Day: November 21, 2014

Getting money to buy that new pair of Trainers you want if you do well on that test. Do you think students should get paid for good grades? In my opinion there are three reasons why  I think students should get paid for good grades. One of them is more focus on school. Second reason is they love money so they’ll do what they have to; to get the money they want. Third, reason they’ll have better behaviour and to not mess around and class and be disruptive because eventually they  would realise that the good ones are the ones that get paid.

Students will focus more on school if they know they’re getting paid for doing their work, homework etc. I know if I were getting paid for doing well in school I would try my hardest on everything to get money of my own that I earned from school. Focus is a big thing in school, if you don’t focus on your work,  paying attention you won’t know what to do if you don’t focus to get that good grade you want. I believe that as the generations go by the students will start to realise that they can focus and get and income and also benefit by having a good education,  and by having good grades. This will be a win, win situation for the students because nowadays kids love money and will do almost anything for it.

Kids of all ages love money they reason they do is because they’ll want to have their own instead of always asking their parents. Because they have money of their own to spend and their parents can’t tell them anything about how they spend their money. When I have my own money I say my mom can’t tell me anything because it’s my money not hers I could do whatever I want with my money , that I earned . Every kid will love to money of their own. And also kids will feel that they can get even extra money because sometimes parents don’t have money to give to their children so the kids might feel that working hard at school can get them a little cash in their pocket to spend on anything they want without doing anything special but concentrating in their education and producing results.

Do you have students in your school who misbehave? But love to get things from their parents? Should those kids get paid? What should they  do? Work harder in school and behave so they can get new things. I think that kids would behave better if parents and teachers worked together so that the children who misbehave and are very disruptive and do not try there hardest in class do not have any money. Because sometimes children don’t care when they get in trouble because they do not loss anything so perhaps if parents stopped things at home and teachers stopped things at school like getting money it could change the way the child behaves. I also think that it could change the way the child has a view to learning and it could be more positive than a negative view.STUDENTS SHOULD BE PAID FOR GOOD GRADES!!!

The tension was getting more and more intense. We were sitting in the dressing room waiting to go out to Wembley Stadium. The dream stadium of every player’s career.I couldn’t believe it that we had made it this far. We beat the Europe’s best team on the semi-finals. Docklands had pretty well done the impossible to reach the finals as they a team from the lowest tier of the English football leagues. Reshawn newland was the wonder kid having scored in the semi-finals as a 17 year old reserve.

We lined up and walked out to the pitch. It was a dreams come true for me and my teammates.The crowd and the buzz around the ground. Eighty thousand people in the stadium and millions more watching on TV. We all knew we could do this and we had done it before. Looking over to the west stand I could see the wall of red. The thousands of supporters that had travelled miles to watch this almighty FA cup final.

The referee’s whistle came and Chelsea had the ball. We were pushed back and were desperately defending Chelsea’s fierce attack. They hit the post and thanks to some fantastic saves we were still in it. After 35 minutes we had our first threatening attack. A good run by Jamie Roberts down the left flank with a good cross into the six yard box. I ran towards it and dived for the ball. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my ankle, a Chelsea defender had fouled me and I was awarded with a penalty. I was the captain and I had the job to put the ball in the back of the net from the twelve yard spot. I stepped over the ball and my heart rate was 150.Here I was in front of millions of people watching having to score from a pentaly.I eyed the top left corner and kicked the ball. The ball flew to the corner but in found the post. I had missed the penalty.I knew I had let my team down and that made me even more determined to make up from it.

After a long and hard first half we went back in the dressing room and our manager gave us a briefing on what we needed to do in the second half. I tried to listen but my mind wasn’t there. I couldn’t  believe I had missed that penalty. We were back on the field and it was a very evenly matched second half with chances to each team. We played good attacking football but just couldn’t find that cutting edge. The whistle blew loudly and the match had to go in extra time. We were all tired  but the hunger of winning drove us onto  to new limits .We walked out on the pitch and were as determined as ever to win this match. We had a good chance but failed to score in the first half so the game would have to go on to the second half of extra time.

The game kept going and there was no sign a winner would be found. Each team matched the other ball from ball, man for man and this would certainly go on to be a penalty shootout. Chelsea had a corner at the last minute of extra time. Defender Hamza oubad  headed the ball and I raced to towards it and I ran towards the Chelsea goal. Chelsea had pushed all their players forward and had only one defender in front of goal. I ran and ran as quick as I have ever ran. I knew somewhere in that sea of red was my father. I couldn’t see him but I knew he was there willing me and cheering me on . I flicked the ball over the Chelsea defender and aimed at the near post. I kicked it perfectly and it flew straight in the back of the net. GOAL! I couldn’t believe it that I had won the game and was the captain of a FA cup winning team. The crowd went wild and I was their hero!

I was handed over the trophy and I and lifted it up and shouted ‘docklands forever! ‘It was a team’s work and everyone did their job. We had done it. The greatest story ever in football. The unheard of djfc  had won the famous FA cup. Everyone called us the wonders.