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Alma

 Heavy snow falls everywhere like a barrage of attacks. I wander through the cobblestone alleyway surrounded with colorful houses. Curiosity filled my mind. I came across posters of missing kids. I soon came across a chalk board filled to the brim with names. I grip the gritty chalk, struggling to hold it with my mittens. I write my name right in the middle.

 

Shivers creep into me, numbing my limbs. The coarse dry chalk escaped from my frozen mittens,  echoing a hollow rock through the alleyway. A sharp squealing sound cut the silence. My body froze in place, I snapped my head back to see my face twisted into a doll. I glided towards it. My eyes were on the doll as I tiptoed towards the door. My smile lifted the corners of my mouth, but the door wouldn’t budge at all. I pushed my body forward against the door. But nothing worked.  Desperation consumed me. My body is on the verge of solidifying. A snowball is all I had left, tossing it against the door. My eyes were in pain from the breeze, dragging my feet away from the door feeling defeated. Until a whine sliced the silence.

 

I storm off away from the door completely enraged until a deafening screech pierces the silence like an arrow.  The freezing temperatures slowly numbs my body. Eyes wide open, my head slowly swivels back. The door is barely open. My limbs turn to stone, eyes widened. I slowly swivel my head back full of desire. My eyes gazed against the partially opened door. I stroll towards it filled with excitement. My footsteps echo through the room, The more I wander, the stranger it gets.  A sharp clatter split the silence. My head steadily tilts down. “ A doll on a cycle?” I whisper. The eyes of the doll screams exhaustion, cycling around me til it suddenly went towards the door trying to escape. Every part of me is slowly dying, dolls scattering everywhere on shelves. My limbs are completely numb. My eyesight turns blurry, until I find the doll. I sprint toward it, climbing over the couch to reach it, determined to capture it.

 

My hands stretch like stiff rubber, fingers sprayed, on my tippy toes. The cyclist doll bangs against the door faster and faster. Time around me feels like it pauses for a moment. My heart pounds with excitement in my chest.  My fingertips lay on the doll. I gasp. Heavy breathing is all I can hear. Everything feels like it is twisting all into one small eye. Suddenly I am lost in the eyes of the doll who once seemed so innocent. False memories overwhelming my mind. My vision restrains me into a spherical view. My own body won’t move. Despair tightly grips onto me. I silently give up knowing that I can’t do anything. All I can do is watch the same thing slowly happening to another girl. The cycle repeats itself.

Euphrasie Barbier

Euphrasie Barbier was the Foundress of St Patrick School. I can relate to Euphrasie Barbier’s qualities and attitude by being caring towards those people who need help. At St Patrick’s school I like to make sure my classmates are happy and if they aren’t I try to cheer them up.

St Francis Of Assisi

Saint Francis was born into a wealthy family in Italy. Wearing the finest silks he had while his dad was a wealthy cloth merchant, he lived a blessed life, spending his days partying with the finest clothes. He always desired being a knight for fame and honor and eventually, he fought as a soldier in Assisi against Perugia. During this war St Francis was captured and imprisoned. He soon realized the purpose of his life and had a vision of Jesus. Jesus soon told St Francis  “rebuild my church, it is crumbling.” Francis agreed and helped God rebuild his church, however, he realized that his mission wasn’t rebuilding the church. He was supposed to change his life. He began his mission by giving up everything he owned including his precious silks, leaving behind his old lifestyle and accepting a humble lifestyle. He began to help the poor and the sick. There were others supporting St Francis to help both the sick and the poor. St Francis’s mission tells us that we should be kind, humble, to follow our heart and to always love rather than fight.

Isaiah The Prophet DLO.

This week, on the 1st of the December, we had to do a DLO about Isaiah The Prophet. Our class had been working on it without needing a buddy and we managed to finish it. Some of us took a day and some of us took a couple minutes to finish it, but we all managed through. My DLO is under this text and its created by me and no one else.

My Dragon Ball Chapter!

This Friday, November 21st, we had to screen record our Dragon Ball Fanfiction that we created and we started working on it three weeks ago. We had to pair into 2 and my slides, and screen recording is under this text. This was created by  my classmate, John and I. He worked on the artwork while I do the writing and without John, I wouldn’t be able to do this. Both slides and recording originated from John and I and us only.

 

 

Click this to see our screen recording too!

Experimenting With Sound!

This week, November 5th, we had to experiment with sound by having 2 cups, 1 long string and a pencil or pen. The first step is to stab tiny or big holes on the bottom of the cups and this is when you use the strings. We’ll need to use those 2 holes to put the strings inside and we tie big knots that way we can get them stuck inside the cup and once you do all that, get a friend to hold one cup and you holding the other then, you both go far from each other and once the string goes tight or goes in a straight line, you can communicate by just whispering through the cup.

Foreshadowing Using All Clues!

Our class has been learning how to foreshadow and we learned how to do it by reading the Dragon Ball books and then we started foreshadowing with the show after we finished the books. and looking closely or hearing closely that way you can find clues and foreshadow. Foreshadowing has been easy when having fun to foreshadow using all big and small clues that Dragon Ball give us. It was easy to do and we had to do an explanation writing about foreshadowing and it was hard to explain but we all managed through. My writing is underneath this text and everything you see there was made by me.

 

What is foreshadowing? 

Foreshadowing is when you see hints that can be spoilers without saying it and you can use those hints to have a close prediction.

Foreshadowing is when you try to predict what will happen and it might always not be right, but it’ll always be a close guess. It’s important for shows to include foreshadowing or in other words, give you hints so that you can be engaged in the show. Such as when Goku climbed up to the very top of Korin’s tower and opened all 3 water pots. The past, present and future. And 2 characters we haven’t seen were in the future and we can foreshadow that he’ll for sure be in the show later on and that’s what foreshadowing is.

 

How does foreshadowing get people engaged into the story? It gets them attracted to shows because foreshadowing can require a lot of thinking and them predicting it right can get people attracted. Like when one of the characters shown in the future who looked like a person wearing a bunny mask was an opponent of Goku and that person was Goku’s grandpa. That’s how foreshadowing gets people engaged.

 

We foreshadowed that Goku was going to climb Korin’s tower and we foreshadowed it easily because when Goku got defeated by Tao, a tall tower appeared in the background. That’s how we foreshadow things that might happen. It’s important to foreshadow in the show because they are spoilers that don’t tell you what happened and it gets us engaged. That’s why it’s important to foreshadow in the show.

What Happened Last Week?

Today at the 13th of October we were doing writing to practice our writing for the writing test and today’s topic was a recount about last week during our teacher’s absence and it was time consuming, but worth it. We all had to do 3 paragraphs and everyone managed through. My writing is below this text.

 

Last week, on the 6th of October we came into room 7 and Miss George was In our class to tell us that our class had been split in 3 because our teacher was absent.

The girls, Paula, Ezekiel, Spencer and I went into room 8 while the rest went into room six. We had to complete tasks or do tasks such as prime math’s and reading. Miss George then told us the reason why we were broken into groups and it was because our teacher’s mother passed away and had to set up her funeral.

During our time at room 8, Angelina, Paula, Ezekiel had to move into room 8 and because of that, our group in room 8 had reduced. There were times where Miss George invited us to be apart of their learning. So we had to say yes to be apart of their learning. It was a bit hard to keep up since they were all experienced and the hardest one in my opinion was persuasive writing. We barely finished it and Miss George told us that we were having Mr Carol to teach us on Wednesday and Thursday. During our learning with him it was fun and easy, but math’s were extremely hard.

We then went back to room 8 on Friday and it was boring for the first few minutes in room 8… We were struggling to do Math’s with Mr Carol because he gave us advanced math equations that we don’t usually do and it was a huge struggle. We worked our hardest in room 8 and during their learning, everyone in Room 8 were given Skittles to help with their math equations. We did our own work and school was ready to end, so we packed up the class to get ready to go home and we finally went home. That’s everything that had happened last week and I didn’t really like it.

What Is Science?

This week, on a Monday afternoon, we were doing science as our last topic/subject for the day and we were learning about what science is and trying to figure it out was like trying to figure out what the hardest math problem is, but our teacher, Mr. Bell helped us and gave us the answer about what Science really is. We also had to do a DLO about it and I tried my best to be just a bit creative and I did get creative. My DLO that I created is right above this text and it took me some time to make it.