a letter of concern

Jan 19 2010

Student 806078
123 Assignment street
Englishtown, Grade Twelve
School 111 000

123 Main Street
Coach Guy
British Columbia
Canada V2A 1W3

Dear Coach Guy:
My name is Student 806078 and it has come to my attention of your prefer ed style of coaching. I congratulate on your current success in your feild of coaching. I understand that this may be your first time coaching and i appreciate that your giving your time to organize the team.

I am concerned that some of the players may be not be active or included as they should be. I have been told that you arrive at unscheduled times on practice nights and while there, organization is disfunctional. I am aware that some of the players do not receive the maximum or minimum amount of playtime during games. There have also been accounts of the use of profane language and a large emphasis on winning.

I understand the position you are in of organizing and maintaining a team of approximately 17 players, along with the scheduling of games and practices and finding positions to field the players. All the while no doubt working a full or part time job or dealing with other life problems.

I have come up with a list of suggestions to follow through with. Scheduled practices can be moved to more convenient times for you and the players to arrive on time, should you expect not to be there send a notification to the co-coach to allow him to take over. Many of the players on sports are not there to win every single time, even though winning is nice, they joined to play the sport and enjoy themselves while playing and getting exercise. The players of the team all are amountable to minimum game time. More organization could be arranged into the practices.
I thank you for taking the time to read through my concerns, I appreciate it greatly and hope you can incorporate some of my ideas into practices in the future. Please contact me if you any information on how i can help.

sincerely

Student 806078

a letter of concern

narrative essay

explosions thundered off in the distance lighting up the sky followed by sporatic rifle fire. It was dusk now. Sevastian crawled carefully through the bramble of bristly, jagged branches. The year was 1943, The Germans operation to eliminate the threat of the Soviet Union had all but failed. Spread out too thin over a wide front against the will and determination of the Soviets. The Soviet Union was now on the offensive and pushing deep into German occupied territory. Sevastian had enlisted and trained to be a sniper in the infantry, he had spent the past 16 year hunting, and had considered himself adept and qaulified for the position. So far his career was going well and had earned many kills. Earlier that day his company of infantry and 2 other tank sqauds had assaulted the city of Poltava, Ukrain. They had been unsuccesful and much of the company was either killed or seperated, Sevastian was no exception. He had never found himself alone in the wilderness before and he knew a German counterattack would be inevitable and chances are they would find him along the way. Quietly moving through the forest grasping his rifle, he was alert and ready to fire if needed. The metal on the bolt of his Mosin-Nagant rifle was cold on his hands, winter was only a month away.

The wind began to sway the trees restlessly and his trench coat was whipping around his legs. Night was fast approaching. He arrived at the bottom of a jagged mountain with a visible peak. He figured he could hide there till either the Soviets attacked with second wave or until the Germans follow through with a counterattack, or atleast to help figure out where he is. Sevastian slung his rifle on his back and began to climb. He was tired and was beginning to to lose awareness of his surroundings. About halfway up he went to grab onto a rock and it slowing slid out of position and seemed to leap down to the ground below. Sevastian fell to a ledge 2 meters below, he felt a thick pain in his left shoulder and came to the conclusion that he could finish scaling the mountain. Thats when he realised the two sentries scouting thoroughly through the forest. he was clearly visible on the ledge he was sitting on and knew they would find him if he tried to climb down and escape. Sevastian chambered a bullet into his rifle with precision. He peered through the iron sights and took time to line them perfectly, in his mind he knew when the trigger was pulled one of the scouts would be instantly killed.

The night had gotten windier, still he was sure of his aim. Sevastian lightly squeezed the trigger, the sound echoed over the forest. Sevastian saw one scout on the ground rolling in pain and the other had dissapeared, he was searching for him. He then began to realize how much trouble he really was in. The scout screaming and the gun shot would have been enough to alert others in the area. He heard someone below him. The other scout was examining the mountain he was on. Sevastian studied the distance to the ground. His plan was to land on the scout. If he landed right with his bayonet knife in hand he could kill the scout. Sevastian rolled off the cliff landing exactly where he wanted to. The scout was stunned and supprised that a Soviet soldier had jumped on him. Sevastian quickly raised his knife hand and plunged it the Germans neck. The man was terrified and grabbed out to Sevastian gasping for air. Sevastian stared at him in disbelief never had he seen hand to hand combat and now he was witnessing a man who only wished to live, seeing his eyes pleading. He couldn't take it anymore. Sevastian ripped the knife out of his neck and the scout died. the other scout was still rolling in pain and Sevastian went to investigate him. The man was turning pale. He knew he should kill him now but he couldn't risk another gunshot. He would have to use his knife again. He couldn't do it and he couldn't leave him there to die. Sevastian ripped off a sleeve from his trench coat and rapped it around the leg wound of the scout. He lifted him up and began carrying him. He could see in the mans eyes that he was fading but he had to atleast make an effort to save him, he couldn't watch someone die again knowing he was responsible.

After 2 hours of wondering he found a town that had been liberated by the Soviets. He left the scout on the outskirts and ran in to get medical supplies. When he returned he found that the scout he had tried to escape but failed he had fallen asleep meters away from his original position. Sevastian woke him up patched his leg and gave him to sticks he found for him to use as crutches. While in the town he learned of a massive Soviet attack planned for Poltava in the morning. He gave the man a map and showed him where they were, he told them to head for the nearest German settlement and get medical help there. He also told him to stay away from Poltava no matter what. Sevastian recieved directions to where the soviets were last sighted from a village and returned to the Soviet camp arriving to late for the attack. Poltava was in ruins and thousands dead on both sides, many Germans were taken prisnor. Some were violently beaten by the Soviets for invading their great country. Sevastian got his arm treated and was thankful that he helped that scout, never finding out if he survide or is among the dead or prisnors. Throughout the night he learned how to survive alone and lend aid to others and considered himself a mature soldier who could get himself through the war aswell as helping those in need.

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___Respect is a very important way of maintaining a relationship between a parent and a child. It can not be used to control but nurture a bond. In the passages "the most powerful quiestion a parent can ask..." by neil millar and "be-ers and doers" by budge willson both detail the parents own way of approaching a relationship with their children.

___In the article "the most important question a parent can ask..." Neil Millar explains throughout her article the respectful ways you can raise a child by asking "what kind of child do you want to raise?". Millar details how stereotypical parent, especially mothers who "race around the house picking up dirty towels from the bathroom floor" so that their children can have a laid back easy life. She explains that for women valuse are passed down and they tend to raise their own children the way that they were raised by their mothers. Millar then asks the reader if "they want strong, loving children, who accept responsibility for their 'self' and the ones they love?". She asks the reader to analyze their childs household activities, whether they help around the house or continue to do their own activities with little regard to others. She simply explains that the foundation of teaching a child to show and have respect is to ask them to help with just little things that will eventually build up a respectful and mature adult.

___In the text "be-ers and doers", Budge Wilson's mother character has devised a different approach to raising her children to be respectful but still yet efficient. The mother believes you have to be a doer to succeed and get through life, she describes her husband as a "be-er" and that "bein' just ain't good enough". When their son Albert is born, his mother proclaims to make a "prefect son" which meant to force him to be a "doer" even though he was a "Be-er, born that way". Throughout the story his mother pushes and pushes him to be productive and efficient in his house and school work and is little excepting of minor failures. In the end Albert turns out to be sucesful and run his own farm without the pursuit of excellance from his mother. Both these passages detail and describe the different writers opinions on raising respectfull children.

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