Thursday, 28 May 2015

Quick Write

In writing we have been writing a quick write based on what we thought this photo was about. We had to use complex sentences, Use detail through complex sentences, place a comma in the correct place in a complex sentence, identify different types of complex sentences - Opener, serial and interrupter and use short, strong, sentences.

I hesitated. My friends were behind me. Daring me to jump off the huge old diving board at the jetty. It was a stormy, cold, evening. I was at the jetty next to the sky tower in Auckland. Nobody’s here. Just boats, the waves and us. I decided I’d do it. I flick my hand in the water. It’s as cold as I thought. No worse. I stare at the huge, old, rickety, diving board with missing steps. My friends are still chanting “Do it. Do it, do it, do it, do it,!” “Ok.” I pull myself together. “ I’ll do it,” I say once more. I slowly waddle over to the board. Grab, pull, step. I start climbing up. I go. As I get closer, I start feeling ok. But then suddenly, as I put my hand out to grab the top and pull myself up, that all changes. As the step, my holding brakes. “Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!” I scream. My life flashes before me. Just as I think it’s all over. It’s not. I realise my foot was hooked onto one of the steps. I make my way back up. Climbing, Steadily, up I go. Finally, I’m up.  I peer over the edge, my heart racing……. And then,
And then,
And then,
without thinking, I jump. I spread my arms,  curve my back, spread my legs, and fly.

By Eva

Tuesday, 19 May 2015

Foul Shot

In writing we were focusing on a poem called foul shot by Edwin A. Hoey. We had to focus on using strong verbs, only necessary words, capitals each verb on a new line and other skills. The sport/ action we wrote about had to be 10 seconds long and we had to work on having intensity in it. This is the poem I wrote about scoring a soccer goal.

My Foul ShotWith 2 all on the scoreboard and 10 seconds left on the clockThe solemn girl in the centre of eyes Squeezed by silenceI shout for the ballIt’s about 2 metres awaySliding on the slippery grassIt rushes towards meI peer behind me to make sure nobody's comingIts clear,‘Focus’‘Breath’‘Stomp’ The balls under my footLining up with the goal Wipe my sweaty hands on my shirtSwing my foot backBoots

The ballSpinning through the airSlightly skidding on the groundTwirlsSpinsDashesReachesEverybody’s silent WaitingThe goalie dives for the ballAnd then And thenAnd thenWith a Frightening  flick on the goalie's foot,It’s In.

Monday, 11 May 2015

Writing To The Unknown Soldier

As part of our ANZAC day inquiry we were asked to write to the Unknown Soldier. We had to use complex sentences, short powerful sentences and paragraphs.
We had to think about what it was like at war and how they felt.

To an unknown soldier that never came back,

As I’m sitting in my classroom safe, warm and happy with my friends, I’m thinking about you and your battle to give us freedom. I’m writing this letter today to share my thoughts with you. I want you to know that your sacrifice and fighting is not been forgotten.

Did you ever want to go to war? Or were you one of the many soldiers that got tricked? We have heard that many of you thought it was a great adventure that you were going on. Was it? You thought maybe it was to France or England or some other nice place. But no. Instead, to a foreign land. Hot, dry, miserable. Unlike you expected. It wasn’t great - it was hell.

I cannot imagine what it would have been like for you seeing your family and friends for the last time. Not knowing what you're in for. All the pain of your wounds and shots. Knowing you were going to die. Having no hope. No faith. All this was because of war. Because others couldn’t be equal and get along.

How were you feeling when you found out what was really happening? When you got your gun and uniform and were told to kill? On the battlefield with all the blood and shooting, your best friends dying before your eyes. Stretcher bearers running in with no protection to go get the wounded. Turks trying to kill you, and all you can do to protect yourself is to kill them.

I want you to know that i’m only 10 years old but you're so important. I've already learnt so much about you. Once again I thank you. Remember you won't be forgotten.
Yours sincerely Eva. B