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Running: The Golden Sport

 

I am asked every day why I run,

Perhaps it’s because of the feeling after I’m done.

Or because of the wind that strikes my skin,

That makes me feel so beautiful within.

As my throbbing feet sink into the dirt,

I realize how much I truly hurt.

My lungs and legs begin to burn,

And cramps become a main concern.

I think I have a long way to go,

But how come it doesn’t seem so.

All of a sudden I feel no pain,

Every misery goes down the drain.

In the distance I see a light,

A ribbon stripped red and white.

Although it seems centuries away,

I sense I may get there by the end of today.

Two hundred meters till the end,

I hurt so much there is no need to pretend.

In the distance I see the people I adore,

Friends and family I saw just moments before.

The red and white colors disappear,

And a bright, beautiful gold becomes quite clear.

I turn to appreciate the kilometers I have completed,

And gaze at my medal that shows I am undefeated.

Moments like these I will value forever,

And tell my children I was happy as ever.

But to all those others that ask why I run,

I will swiftly respond running is so much fun. 

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My brother and I in the Olympic Athletic Center of Athens.

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IN TIME

Once here, once away

Once destroyed, once okay.

Moments together, moments apart,

Moments when coupled by heart.

Seconds from me, seconds to me,

Days, weeks, months taken harshly.

Time is ticking, not fast enough,

Time is slow, time is rough.

Go ahead, cross my mind,

There it is, now I’m blind.

Tick tock, time has come,

Tick tock, here comes fun.

Stop dying, stop crying,

Start healing, start feeling.

Come and save me, still asleep,

Scary waters, dark and deep.

Feel the pain, is there gain?

Is it worth it, are you sane?

Everything taken, nothing to keep,

Empty soul, empty sleep.

Selfish thief, you took it all,

Selfless victim, here comes the fall.

Give and take, take and give,

Here it is, now you live.

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Presenting "The Golden Sport" at my school's Celebrating Student Success Annual Address.

Event organized by Dr. Stefanos Gialamas, President of the American Community Schools of Athens.

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Despite my involvement in the IB Visual Arts curriculum, I began considering other ways through which I could express myself. In my junior year, my English teacher encouraged me to explore expressionism through literary arts as well. Coincidently, in the month of December, my school announced they would be hosting a writing competition for Junior students. The opportunity came at perfect timing, allowing me to express my creative personality through writing. Weeks later, the English Department informed me that my essay had been selected to represent ACS Athens in an international competition. With the help of Ms Marca Daley and Ms Kathy Jasonides, I was able to present writing of both personal and literary value. The difficult process of editing and re-writing throughout the competition was a challenge, however the resulting experience served as my reward. The NCTE writing competition pushed me beyond what I perceived as my potential. The experience deviated my focus from the sciences by demonstrating my abilities in other areas as well. 

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In the first round of the competition, competitors were asked to describe their world. 


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