I was about to have a shower when I felt a sudden pain. I looked down at my leg and saw a bruise, only then did I remember how it had happened. It all started at the sports ground.
It had been a cold day. After the opening ceremony, both athletes and students marched on to the race track.
We were divided according to our house and each team was headed by five boy scouts who marched ahead waving the house flag. Then we watched as three of the scouts raised the school flag.
We all felt very proud as we sang the school song. It is hard to find the words to express the joy of being a Sha Tin Tsung Tsin Secondary School student.
The first race began after a brief speech from the vice-principal. We all cheered loudly for our house as our school mates raced. Even when they fell down, they tried their best to get up again. And even when they lost, they said: 'It's alright, there's always a next time. It's ok as long as I did my best.' Then it was my turn. I was to compete in the high jump. I was both excited and afraid as I walked on to the field.
We each had a warm-up jump. I didn't make it over the 1.3-metre pole. And I didn't make it on the second or third attempts either.
At my final attempt, I began running towards the high jump. I held my breath about two metres before the pole. When I was in mid-air I felt something heavy hit my hand.
It was the bar, I had jumped too early.
I had lost, but at least I did my best. There will always be another time.
Life is just like a race. We must train ourselves - by studying at school - and then we must try to beat others. We may not win, but there will always be a next time. The main thing to remember is to always try our best.
Henry is a student at Sha Tin Tsung Tsin Secondary School