Speech marks/Dialouge:

Today, AJ & I collaborated on a DLO about Dialogue/Speech Marks. It was exciting exercise and I hope to improve through out the next 4 weeks. We discussed out about Dialogue in the beginning stages. Mrs Lienker helped figure out the essential tools of Dialogue.

Operation: Eagle Swoop

Operation: Eagle Swoop

It was cold as usual. Nothing exciting about the weather here. ‘Cold Hell,’ is what the locals call it. Mondays, are the worst as we were getting ready to leave for the beaches of the cold south. It was the first time we have ever got a day like this. Every winter, it’s either helping a stranded citizen escape their car or someone has been sucked into the fearless waters.

“SSSSHHHH!” the helicopter zoomed across the sea. The hair of the ocean was elegant yet rough with boulders laid all around her.

“Unit 935, please report to homebase when you reach the location of a capsized boat.”

Everything had looked strange but familiar as if I had been far out at sea. Our biggest enemy, the never ending blue hair still spreads.

“ Home base , we have made it to the location.”

The captain of the helicopter mumbled as the helicopter propellers made a louder sound and made him sound like a rat.

“ You guys had better be ready. From our intel it is known that there is a group of people who have  been stucked at sea for two days. Their boat capsized and they  been stranded out in the middle of nowhere for what feels to them like an eternity!“ Screamed the Captain.

Time just kept ticking by ...

Hyperbole DLO:

45 minutes before the best 2 hours of my year, I had begun and finished a DLO all about Hyperbole. Each writing group was assigned 2 sheets where we learned about this new weird word ( It was very strange at first). I had learned all about this word today, because I had left my class during maths but also during the research ( of finding out what is Hyperbole is).

Recounts:

Today, as part of the writing. Mrs Anderson set us up to search the internet and discover work from fellow pupils in the cluster.  I specifically looked for excellent pieces of writing from Glenbrae. Most specifically the Year 7/8 Class(s).  I used one blog as a example to see great structure. We all did a Recount quiz to test our knowledge of how good our memory is about Recounts.

Narrrative: Leap of Faith

Leap of Faith:

It was a weird feeling. Something wanted to possess my body and showcase my real potential. “ Well, that’s something Ezio, Daniel or Jack would say.” I proclaimed. “ See i’m the, what u call it the chicken of the family.”

“John, Ezio, Daniel and Jack, Its time!” Cecillia screamed as a echo blasted through out my neighbourhood.

“ We’re coming now!”We all sang in unison. It was a crazy feeling, My dad was gifted the nickname, Killer bee. Why? Well, I don’t know the entire story because he passed away a long time ago but from listening to  those nanas talking about him being the fastest, the most coolest and also the most Beautiful man they ever saw. I pondered about it. I wasn’t the best, Ezio was the best at flapping his wing so that counts. I’m sure I ain’t the fastest and the coolest, but I do know who is the most handsomest owl in our Neighbourhood (It’s ME!!!!!). My siblings and I were always fighting over who will get the large worm for dinner. Unfortunately, I never won but I was always smart to trade items to get food ( Thinking about it now, I was blessed and cursed). It was a killing addiction for me, to eat the large worm. I would do anything for it. Sorry, getting off track about what’s happening in my life. Well let’s continue in the real world and not the stuff I remember.

We waited for 5 Hours! Sure, it wasn’t a day nor even 10 hours, but still it felt like I was watching those Romantic Movies  that Daniel started recently watching at Movie night (We all knew that the guy will fall in love with the girl). It was such a waste of time of just utterly boredom that I wanted to just go sleep and continue tomorrow. Well I suppose it was a good time, I had seen like a baker’s dozen of some weird  creatures holding a weird object in their arms. Hopefully its can shoot out ducks or worms so I can finally eat and don’t feel like I want to sleep; I think they’re trying to look for some food as well( Good or bad). They don’t even seem to look at us as we just freeze like possums at headlights ( I hope I didn’t say it wrong). I felt Anxious watching Ezio fly like a hawk ( Wait, doesn’t hawks eat owls, *Gulp*).

“Daniel, its your turn to show everyone who’s the best family in the Neighbourhood!” Ezio Screamed as all the spectators laughed like clowns. Now, that I could be alone by myself. I started to cry like a baby. Everyone would laugh at me for dishonouring my heritage or family. Being a son of a Legend and you having high expectations I felt Anxious to the point I wanted to join those creatures with their ugly objects ( whatever they’re holding in the air like lunatics) and see what they’re looking for.  Ezio walked into the dark room. Proud of his accomplishments.

“ John, you feeling alright, Bro?” Ezio asked as he walked closer to me.

“ Well for instances, I don’t know how to fly and also if I screw up, I will be a known for destroying my family heritage and destroy my friendships with all of you.” I replied as a big puddle of tears beginning  drip onto my body.

“No you won’t Bro, Mum told me that dad failed when he was a owlet. Everyone mocked him for a long until he stood up (I mean Metaphorically speaking) and flew like how the flash runs on those TV shows mum talks about.” Ezio said while cheering me up.

30 Minutes later:

“ John its your turn to fly to that tree where your mother is standing!” A owl shouted. I felt so prepared because of Ezio excellent prep talk. I guess Ezio wasn’t only the fastest but also seems like he is down to earth. What a generous person. *VRRRRMM*! I fly like a jet to my mother; I see a weird shape heading towards me. “Oh No! Someone please help me.” Cecilliascreamed. All I saw was a parliament of owls flying to the scene. I felt like I wasn’t going to survive. I guess I was wrong.

Picture Prompts:

Keep the Family Close:

Once upon a time there was family (named John Josephine and Samantha) They lived high along the mountains of South Germany. The family was rich and had the power to look into the future by their dreams. Samantha, their daughter became sick and got disconnected to their power and heritage that she earned and had been diagnosed with a disease that could kill her. The two parents was devastated to have their own daughter became sick and lose her powerful link to their heritage. The parents became eager to create a tribute to their once beautiful daughter, as time passed on they  built a statue above all their amazing creations to represent their love to their beautiful daughter.

My Pourquoi Story:

How the first api (House) was built in Tonga:

Thousands of years ago on a lush lonely island, there was one family. This is their story.

“Ofa come here, I need your help.” Mafi asked as she heard the clamour of all the feral animals (Predator or not) in the lush forests of Tongatapu ( Before there was a name for that Island). Her family traveled through terrains that no one had survived. It had beens days since they arrived at this mysterious island. “Ofa, come here you lazy pig!” Sione screamed as the echoes of mighty roar disrupts many animals rest. Mafi and Sillivia were calmly sweeping the floor of their camp.

“I can feel a little bit colder, dad.”Ofa mentioned as he grabbed the raw pork from his and Sione ( His dad) pouches for supper. The whole family questioned the unfamiliar sense of a cold breeze. He didn’t feel like anything was about to happen. The screams of pigs made a weird sense of them being watched. It had never rained since they’ve been here.They all thought that they needed to watch out before their supplies were being stolen by people they thought wouldn’t be on this island.“ Mum our supplies are being stolen by someone.” Ofa and Sillivia said in unity. Mafi pondered around building something that they could be safe in. She saw some plans to building places in Hapi,her home before moving here. In the afternoon,when everyone was altogether smiling like they just saw something amazing. “Family, its time we build an Api(House)!” Mafi proclaimed.

For a couple of minutes Ofa, Sillivia and Sione were all wondering if the mother or wife was acting crazy. “ I’m serious if you’re wondering.”Mafi said to make matters better. “ Well, we do need need to create a Api because of people stealing our supplies from our camp.”Ofa mentioned as he had been convinced from the start. It would take two days to complete the api as they knew half of their resources was already stolen.It was a  hard complex process. See, the whole family weren’t builder or knew how to create something.  Without knowledge of building the family was working for a week. I just came back from the beach up north. “There's a storm coming and this could destroy our camp but also us.”Sillivia said. The storm would destroy them,however they continued building their house but more faster as they had finished adding in the floor to the house.

A week had gone and the moving was a quick job as it had taken a long time for the storm to come.  As more family moved to this island.The idea of an Api was spread around Tonga and is continuing today, as bigger structures. A house is called an Api, as homage to the original house  that was built to survive the worst but still remain and also because of Mafi actions.My message to you from this passage is that you can think out of the box(like a house).  It is alright if people don’t believe you.

Sketchnoting:

This is my Completed Sketchnote. To begin with we were given our topic which was Rio the city and how it would feel to receive a medal at the Olympics. We talked about how we could record our thinking ( for example: pictures, symbols and bullet points) .

 Sketchnote helps to make my notes into picture that I can understand. It can help me make a connection with my learning.  It can help me make notes into pictures in a way only I could understand.  Sketchnoting can also help since its not boring and  can keep me on task. 

Word Scrambler

Today, I've finished my first word scrambler today. I hope to finish and add my second word scrambler post/work.

Shoe Narrative

LI: To use the 5 senses and personification to help us paint a picture with words.

“Michael Jordan scores again!” Shouted the announcer. It was a basketball game between Chicago Bulls and Florida Tornadoes. “What happening, Jim! I think MJ putting on his Converses. Someone please stop this man!” The announcer screamed as the fans erupted like a volcano. There I was, my arms stretched together making a rippling sounds to all the other shoes. Loud boos begin to enter my mind. It was like they were screaming at me for doing something wrong. Minutes ago, I was lying in my big apartment with a view of all my friends. Growing old started ascending on me a while ago. I feel like I was aging every second. While people booed I started crying. I don’t why or how, but I sure knew I wasn’t welcomed by other people.  Because I was a old model of a shoe I was no longer liked by other people. Michael Jordan who is the famous basketball player, is my owner and I think he doesn’t like me anymore. When he wears me other people boo and scream. The game was tiring. I smell  sweat as if I had just eaten it an  hour ago, all inside of me and water touch my arms.

Later that night

I was in my owner’s hands when suddenly...

*Boom*

Smoke covers my sight. I guess i’m on my own. An old ugly pair of shoes left between a rock and a hard place. How can I survive this situation?

Today, Daniel and I were working on a story. The story was meant to surround old shoes (the character you are). The story had to the tell the reader what the shoes smelled, taste, touched and saw.

Kyle Mewburn Visit

Yestrday, Kyle Mewburn visited Panmure Bridge School. Kyle is a Australian (New Zealand based) author. One of the best books he write was Kiss! Kiss! Yuck! Yuck!. Even after this visit, he did a workshop with my group and a group from LS1. These two group (went in two times) wrote about a 1st or 3rd person, 7 genres and 7 photos.

WW1 Letter:

Today, I was working on a letter wrote in World War One. I made sure to make this letter formal with the help of Thomas. We made sure that the language in this letter was set in the 1910s.  I mainly used my notes from an article about Cpt. Charlie May.

Modern Red Riding Hood

Modern Red Riding Hood:

“Run!” A voice screamed.

“Who is it?” Red questioned.

As she ran out of the small door, she expressed shock.

No one was there.

Her eyes closed for a brief second.

An hour earlier...

It was dark & blurry. Red opened the small stone door. She slowly glanced over the boulder that was previously blocking her view from the inside of the  mountain.  She froze. Bystanders looked in despair. Red closed her eyes in the hope of not hearing any cries. As she opened her eyes,her face dropped. He sat in the pool of blood as if it was a bath. The bystanders boomed into chaos. Everyone belted off in separate directions.  Either way, Red knew no one ever stood a chance of surviving. Red crept on, knowing the dangers of the wolf.

An hour later...

An hour had passed without word of the wolf. Red’s loneliness made her  continued until she came to a path. Her heart froze as she entered the forest.  Her heart stopped for another time. This time, a voice spoke in a bold tone.

“ Red!” The voice screamed.

Red continued to walk into the forest.

“Boom!” A firework exploded into a show. Red felt very amazed ...

“What’s that smell?”  Red questioned  as the repugnant smell forces its way through red’s lungs.

“Everybody run!”

“ The wolf is here!”

A mysterious voice screamed in fear.

Red finally questioned the existence of the “Wolf”.  Red snuck  closer to the incident involving the wolf & the fireworks. As she stood in the open field, her face dropped. Red cried. She looked at the notice. Blood had dripped on the two bottom corners.

Dear Red

I hope to see your arrival at this beautiful town. You’ll wish that you never left. I hope this message arrives before your flight here. Best wishes here in Gumpville.

Your sincerely, Grandma

Her heart sank. She sat on a rock. Looking towards the fireworks.  As she closed her eyes, a black cloth covered her face.

“ What is going o...” Red snarled.  

“God Dammit, take that ridiculous cloth off her face!” The deep voice demanded.

As the soft black patterned cloth escaped her face, again her heart sank.

“Hey Red, I’ve wondered for so long what it would be like destroying another Red.” The mysterious figure laughed.

“Why would you do such a thing, Wolf?” Red asked.

“Well, it was eas...” Wolf said until an unfamiliar sound entered the room.

*Boom*

*Boom*

“What in the world is that sound?” Wolf snarled

“Put your paws up in the air!” A mysterious figure shouted.

“ Oh no, its the Feds (Another word for Police)!”

“Everybody, separate! Wolf screamed at his  group of henchmen.

*Boom*

Smoke clears the entrance.

“Run!” A voice screamed

“Who is it?” Red asked.

As she ran out of the small door, she expressed shock

No one was there.

Her eyes closed for a brief second.

*Ding*

*Ding*

As she reopened her eyes, she found herself at her grandma’s house. She rethinks her movements.

As she opened the door, she confidently stood on the frame waiting for any surprise from her grandma. For minutes, no one was exposed.

“What’s the worst thing that’ll happen?” Red questioned.

She continued into the dark house, unaware of  what would unfold next.

This term we have been learning to write narratives. We used the picture prompt below to help us imagine how this situation came about. We tried to hook our audience in by thinking about the pace of events and the pictures we painted with words.

Dialouge Cards

Today, Zeba & I were continuing working on Dialouge & use it in future stories. I made an conversation between the Wolf & the Three little pigs. I hope to improve my dialouge over this year.

Dialogue/Conversation

On Friday, Zeba & I were working hard on creating a dialogue/conversation between the three little pigs & their Mother pig. I used IFaketext.com to make the conversation.

Exemplar Writing:

The boys sat together thinking about the poor man. They were sorry that things had happened the way they had, and they still felt a little bit guilty - they hadn't meant for anything bad to happen. Jack signed. He had learnt that it wasn't always a good idea to go with the crowd and he wouldn't be making the same mistake again.

...Three weeks earlier, Jack had been walking to the shop with a group of his friends. As they passed the old railway bridge, they spotted what looked like a bundle of clothes next to a rusty old dustbin. Jack stared at the rags intently, until, to his surprise he saw a pair of eyes blinking back at him. He hurried on, to catch up with his friends.

Continuation:

"Hurry up Jack!" One of Jack's friend screamed. Jack didn't care, he had been staring at the old rusty dustbin.His friends stopped."What do we have here?" They wondered. Joe(Jack's only real friend) motioned his hand to the back of his dark tracks pants."Joe, don't do it!" Jack shouted as he sprinted towards Joe. "Smash!" The poor old man's blood drowns the bright yellow t-shirt."Oh no, what did you?" Jack yelled. Jack stared at the pool of blood. He was in shock as his friends belted off. Joe & Jack froze. "What do we do?" Joe question urgently.

"I don't know!" Jack screamed with adrenaline rushing through his veins.

This Exemplar writing is mean't to show the pace & mood of the story going forward.It also is to help me practice keeping the flow if you have a strong orientation.

Dialouge

Today, Zeba & I were working on creating a coverstation between the Wolf & the 3 little pigs.

To my Term 4 self

Dear Pote[ME] of term 4

Hello future-self, both of us know  that we practiced the requirement for stage 7, we also know how to answer quick on Sumdog & Xtramaths.You & I know that we have practice maths with ours parents for maths.We both don’t usually particapate in inter-school competitions. One thing we obviously would get fit. Another basic rule we would already have is  P.E gear. For sports such as Rugby, we would require teamwork & sportsmanship. One of our main goals this year is getting Dux, it’s one of the hardest awards to get for prizegiving. We have been waiting for a long time to get Dux we would need to know the requirements for the next level. If we become Dux, we would need to stay focused. One thing we do need is to work with integrity.

From your Term 1 self, Pote.

Stretch Sentences

For my first task with Mrs Anderson(Writing). I had to learn to stretch sentences for my upcoming test. We used ideas which we came up with.

What are Clauses

Here is my post on Clauses. I learn't what independent & dependent clause.  They  both have  different meanings.