Jacinda Ardern
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I am a Year 7 student in the Uru Mānuka Cluster. This is a place where I will share my learning. Please note that some of it will not be complete, it will be my first drafts. Remember to be positive, thoughtful and helpful when you leave me a comment.
We have been doing some narrative writing at school. A narrative is a fancy word for a made up story. Each narrative needs to tell you about the setting, the characters and have a problem to solve. Here is an example of a narrative I have written.
Watch this clip
Plan a narrative that relates to the video
Think about how the people in the houses are feeling
How will you introduce the setting and characters
What will your problem be?
What is the solution to your problem?
Write your story in the most descriptive way possible
It was Saturday the 5th November 1951 when my dad died in the war. My name is Danbal and I live in a little village in Korea. I had been living by myself since my dad died. My village was old and broken, there was an abandoned war plane sitting in the middle of the main street, the plane had been shot down in 1950, at the beginning of the Korean War, but nobody had removed it. My mum was a nurse during the war but had been captured by the enemy and I hadn’t seen her for a long time.
Today was my birthday and I was all alone, hoping that the trains with tanks would come to flatten out the bolt that I had left on the track to make a magnet for my toy tank. As I put my ear to the track I could hear the distant rumbling of a train, racing towards my village. I carefully placed the bolt on the track and the train crushed it flat like a coin as it passed through town.
I wandered home with the flattened bolt and there on our wooden front porch was a parcel with my name on it. Quickly I removed my shoes and untied the string, I couldn’t wait to see what was inside the parcel. I couldn’t believe my eyes, inside were Dad’s belongings, his boots, dog tagstr and his wallet with a photo of Dad and I.
Later in the day as I nodded off to sleep I heard a familiar voice drifting through the air. Could it really be her, after all this time? It was my mum and she was finally home from the war.
On Tuesday we had our Athletics Competition. My favourite event was the shotput. The distance for my throw was 7.10 metres and that got me third place. Kody got first place. I was awarded a yellow certificate for getting third in the Year 6 Boys Shotput Competition.
We had to finish the competition early because the rain got heavy. The sprints had to be done the next day when the weather was fine again.
We have been working on our describe writing. We have to write it in present tense and include what we can see, hear, smell, taste, feel. Another thing we are are trying to do is show not tell
The bright sun is beaming onto my arms and wrinkled tired face. A gentle breeze brushes across my face helping cool me from the hot rays of sun. Hard wooden slats of wood burn into my soft skin as I rest heavily against the frame of the seat.
Trees rustling in the distance, birds singing sweet songs high above me, a little dog yelping for help and children shouting loudly. Footsteps thump the ground in front of me as I imagine who might be walking by my seat, were they adults strolling by or some of the loud squealing children.
Wafting smells of chocolate and purple rippled boysenberry ice cream fill my senses and make me want to get my own.
We have been working on our describe writing. We have to write it in present tense and include what we can see, hear, smell, taste and feel. Another thing we are are trying to do is 'show not tell'.
Here is a piece of writing I have been working on. I hope you enjoy it.
POP, went the giant party popper as the celebrations began. Squealing, giggling sounds of children ring out into the living room. Musical sounds of the happy birthday song float in the air as the candles burn brightly as the sun.
Hello this is my Term 3 100 Word Count from this week. How to do a 100 Word Count - we are given a picture or some words to write a stroy that has to be 100 words long.
One sunny day in November I was riding my bike home from the supermarket. It was Guy Fawkes and the neighbours were playing with fire crackers I was distracted by the noise of the fireworks and didn’t notice the huge hay bale in front of me. I went head first into the hay bale and my bike crashed to the ground spilling all my groceries. When I finally woke up later that day, it was night time and I was scared because I couldn’t remember what had happened. I went back to sleep, the hay bale made a comfortable bed.