Tag: Writing

Where Angels Fear to Tread

Hi, everyone !

Today for Literacy, we had to act as if we were in college, and so the way we completed and did our work wasn’t the same as usual, and quite different in certain ways to how we usually would complete it.

Below is the task that we all did as a class :))

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Where angels fear to tread

This task is about reading to find information and make inferences.
Read ‘Where angels fear to tread’, then answer the following questions.

a) How old is Ngorongoro Crater?

About two million years old.

b) What word does the writer use in the middle of the story to indicate that he wasn’t scared of buffalo?

“But they weren’t lions, only buffalo” implies that encountering buffalos didn’t faze him as much since he was relieved they weren’t lions.

c) What would have been a useful item to take on the walk to the lodge?

In the text, it mentions that it was very dark so bringing a flashlight or two would’ve helped them see through the darkness a lot better.

d) Explain how the saying in the final line, “Fools rush in where angels fear to tread”, goes with the story.

“Fools rush in where angels fear to tread” refers to a person who behaves impulsively; they don’t think before reacting. The saying goes with the story because a group of people, Halina and the speaker travel to Africa before knowing very little about it e.g. dangers, animals, people.

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This saying goes with the story because they weren’t aware of how dangerous buffalos really are, and instead treated them like they were just a flock of New Zealand sheep since they went to Africa without knowing anything about it.
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They also didn’t bring along any useful items with them on their stroll at night, which was very foolish of them to do since not only was there barely any light for them to see, but they also could’ve also ran into dangerous angry animals.
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e) What two lessons could be gained from this story?

i. To not behave impulsively, and think carefully before doing or saying something.

ii. Be careful about what you do if you encounter dangerous animals to not provoke them.

 

“Boy’s don’t cry.”

Hey, everyone !

Today, Room 4 had a MITEY session where we discussed a lot about mental health and people that we think that we can open up to when we’re feeling at our lowest or have something on our minds that we would want to talk about.

This lowkey gave me motivation to write a bit about the “boy’s don’t cry” phenomenon, and so I did.

Below is the final piece of writing. It’s not supposed to be very professional or anything, just something that I wanted to do :))

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Should boys cry? I think we all know the answer to this question, and the answer is yes. If anything, they should be able to cry and not have to worry about how “masculine” they appear to be when they do express basic human emotions.

The sexist double standard where if a woman cries, she’s in touch with her feelings but if a man cries, he’s being too emotional and is weak really influences males even to this day. Especially pre-teens and teenagers, which is the time in their lives where they’ll definitely be going through a lot of different emotions and should be able to have the freedom to express those feelings without a second thought.

I find that not many boys open up about how they’re doing beyond just responding with “I’m doing fine” or “good” which could be the truth, but not always entirely. It’s almost as if they feel like they can’t be seen as vulnerable to anybody, otherwise they’ll lose their masculine image.

Having this mindset will result to them bottling up their emotions, which is a very unhealthy way to cope and most definitely also not the way for them to deal with the things that they’re going through.

It doesn’t take somebody with a very high IQ to recognise that everybody has feelings and can experience all of the human emotions. Women can get angry, just like men as well as how men can have sensitive spots and be moody, just like women and everybody else.

Being emotional and expressing your feelings are not things that should be restricted to only females, or anybody but males, for that matter.

Dettol Spray Advert

Hi, everyone!

Yesterday for Literacy, we had to present our persuasive writing speeches that we have been putting together since about week one advertising any item from either our home or school!

I chose to advertise Dettol spray and below is my speech and poster that goes along with it :))

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Have you ever noticed a stain on a surface and fought the urge to wipe it off but realised that just a wet wipe won’t do the job? Well, boy do I have the perfect item for you. Introducing the efficient Dettol anti-bacterial surface cleanser! Just one wipe and it kills 99.9% of germs!

It works wonders on food surfaces and there’s no need to rinse.
Buy one now and you’ll get another one half price!

So what are you waiting for? Run to your local supermarket now!

T3W1 : HW Literacy

Hi, everyone!

For the literacy section in this week’s homework sheet, I had to write a six sentence story based on an image. The vibe that I got from it was a really gloomy one, but there was one small thing that the man in the image held that shone brightly nonetheless, and it was a few roses!

So I decided to turn that little detail into a piece of writing with a meaning behind it.

Basically, say the man in the story is you, and you feel like you’re ready to give up, but there are a few roses (which is hope and motivation, etc) which keep you going. The meaning is not only about never giving up, but that self care is not selfish, and you should never have to worry or feel guilty about taking time off to focus on yourself :))

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(1) As the cool breeze nibbled hastily at his bare skin and the clothes that he wore which were his only source of warmth, the man let out a sigh of exhaustion. (2) “So this is how it feels to give up?” the man asked himself in his head. (3) As the unsettling darkness began swallowing the man whole, he felt as if every positive emotion had left his body. (4) But even so, in the corner of his eyes sparkled a few glittering roses. (5) Bending over to pick them up, he realised that there was still hope and it gave him motivation to keep going. (6) He realised that although he felt drained, he could always keep going when he was ready.

A Surprise Local Delicacy

Hi, everyone!

This morning during literacy, my class had to partner up with a buddy to try a surprise “local delicacy” (as Mr. Moran described it). I looked forward to it, but was also very nervous. Below is a short descriptive piece of writing based on what happened! :))

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Usually when you get told that you’d be eating a local delicacy blindfolded as it would a surprise, you would think that you’d be munching on some sort of sweet treat with a gentle coat of sugar on top. Well that was what I convinced myself into believing, and I was totally wrong. My sweet fantasy would soon be disrupted by the citric acid coating on a small sphere that would be stinging my tongue like there was no tomorrow.

Because I couldn’t see it at first, the acid felt sort of spiky, and I almost thought that it would be some sort of insect’s head. It didn’t help that beforehand, Maria was gagging and saying stuff like, “Ew, it looks so weird!” 

I first smelt it, but for me, it didn’t really have a scent at all. So when it was time to taste the treat, I was too nervous that I just took a small lick, but even so, it was still so incredibly sour that I most definitely was not going to eat the rest of it.

Art Works

Hello everyone!

Because today is the first day of Term 3, Pt England School had an immersion assembly this morning for us to get introduced into this term’s inquiry theme. “Art Works” is what the teachers decided on. Each team will be learning about different types and forms of art such as acting, painting, singing, etc!

My favourite act/item from this morning is probably Team 1’s because the teachers from there drew a simple silhouette of a human body, but as Mr J read out some scenarios, they painted parts of the body certain colours to represent the emotions that they were feeling. Yellow for joy, blue for sadness, and such!

At first, I wasn’t too sure what the colours meant until a little bit later, but even so, the meaning behind the artwork about feelings I think is very beautiful and shows that everybody feels different emotions and that’s okay.

I’m very excited for this term and the things that Team 5 will learn because I generally just love art. I look forward to everything that I’ll be creating and doing this term, and I hope you are, too :))

Beauty and The Ogre

Hello, everyone!

This is my writing task for literacy about a princess and an Ogre.
This is slightly based off of Beauty and The Beast, but also Snow White, too!

I hope you enjoy :))

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  Bella’s charm did not go unnoticed by all of those around her. I mean after all, she wasn’t nicknamed ‘Beauty’ by many people in her kingdom for no reason. But of course, there would always be at least one person who would be jealous of her success and looks, and Bella’s step-mother was that person.

Grimhilde couldn’t believe that even after being crowned as the new queen, the spotlight still shone on Bella. What did the princess have, that she didn’t? Well after tonight, Queen Grimhilde would not have to worry about the young girl anymore, and you’ll soon see why. . .

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“La la la la. . .” Beauty hummed, graciously making her way to a bridge nearby. She was going for a night stroll, promising her father that she’d be back home by ten to keep him from worrying about her safety. Little did she know, it might’ve been better for her to stay at home instead. . .

As the sound of water splashing and a crunch of leaves echoed underneath what should have been an empty bridge, Bella halted to a stop in her tracks, freezing. Slowly turning her body around, she found–much to her surprise–a short and dirty creature, with a thick long nose that was sprinkled with large warts.

He didn’t seem to appear a threat, until he dragged along a bat with spikes behind him. “Stupid little frogs,” he muttered under his breath. “Oh! Hello there, ma’am.” the Ogre greeted the princess before squinting his eyes. “You look awfully familiar. . . do I know you?”

“I’m Bella, or Princess Bella,” she smiled softly. “Oh, sugar!” The Ogre quickly bowed his neck. “My deepest apologies, princess!” Beauty laughed, “No worries.”

“Well, I must be on my way now, Princess Bella,” the Ogre waved. “Have a great night.” Bella smiled, “You, too!” The Ogre cheekily grinned to himself as this was his first ever interaction with the princess. He had never gotten the chance to meet her personally, with the fear that she would judge him for the way he looked.

He happily continued his way to complete his mission assigned to him by the queen. Wait- my mission! The Ogre panicked. If he failed to complete the task given to him by Queen Grimhilde, well. . . let’s just say that things would get pretty ugly.

But what would he do now? He can’t just kidnap the princess after sharing a nice conversation with her! I mean, how rude would that be? And the princess was just too nice for him to even think about harming her.

“Um, princess!” the Ogre cried out after her, moving his stubby legs as fast as he could. Confused, Beauty turned around to face the Ogre once more. “Yes?”

She is so dreamy.

“Um, I-I-” the Ogre fumbled over his words, struggling to form a sentence. Bella cocked her head to the side slightly, her eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

“Queen Grimhilde forced me to kidnap you because she is incredibly jealous of you, so she stumbled across this area a few days ago and-” the Ogre began rambling quickly, but was cut off by the princess with a simple question.

“What?”

The Ogre took a deep breath in and this time, spoke at a normal pace. “Queen Grimhilde found me on this bridge a few days ago, and thought I looked scary enough to intimidate you. So she ordered me to kidnap you because she is very jealous of you.”

Beauty was shocked to the core. How could her own mother want such a thing to happen to her? She was disgusted, but glad that she was now aware of her step-mother’s true colours.

“Thank you for letting me know,” she managed to breath out. Bella pecked the Ogre on his cheek, which made his green skin, flush with a vibrant pink.

Bella knew exactly what she had left to do now.

The Forbidden Forest – Part One

Hi, everyone!

For literacy, Room 1 had to write a narrative based on an image.
I chose a picture that I had found from the internet, and I thought it was really cool, and a ton of ideas popped into my head.

This is the image I chose:

I ended up writing more than what I expected, and now I might just make blog posts separating this story by the chapters!! I hope you enjoy :))

 

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𝟬𝟬𝟬. Azalea Marsh was as curious as a cat, yet as stealthy as a leopard.

However, she was also like an empty sea: mysterious, calm, quiet, and cool. So in retrospect, she should’ve expected her life to turn out the way that it did. Whenever she wasn’t scurrying around to look for something that she hadn’t discovered yet, Azalea would spend her days yearning for friends.

But, whatever.

Tonight, Azalea planned to sneak out, and explore the depths of the Forbidden Forest–as she had heard most people call it–located right in front of The Royal Palace of Aurelia.

So at exactly 12 PM, that’s exactly what she would be doing.

 

𝟬𝟬𝟭. “Fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight,” Azalea counted down the seconds until midnight. “Fifty-nine. . . sixty!” Hurrying out of her small cottage and onto the empty footpath, she shoved the pocket watch into her pocket, lifting up the lamp in her other hand that shone a dim, purple light. A wave of exhaustion took over her, as she stopped in her tracks.

The Marsh girl had never been too skilled in running, especially when it came to long distances, but who was gonna stop her? Certainly not herself. She was too determined to prove to the world that she wasn’t just a silly girl in a silly world.

Azalea looked into the distance, and found that a purple glow was shining in the Forbidden Forest. She picked her pace back up to get a closer look, only to find that there were blue flowers glowing from up in the dirty tree, too! Her eyes were twinkling in excitement, as curiosity began to get the better of her.

She hurried closer, but had failed to see the rock in her pathway, which ended up with her falling down harshly. She winced in pain, lifting up her dress to reveal the fresh wound on her knee. Groaning in frustration, Azalea dusted herself off before kicking the rock out of her way. “Stupid rock,” she muttered.

By now, Azalea was only a few steps away from the Forbidden Forest, but she still needed to approach with much caution. She tip-toed slowly, but from in the corner of her eye, she swore that she had seen a figure run past.

Azie gasped softly from the slight jumpscare, dropping her only source of light in the process. She sighed deeply, kneeling down to pick up the handle. Just as she was about to stand back up, she was met with a blonde girl, who looked to be about her age.

“Who are you?”