Saturday, 21 April 2012
Reflection #7
Sunday, 15 April 2012
Reflection on Activity 4, Section B Writing
Friday, 23 March 2012
Reflection #6
Monday, 19 March 2012
Reflection #5
Thursday, 8 March 2012
Reflection #4
Wednesday, 7 March 2012
Perspective of a consciousness
Monday, 5 March 2012
Making the familiar to unfamiliar.
A lone dancer stands in an empty room with no walls, but as it reaches the bottom edge, the room is filled with a sea of markings engraved to the smooth floor. There are many of it’s kind, all of them are skilled at what they do as there is a greater source controlling them and handling its body by wrapping its authority over the dancer. The bottom of the dancer is stood up on a sharp toe, where, like a ballerina it twirls and always keeps its balance. Across the smooth surface of the floor, the toe excretes a black fluid trail while it dances in patterns forming symbols lying in a horizontal formation. Permanent and forever there, the dancer has finished it’s work of art.
Monday, 20 February 2012
Reflection on Persuasive Speech
Persuasive Speech Rubric Y11
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My Personal Target: To successfully get my points across and make sure I do stay alive on the plane.
Peer Assessment by Lena: You had relevant/appopriete responses to the speeches. You spoke clearly and used your notes as a guide to what you were going to say
Friday, 17 February 2012
Reflection #3

summarizer - Mia
quote finder - Lena
insightful illustrator - Myself
vocabulary enricher - Ann
connector - Lisa
travel tracer - Carlos
Sunday, 12 February 2012
Story (Mundane) Writing.
In the toaster goes two slices of plain bread and let the torture of waiting begin. I hate toasting bread, I always have, it is always so boring. What do people really do when toasting bread? I just stare at the toast and day dream about whatever I am about to do today. I can see the cylinder rod slowly turning red, a glow of fire bursting towards the bread. Imagine if I was in that toaster? God, it must be really hot. It this what I am actually doing to the bread, roasting it alive? I know it’s not even a living creature but still wouldn’t it hurt being burnt like that?
I can see small grains of the bread changing color to a light shade of brown overwhelming the white pigment of the bread. I look down at my skin, what would happen if my hand was in the toaster, would it slowly go darker? What a way would it be to just die that way, slowly burning alive. Maybe hell is like this, a torturous never ending burn to your skin that enters deep in my bones. I’m not sure about me going to hell, I know I don’t think about God that much but I don't do anything wrong. I get good grades, I never give into peer pressure and even if I do get mad at my parents I still listen to them.
“DINGGGGGGG” the toaster alarm goes of and gives me a shock. Wow 5 minutes already? I was just thinking about what kind of person I was and didn't even notice I left the bread in the toaster for too long. I can see smoke fumes coming from the side of the toaster and as I peek in I can see, I did it again. I completely burnt my toast and it is completely black like charcoal. “Oh my lord, you didn't even eat breakfast yet and you burnt your toast, that’s it I’ll make you some pancakes” my mom exclaimed to me as she is bringing down the laundry. Yes, pancakes, pancakes are good. That will stop me from thinking about my belief in this world.
Friday, 10 February 2012
Reflection #2
Wednesday, 8 February 2012
Clause Poster and Peer Assesment


Comment (Lena) : I think you managed to achieve your personal target of making your explanations concise and not trying to waffle on. Your poster was also detailed and had examples of each type of clause. There were some grammar and spelling issues but other than that the poster was informative and eye-catching,
Thursday, 2 February 2012
Reflection #1
Wednesday, 1 February 2012
Writing Challenge (Shark)
I went outside to have a swim in the ocean. I needed to get away from my family just for awhile, so I sneaked outside of my window to go to the beach. My house was near the beach and I knew if anything were to happen I could escape easily. But as I swam my worries started to drift away and I was quite far from the shore. It was a beautiful night and the sound of the sea was so pleasant. Suddenly, I heard a very large swish in the waters. “What was that!” I exclaimed to myself. I looked around to see if I was in any danger. Then right before my eyes I saw a fin of the shark moving around me, circling as if I was his new prey. I swam as fast a I could to get away from the shark and headed back to the beach.
Panting, out of breath and my heart beating heavily; I stopped for a minute to see if the shark was still after me. I was now closer to the shore. I kept on swimming until I could feel the grains of rocks and shells beneath me and quickly ran out of the waters. Then I felt something stinging from the side of my ankles. I looked down and saw that the shark had actually bit me! I was that close to being eaten alive and so close to death. But I managed to escape the shark and walk away safely.
I walked quite steadily towards my house, even though I had this huge shark bite on my ankle and called out for help to my family. I could hear my dad rushing down the stairs and in less than a minute he came bursting through the door. “Where on earth did you go to? I was worried sick!” he saw my ankle seriously injured then stopped yelling. We headed straight a way to the hospital to check my injury. That is the story of how I escaped death.