(4)Rewrite the story of Little Red Riding Hood from the POV of the wolf.
I am known to have big eyes, big ears, big mouth, big nose and extremely sharp teeth. I don’t blame them for saying those things and being afraid of me. What can I do, I’m a wolf and I need to eat. I wouldn’t be dangerous or fearful to humans if they would feed me every day with delicious meat, but it won’t happen. The only meat available is humans flesh but I could not go into the village, they will kill me.
That one fine day I heard that little red riding hood is going to send her sick grandmother a basket of food. So I thought to myself that this is going to be my big break. I would be able to devour two human fleshes in one day which is two more than I get every day. The next I decides to hide her sick grandmother first. As knock on the door, I heard a gasp with fright. I kick the door down and saw through the little window at the back that her grandmother has ran out. I was too lazy to chase her so I decided to put on her cloth and lay on the bed. What a brilliant plan I had! As soon as the little red riding hood come in, I will asked her to come near to me and “BOOM” I will attack.
A minute later my lunch arrived. So I did my plan. I asked her to approach me. As I jumped up to eat my lunch, the village hunter kicks the door and uses the hammer to knock me out. I was gone and didn’t manage to have my last meal. The wonderful little red riding hood was saved and I was killed. The villagers even celebrated that I was dead, but no one actually realize that I was just finding food for myself to live.
(316words)
Monday, June 29, 2009
English Holiday Task Three
Confession of a Killer
I was only ten-years-old the day I killed Peter. Before you condemn me, you should know that he deserved it. Peter was mean. He was a bully, older than the rest of us, to remind us that older means tougher. "Here comes Peter," ruined many promising summer days.
We walked pass his house and he spotted us. That day he went straight to the point. "Who thinks he can take me?" He assured us that he was an easy target because of a horrible concussion and ghastly slash he suffered the week before, the result of a bicycle accident. A large white patch covered the wound on his forehead. He continued to taunt his way around the circle with no success. "How about you, fat-boy"? He looked straight at me.
I could’ve let it go. I always had before, but that day I didn’t. For some reason, that day I didn’t think about the pain my body and pride might suffer. I didn’t think about the punishment I would receive when my parents found out, and I certainly didn’t think about hurting Peter. Instead, I went for him. I tackled him around the waist. I took him down with a hard thump, and for a while we flogged each other and fist and face and dirt and sky. A few of the guys yelled encouragement to Peter, hedging their bets that I would be whipped. Others loudly advised me to hit or kick in places that might give me the advantage I would surely need. I wondered how to tell if I was winning, but the fight ended before I could figure that out. Almost as quickly as it started, it was over. Peter was on his knees, both hands to his head. The long wail ended with, "My head, my head" a horrible chant he repeated as he stumbled away and toward his home.
We were stunned.
"What are you going to’ do?" someone asked.
From the pit of my stomach, where it left a sick spot, fear spread slowly toward my head and toward my legs. When the two connected, I ran hard. I ran down the street, up the bank, and onto the porch. I ran through the front door, up the stairs and never stopped until I threw myself on the bed, bear-hugging my pillow, nearly paralyzed with dread. "How could this be happening to me? Why didn’t I think about what I was doing?" I sobbed. I knew that soon I’d hear the sirens. The phone would ring. Mom would come upstairs, pale and shaken. She would ask why I did it. She would tell me that people must consider the results of their actions before they do something so terrible. But it would be too late. As I lay on my bed Peter died. Not the real Peter--the one in my head, the only one that mattered. He died again in horrible ways, all my fault.
(497words)
I was only ten-years-old the day I killed Peter. Before you condemn me, you should know that he deserved it. Peter was mean. He was a bully, older than the rest of us, to remind us that older means tougher. "Here comes Peter," ruined many promising summer days.
We walked pass his house and he spotted us. That day he went straight to the point. "Who thinks he can take me?" He assured us that he was an easy target because of a horrible concussion and ghastly slash he suffered the week before, the result of a bicycle accident. A large white patch covered the wound on his forehead. He continued to taunt his way around the circle with no success. "How about you, fat-boy"? He looked straight at me.
I could’ve let it go. I always had before, but that day I didn’t. For some reason, that day I didn’t think about the pain my body and pride might suffer. I didn’t think about the punishment I would receive when my parents found out, and I certainly didn’t think about hurting Peter. Instead, I went for him. I tackled him around the waist. I took him down with a hard thump, and for a while we flogged each other and fist and face and dirt and sky. A few of the guys yelled encouragement to Peter, hedging their bets that I would be whipped. Others loudly advised me to hit or kick in places that might give me the advantage I would surely need. I wondered how to tell if I was winning, but the fight ended before I could figure that out. Almost as quickly as it started, it was over. Peter was on his knees, both hands to his head. The long wail ended with, "My head, my head" a horrible chant he repeated as he stumbled away and toward his home.
We were stunned.
"What are you going to’ do?" someone asked.
From the pit of my stomach, where it left a sick spot, fear spread slowly toward my head and toward my legs. When the two connected, I ran hard. I ran down the street, up the bank, and onto the porch. I ran through the front door, up the stairs and never stopped until I threw myself on the bed, bear-hugging my pillow, nearly paralyzed with dread. "How could this be happening to me? Why didn’t I think about what I was doing?" I sobbed. I knew that soon I’d hear the sirens. The phone would ring. Mom would come upstairs, pale and shaken. She would ask why I did it. She would tell me that people must consider the results of their actions before they do something so terrible. But it would be too late. As I lay on my bed Peter died. Not the real Peter--the one in my head, the only one that mattered. He died again in horrible ways, all my fault.
(497words)
English Holiday Task Two
Telling:
(a)The girls were excited as they waited for the results.
Showing:
I could feel my heart pounding very fast as I walk into the school hall to get my results and I could see that my other girlfriends were feeling as excited as am I. The Principal took her own sweet time to the notice board with the result in her hand. When the results were up, all the girls dash right in front of the notice board and quickly finds their name and their own score. Soon the hall was filled with smiling faces.
Telling:
(e) She sat heart-broken on her bed.
Showing:
Unable to accept the fact that she was ditch by her first love, she sank on her bed muttering to herself in disbelief. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her flashback the moment when he broke up with her. ” Why? Why did he do that to me?’ she cried out her loss of her first love. Her heart felt as if it had been stab by thousand of knives and she started sobbing uncontrollably. She buried her face in her pillow as sadness engulfed her.
(a)The girls were excited as they waited for the results.
Showing:
I could feel my heart pounding very fast as I walk into the school hall to get my results and I could see that my other girlfriends were feeling as excited as am I. The Principal took her own sweet time to the notice board with the result in her hand. When the results were up, all the girls dash right in front of the notice board and quickly finds their name and their own score. Soon the hall was filled with smiling faces.
Telling:
(e) She sat heart-broken on her bed.
Showing:
Unable to accept the fact that she was ditch by her first love, she sank on her bed muttering to herself in disbelief. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her flashback the moment when he broke up with her. ” Why? Why did he do that to me?’ she cried out her loss of her first love. Her heart felt as if it had been stab by thousand of knives and she started sobbing uncontrollably. She buried her face in her pillow as sadness engulfed her.
English Holiday Task One
Task 1b:
4.Working during the school holidays: What are the pros and cons of working during the school holidays?
I will be going to discuss about the pros and cons about having to work during the school holidays. The pros of working during the holidays are that the student would be able to learn to have the importance of saving and they would receive the knowledge of responsibility. The cons of having to work during the school holiday are that the student would neglect him or her studies and would have to face the work force at a young age.
The first and the most obvious good reason is that the student the student would be able to truly appreciate a hard-earned dollar until they’ve earned it themselves. With your student working a part-time job, you can teach him or her importance of saving, balancing a check book, and setting financial goals.
The second pro is that they will have a sense of accomplishment with each pay check, and chances are, they won’t spend their own money the way they’ve been spending before they started working and would learn not to spend on things that are unnecessary.
The first con about working during the school holidays is that the student would not be able to have the time to complete their holiday tasks set by their teachers and would eventually neglect their studies, and when school reopens the student would lost touch of what they has learn before the holidays started.
The second con about working during the school holidays is that the student would have to face the work force at such a young age and would have overwhelming amount of stress and including of homework time and the extracurricular activities that students love to look at him or her will start to get sick due to lack of rest and sleep.
After discussing I feel that having to work during the school holidays is a very good chance for the student to have the chance to learn about the knowledge of responsibility but it would be more dangerous if the student do not have enough time to complete and follow up their holiday assignments, and it would have a very big impact for their future. Therefore, working during the school holidays would be a disadvantage to the student.
(371 words)
4.Working during the school holidays: What are the pros and cons of working during the school holidays?
I will be going to discuss about the pros and cons about having to work during the school holidays. The pros of working during the holidays are that the student would be able to learn to have the importance of saving and they would receive the knowledge of responsibility. The cons of having to work during the school holiday are that the student would neglect him or her studies and would have to face the work force at a young age.
The first and the most obvious good reason is that the student the student would be able to truly appreciate a hard-earned dollar until they’ve earned it themselves. With your student working a part-time job, you can teach him or her importance of saving, balancing a check book, and setting financial goals.
The second pro is that they will have a sense of accomplishment with each pay check, and chances are, they won’t spend their own money the way they’ve been spending before they started working and would learn not to spend on things that are unnecessary.
The first con about working during the school holidays is that the student would not be able to have the time to complete their holiday tasks set by their teachers and would eventually neglect their studies, and when school reopens the student would lost touch of what they has learn before the holidays started.
The second con about working during the school holidays is that the student would have to face the work force at such a young age and would have overwhelming amount of stress and including of homework time and the extracurricular activities that students love to look at him or her will start to get sick due to lack of rest and sleep.
After discussing I feel that having to work during the school holidays is a very good chance for the student to have the chance to learn about the knowledge of responsibility but it would be more dangerous if the student do not have enough time to complete and follow up their holiday assignments, and it would have a very big impact for their future. Therefore, working during the school holidays would be a disadvantage to the student.
(371 words)
Thursday, May 28, 2009
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