The Pole-Vault Page



Although this mission might seem impossible, I myself am a pole vaulter. But not just any pole vaulter, I am part of a group of pole vaulters called, "The Pole Sisters." We are the first girl's pole vaulting team at our high school.

These are our favorite poles Paul and Paulina. They were named after a guy named Paul who is the feature of this story:
A long time ago, in a place far away, there was a track team. This track team had the choicest athletes in all the events: shot-put, discus, sprints, long distance, high jumpers, long jumpers, triple jumpers, hurdlers, and pole vaulters. All the teammates got along back then and were good friends. There was one pole vaulter who was especially outstanding. He had reached heights that no one had ever thought possible. His name was Paul Vault. One day, when Paul was practicing his event, a young athlete approached him. "Hello," she said. "My name is Jave Lynn. I want to be just like you Paul. Will you show me how to vault?" Well, Paul, being the nice man that he was, could never turn a new student down and so he said, "Of course I will Lynn. I'd be glad to." So everyday at practice Jave Lynn would go to the pits and Paul Vault did his best to teach her what he knew. Weeks went by but Lynn just wasn't very good. Paul didn't want her wasting her time on something she didn't have the talent to do, so he told her in the nicest way possible. "Lynn," he said, "I know you really want to pole vault, but I think you should try other events instead. I think that you'd be better at something like the discus." Lynn knew what Paul was getting at, but she didn't take it very well. "You're saying I don't have any talent, aren't you? Well, I hate you!" she screamed at Paul and she started walking way with her pole dragging it on the ground. Paul was about to go after her, but he knew it would be no use. "Poor kid," he thought to himself. Now when Jave Lynn was almost home, she starting thinking about what she would do with her pole knowing that she could never use it for what it had been intended for. She looked down at her pole that had been dragging on the asphalt and she noticed that it was strangely different. Half of it had been worn off and was now a sharp point. "I'll show Paul waht I can do with this," she said to herself. So the next day, Lynn went to the track as usual and took her now-sharpened pole. The coaches and other athletes were ignorant of what had happened between Paul and Lynn the previous day, and they looked upon her unsuspectingly. As she came to the pole vaulting pits, she saw her former coach gracefully going over the bar, just like she never could. "Hey Paul!" she called out, "Here's your pole back!" Lynn drew back her arm, aimed and hurled the pointed pole at Paul Vault. Paul watched in amazement at how forcefully she had thrown the pole. With his quick reflexes he instantly jumped out of the way of Lynn's pole, escaping death. When Lynn saw that Paul was still alive, she was even angrier than before. She ran after her pole as Paul ran away with his, leaping over trees and houses and anything else that got in his way. Lynn just kept throwing her now-sharpened pole at Paul desperately wanting to kill him. But Paul keeps getting farther and farther away, due to his excellent condition and Jave Lynn keeps getting farther and farther behind because she could never be quite as good as Paul Vault. As the appropriately named, javelin throwing, became more popular in track over the years, they developed a sturdier metal pole because they found out that the plastic used in the pole vaulting poles didn't fly as well as they wanted it to. People to this day throw the javelin in meets world wide. The strange tradition that they have all kept, is where the javelin field is located. It is always pointed in the direction of the pole vaulters as a symbol of the jealousy the javelin throwers have toward the pole vaulters, they know that they just can't pole vault.