am proud of my friends because I like the way they are.