This is my fantasy piece, and I hope you enjoy reading it. It took a lot of effort to make this with all the planing for the story, making the pictures, and putting it onto FlipSnack to publish it to my blog. I was reading over this and I found out that I had some parts that don't make sense, so if you see something that doesn't look right, it is because I didn't fix it. I really liked doing the fantasy unit because it doesn't just mean we get to have fun with magic and all of that stuff, but it shows our creativity too! The thing that I was frustrated with was the part when we made the pictures. I was really confused, and I was always messing things up. Thankfully I got 4 pictures in, but if I was more in controlled, I probably could of gotten 6 pictures. I think that this wasn't one of my best pieces, but I wouldn't say that it was one of my worst. I hope you enjoy reading, and please comment saying what I should work on.
Wednesday, 12 March 2014
Tuesday, 11 March 2014
Thursday, 6 March 2014
Picture Prompt - Rewind Or Pause Button?
P.S. if you have been to anywhere fun that you think that I should go to, please comment down below telling me what is your must do. Thank you!
Thursday, 20 February 2014
Goof Around Writing
Today my class was asked to write either a picture prompt, a story, or anything they wanted. I will choose anything I want. I chose this because because some people ask me what do you dream about at night? I have had many dreams as you can see. I'm 11 so, 365 times 11 equals about 4,000. 4,000 dreams... I can not remember all of them, but here is one that know straight from the heart!
(This will sort of be like a fantasy story, but this is a dream, not a story.)
"Number 1673!" Said the announcer. I walked up to the line and went to pose. A hand went up, and I started the routine. Up, down, bounce, and walk. In a matter of time I was done, and I went to pose, than walked back to my seat. "Good job!" everybody was saying to me. 12.9 was my score. It was the lowest score on the team. I sat there shrugging my shoulders. It seemed like hours before all the girls were done. Then, before we knew it, the gymnastic coach told us to get up and walk over to vault.
We approached vault, and said "hi"to the judge. Then we took our places. 3rd in line was horrible, but I would have to live with it. Practice was over, and the real judging came in. The two girls that were in front of me went. The first girl got 34.7, and the second girl got 36.1. Now it was my turn. I ran the hardest I could jumped on the spring bored, and closed my eyes. I was scared. Right as I jumped, I was expecting to land, but I didn't feel anything touching the bottoms of my feet.
Everything was silent. Only a few sounds came from the air vents. I opened my eyes only expecting to see myself rising. I was looking franticly all over for my mom. There she was at the corner of my eye yelling something that I couldn't understand. Then my head hit the top of the roof. "Ow!" I said. "HELP! HELP!" That was the only thing I heard now. Myself.
I wasn't sure what to do! I was scared, only heard myself, and didn't know how I had this power. I decided in my dream I wanted to switch it around back to where I saw my mom, but I could hear her, and a ladder would bring me down. "Julia, don't be scared! We will get you down!" Screamed my mom to me. How are they going to get me down I wondered. Then, a ladder hit a post next to me.
I held onto it, and as slow as molasses came down the ladder. My mom took me away and said to me, "Ok, so you have it! Now! IN FRONT OF EVERYBODY!!!!!!!!!" "Have what?" I was tempted to ask. My mom was banging her head against a wall. "What mommy???" I really wanted to know. Then my coaches came out and asked what was happening.
My mom grabbed me and put me behind her back and quickly told them, "Um, what thing?" I could tell my mom wanted to keep this 'thing' a secret. I squeezed out of my moms hands and told the coaches, "I was just testing out my new... new... don't get mad at me... boots!" "You have and had NO boots on when you were doing vault!" said my coaches. My mom put in, "They are invisible, keep it a secret!" "Well, I don't ever want you to wear them EVER again when in a meet!" said my coaches! "YES! I will never wear them ever again in a meet!" I said. The coaches then left. I would of never knew that the coaches would of fell for that.
"What is happening mom?" I asked one more time to my mom. "Well, you see honey. I was born with the gift of flight." "Was daddy?" I asked. "No." My mom said. "And you have to keep it a secret or else the power will be gone." "Then how do I have it?" "Because you are my daughter, and yes Jami (my sister) and Drew (my brother) both have it too." "So, that means I can fly?" "Yes, but not now because it takes practice!" "Ok, no more flying until practice. But, how do I control my flying? How do I know when to fly or not? What would happen if I start to fly again?" "Don't worry, the only way you can begin to fly is by a thinking about a certain thing, but I can't tell you that until you are 15." "Ok, well I better get back to the vault. Thanks mom!" I hugged her good bye, and went back into the gym.
I redid my straight jump for vault and got 14.1. I did everything else until I was very tired. "Get up Julia, time to get ready for school!" I looked around the room, and it was Friday morning, and I had 45 minutes until the bus came. "Just a dream, just a dream!" I joked to my self. In a matter of time I was out the door. It was a long day, and finally it was over and I had gymnastic. I told the coaches all about my dream.
The coaches then were teaching us how to do back handsprings. "Julia, your turn!" My coach said. I got up, and I did a practice one, then I had to get back in line. Sometimes when I get bored, I do a round off, then swing back my arms and head, but I don't really do a handspring because I don't know how to do it. I did the round off, swung back my arms, and surprisingly, I did a back handspring. I slipped, and went into a split position. "I CAN DO THE SPLITS!!!!!!" I shouted. I had been wanting to do the splits for a LONG time! I started doing the splits everywhere, and then I heard a voice. "Wake up Julia!" I heard my mom say. "Another dream?" I said. Then I got ready in the real world. (When I woke up though, I was REALLY mad because I thought that I wasn't dreaming, and I really could do the splits.)
So, when people ask me, what kind of dreams I have, this story would be one of the dreams I have had. I hope you like it, and please make a comment saying what are some things I should improve on. Thanks for reading!
(This will sort of be like a fantasy story, but this is a dream, not a story.)
"Number 1673!" Said the announcer. I walked up to the line and went to pose. A hand went up, and I started the routine. Up, down, bounce, and walk. In a matter of time I was done, and I went to pose, than walked back to my seat. "Good job!" everybody was saying to me. 12.9 was my score. It was the lowest score on the team. I sat there shrugging my shoulders. It seemed like hours before all the girls were done. Then, before we knew it, the gymnastic coach told us to get up and walk over to vault.
We approached vault, and said "hi"to the judge. Then we took our places. 3rd in line was horrible, but I would have to live with it. Practice was over, and the real judging came in. The two girls that were in front of me went. The first girl got 34.7, and the second girl got 36.1. Now it was my turn. I ran the hardest I could jumped on the spring bored, and closed my eyes. I was scared. Right as I jumped, I was expecting to land, but I didn't feel anything touching the bottoms of my feet.
Everything was silent. Only a few sounds came from the air vents. I opened my eyes only expecting to see myself rising. I was looking franticly all over for my mom. There she was at the corner of my eye yelling something that I couldn't understand. Then my head hit the top of the roof. "Ow!" I said. "HELP! HELP!" That was the only thing I heard now. Myself.
I wasn't sure what to do! I was scared, only heard myself, and didn't know how I had this power. I decided in my dream I wanted to switch it around back to where I saw my mom, but I could hear her, and a ladder would bring me down. "Julia, don't be scared! We will get you down!" Screamed my mom to me. How are they going to get me down I wondered. Then, a ladder hit a post next to me.
I held onto it, and as slow as molasses came down the ladder. My mom took me away and said to me, "Ok, so you have it! Now! IN FRONT OF EVERYBODY!!!!!!!!!" "Have what?" I was tempted to ask. My mom was banging her head against a wall. "What mommy???" I really wanted to know. Then my coaches came out and asked what was happening.
My mom grabbed me and put me behind her back and quickly told them, "Um, what thing?" I could tell my mom wanted to keep this 'thing' a secret. I squeezed out of my moms hands and told the coaches, "I was just testing out my new... new... don't get mad at me... boots!" "You have and had NO boots on when you were doing vault!" said my coaches. My mom put in, "They are invisible, keep it a secret!" "Well, I don't ever want you to wear them EVER again when in a meet!" said my coaches! "YES! I will never wear them ever again in a meet!" I said. The coaches then left. I would of never knew that the coaches would of fell for that.
"What is happening mom?" I asked one more time to my mom. "Well, you see honey. I was born with the gift of flight." "Was daddy?" I asked. "No." My mom said. "And you have to keep it a secret or else the power will be gone." "Then how do I have it?" "Because you are my daughter, and yes Jami (my sister) and Drew (my brother) both have it too." "So, that means I can fly?" "Yes, but not now because it takes practice!" "Ok, no more flying until practice. But, how do I control my flying? How do I know when to fly or not? What would happen if I start to fly again?" "Don't worry, the only way you can begin to fly is by a thinking about a certain thing, but I can't tell you that until you are 15." "Ok, well I better get back to the vault. Thanks mom!" I hugged her good bye, and went back into the gym.
I redid my straight jump for vault and got 14.1. I did everything else until I was very tired. "Get up Julia, time to get ready for school!" I looked around the room, and it was Friday morning, and I had 45 minutes until the bus came. "Just a dream, just a dream!" I joked to my self. In a matter of time I was out the door. It was a long day, and finally it was over and I had gymnastic. I told the coaches all about my dream.
The coaches then were teaching us how to do back handsprings. "Julia, your turn!" My coach said. I got up, and I did a practice one, then I had to get back in line. Sometimes when I get bored, I do a round off, then swing back my arms and head, but I don't really do a handspring because I don't know how to do it. I did the round off, swung back my arms, and surprisingly, I did a back handspring. I slipped, and went into a split position. "I CAN DO THE SPLITS!!!!!!" I shouted. I had been wanting to do the splits for a LONG time! I started doing the splits everywhere, and then I heard a voice. "Wake up Julia!" I heard my mom say. "Another dream?" I said. Then I got ready in the real world. (When I woke up though, I was REALLY mad because I thought that I wasn't dreaming, and I really could do the splits.)
So, when people ask me, what kind of dreams I have, this story would be one of the dreams I have had. I hope you like it, and please make a comment saying what are some things I should improve on. Thanks for reading!
Thursday, 13 February 2014
My 2nd Reflection To Christalite Methodist Home
This would be my second time going to the Christalite Methodist Home. I thought it wasn't as fun as the time before, but it was still fun! I will tell you again all the things that happened from the bus to leaving. I hope you like my second reflection!
First I got on the bus, (what other way could I get there?) and it was the shortest ride ever. It seemed even shorter than going to the same place last time. I was very excited and nervous at the same time. I can not explain why I was nervous though. Then we pulled in, and my second adventure begun!
I got in to the entrance of the Christalite Methodist Home and the people who worked there told us to sit down while they got our room ready. Then in a matter of time, the people who worked there told us that our room was ready. We all rushed in to see what our room was going to look like. It was a little strange being in a different room than the one we used to have. Though there was a good thing about the room, it was huge. First we thought it was going to be small, but then the people who worked there started to unlock another bigger room, so that gave us TONS of space.
All of the class started rearranging things, and in about 5-10 minutes we where ready to go! People started coming in. Only one at a time though. Everyone had a least 1 person at their table, but no more than 5. It was sad that only little people came in. Even though a few people came in, we all had someone to work with.
This man came to my table, and Jade and I started to talk to him. He wasn't talking back to Jade and I. Then one of the people who works there told us that that man couldn't see very well, and Jade and I later on found out that he didn't speak english, or any language. (He probably did, but he wasn't talking at all!) Both Jade and I helped that man when this old lady sat down.
I was surprised that I saw the same fragile, so cute, old lady that I talked about in my last reflection. She was a little more active this time, and made 4 hearts. They were really good too! I thought she did a really good job again because she knew what to do, and she didn't put random things all over her heart. (The only thing that she did differently was she sometimes decorated the heart when the heart was upside down.) She was also confusing. She always wanted everything to be in order. She would make a row of 5 pom-pons, then she would skip a row and do 5 more. I wouldn't think that old people would want to place things in a order. They would just want to scatter everything around. I also gave her a marker, and she did really weird designs with it. She only did one design on all her hearts.
Then this old woman sat down next to where Jade was standing, and Jade really needed help because she couldn't help two people at a time. I was helping that one woman that I talked about in the paragraph above, so I was busy. Alyssa came over and asked if we needed help, and of course, she read our minds! Since Alyssa came over, she helped the one man Jade was helping, and Jade helped the one woman that just sat down. Things worked out just right.
One hour passed by, (but it seemed like 20 minutes) and we had to say good-bye. I was sad. I wanted to keep on helping, but we had to go. I will definitely keep this place in mind. (Especially when I look back at this reflection!) I wish that we had longer time, because only a few people came in, we had plenty of extras, and I would of loved to help out some more! I did hear that everyone was on lunch break, so that gave some explanation to why there was only little people. I loved going, and would love to come back with some more crafts because I think that the people there really like them!
First I got on the bus, (what other way could I get there?) and it was the shortest ride ever. It seemed even shorter than going to the same place last time. I was very excited and nervous at the same time. I can not explain why I was nervous though. Then we pulled in, and my second adventure begun!
I got in to the entrance of the Christalite Methodist Home and the people who worked there told us to sit down while they got our room ready. Then in a matter of time, the people who worked there told us that our room was ready. We all rushed in to see what our room was going to look like. It was a little strange being in a different room than the one we used to have. Though there was a good thing about the room, it was huge. First we thought it was going to be small, but then the people who worked there started to unlock another bigger room, so that gave us TONS of space.
All of the class started rearranging things, and in about 5-10 minutes we where ready to go! People started coming in. Only one at a time though. Everyone had a least 1 person at their table, but no more than 5. It was sad that only little people came in. Even though a few people came in, we all had someone to work with.
This man came to my table, and Jade and I started to talk to him. He wasn't talking back to Jade and I. Then one of the people who works there told us that that man couldn't see very well, and Jade and I later on found out that he didn't speak english, or any language. (He probably did, but he wasn't talking at all!) Both Jade and I helped that man when this old lady sat down.
I was surprised that I saw the same fragile, so cute, old lady that I talked about in my last reflection. She was a little more active this time, and made 4 hearts. They were really good too! I thought she did a really good job again because she knew what to do, and she didn't put random things all over her heart. (The only thing that she did differently was she sometimes decorated the heart when the heart was upside down.) She was also confusing. She always wanted everything to be in order. She would make a row of 5 pom-pons, then she would skip a row and do 5 more. I wouldn't think that old people would want to place things in a order. They would just want to scatter everything around. I also gave her a marker, and she did really weird designs with it. She only did one design on all her hearts.
Then this old woman sat down next to where Jade was standing, and Jade really needed help because she couldn't help two people at a time. I was helping that one woman that I talked about in the paragraph above, so I was busy. Alyssa came over and asked if we needed help, and of course, she read our minds! Since Alyssa came over, she helped the one man Jade was helping, and Jade helped the one woman that just sat down. Things worked out just right.
One hour passed by, (but it seemed like 20 minutes) and we had to say good-bye. I was sad. I wanted to keep on helping, but we had to go. I will definitely keep this place in mind. (Especially when I look back at this reflection!) I wish that we had longer time, because only a few people came in, we had plenty of extras, and I would of loved to help out some more! I did hear that everyone was on lunch break, so that gave some explanation to why there was only little people. I loved going, and would love to come back with some more crafts because I think that the people there really like them!
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