My Basic Facts for week 2!

This week was the first week we started to do our "basic facts" for 2020. Last year, I was working on stage 5 and had 6 for my basic facts. I wasn't doing good at both of them and I wouldn't do 6 a week like I was supposed to, I would only do like 3 every 2 weeks. At the end of last year I tried stage 7, and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, the things I struggled on for it, I worked through and now, even doing timed I am getting scores I can be proud of. Some of the sums on Prototec Basic Facts Level 7 consist of Multiplication, Division, Converting Fractions, Percentages and Decimals and also Square roots and factors. I am doing well for the timed test as well. I enjoy seeing my score go up everyday, it sometimes is a little hard on timed but I get better every time right? I have nothing I would do differently about my Basic Facts! Here are some of my tests:

I hope one day this year to be doing level 8!

Paragraph Writing!

For a couple of weeks now, our class has been learning paragraph writing. We learnt how to leak our paragraphs, like having one topic in the first and linking that topic to the next. We had a picture to base our stories on. I wrote five paragraphs, and tried my best to link them all.

Displeasure ran through his nerves as a flake from the paint on the window pain fell into his left eye. He squinted to try to get the paint flake out but it was submerged into the bottom eyelid. For a minute after that he kept his eyes closed, trying not to feel the pain from the paint flake. He remembered his wife's eyes, beautiful and blue, like the waves that crashed onto the beach on their wedding day. All he was thinking about was good memories, everything to keep his mind off the pain. When he opened his eyes again, he howled. As soon as they were open, agony shot through his whole face. He wished so hard to not be in pain, to see his wife and kids again. 

He tried to remember their names, Lucy and Kit. Kit was probably at the basketball game that he paid to go to himself; Shouting “Go Team!”, because he didn’t know the names of the teams. Soon, he couldn’t feel pain anymore. Not in his eye anyway, in his heart, he still could. He was so used to the pain already, the physical pain, that he didn’t notice his eye was watering. Not from crying or missing his family, but from irritation in his eye. Soon, the attention was on his nose, all he could smell was musk and rotting wood. 

His eyes were closed for long enough and he was tired enough to just…

When he awoke, he didn’t know the time of day. He could taste the toothpaste from nights ago in his mouth. It was a faint taste, but still there. He smacked his tongue up and down in his mouth to keep the taste going, anything was better than mud and rotten wood. He suddenly got a confused look on his face. His position changed, must have moved in his sleep, which wasn’t like him because he is a still sleeper, he didn’t use to be, but he had to adapt to that life because of his wife, there couldn’t be two dancers, so he gave her the stage. 

Now, all he could think about was his wife; nothing else. He remembered her short curly brown hair. She used to streak it with blonde, which always looked amazing on her. Her short cut pencil skirt and pink blouse that she wore to the office every day, with maroon-ish purple lipstick, sometimes Lucy would steal and make a “masterpiece” out of it. One time, after Lucy put on her mothers' bright pink lipstick, we took her out with a kite and went to the park on the corner. It wasn’t a great park, it had a set of swings, a seesaw, and a slide. She loved it though. Her kite had a little monsters face, orange, yellow, teal and green. The main color was blue, but it had accents of the others. He would say “Luc, go get your twin! We’re going out.” He would say that because Lucy was a little monster; when she would be down, he would say “Your my beautiful, strong, brave, cute, loving and caring little monster, now go to bed and get some sleep.”

He loved having those talks with her, stroking her blonde hair that she never brushed. She had the same eyes as her mum though, bright blue with a hint of green.  He would stare into her eyes, seeing his wife in her. Lucy was going to grow up a strong and independent woman, just like her mum.

Kit looked much different from Luc and Emerson. When Kit was little, he would sit in front of the TV watching Teletubbies. His favorite was Laa-Laa, and he would always dress up as Laa-Laa for Halloween. Well, not exactly. When he dressed as Laa-Laa, he would dress green; just like Dipsy. But he would think he was Laa-Laa. and Emerson would quietly with her Husband.

My Mother xx

WALT: This week we have been doing "Character Descriptions" on our Mother or a close female in our lives. First we had to do "Physical Description", "Behaviour" Then "Environment & Belongings".
I did mine about my Mother. Enjoy.

My Mother

Hmm, let me think. My mother… Stunning.

Her eyes shine even when it’s a dull day. Her smile is brighter than the sun. She always has the same smell, flowers. In my opinion, she doesn't need perfume, because her aroma is blooming on it’s on. Her attire fits her perfectly, but she has these unsightly green jeans. That doesn’t matter, because one day, I’ll burn them.

You know I wouldn't do that mum!

Even though she's fifty-one, she looks twenty-five; and, she has a magical voice that puts me to sleep every night. Dad was a genius to marry someone like her!

You know what? Mum don't need no "Happy Pills". She's already joyful and unbelievable without them. Her sense of humour is better than mine, (gold medal for her!).

My mum effects people in a marvellous way. She will change someone's day with a smile or a joke. She surely changes my day with a smile and a hug. She would never use a rude word against someone. (At least not to their face!)

She likes to keep everything tidy. She’ll nag at me until I clean my room. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. When I'm making dinner, she makes me clean all the dishes before we serve, I think it's unfair. But you're the former chef here so I don't care. You'll always kill a spider for me, even when it'd be tiny, and if you're too scared to do it, you'll improvise and get Dad.

You will never know just how beautiful you are to me.

And with that mum, you're my hero!

♥

Pig The Pug, Character Descriptions.

Pig the Pug.

Pig The Pug is a pug. He is very chunky and funky, he has folds all over him. His eyes stick out to the side of his head. It's hard for Pig to smile because his face is all droopy. He has floppy ears and has brownish red eyes that make him look evil. His figure is cute, but not when you look closer...

Pig The Pug is a vindictive dog who is always stealing the limelight. Pig never lets Trevor do anything, this causes Pig to get hurt when he tries to overcome Trevor but doesn't succeed. His behaviour is a sort of rude and cheeky type. There is toxic steam that always comes off him. Pig has everyone wrapped around his finger, but not Trevor. He likes all the attention and doesn’t want anyone to share it with him. Pig always has this thought in his head: “I am the best, no one is better than ME!”

Pig makes people feel used, manipulated, and grief-stricken. 
Trevor always thinks to himself: “Pig is my brother, I would never make him blue, even if he makes me feel blue. I can’t just bluntly be rude to him.”
Trevor feels manipulated, even though his brother is uncivil to Trevor.
Pigs owners/parents have been deceived, they think Pig is a little Angel, but Pig has made them think that by being nice to everyone around them and taking the spotlight. Trevor wishes they saw the truth between Pig and Trevor's abusive relationship. Everyone has been fooled by Pigs behaviour around everyone.
Pig is making people doubt themselves in every way. His behaviour is appalling!

Pig would ALWAYS have his furniture glossed. He would always have his toys in his chest by his bed. He would always have his expensive colognes in alphabetical order. He was like a little Prince. He even had a Tiara on his bedside table to show how amazing he was. His bed was one sheet only, no wrinkles, no bumps. It had to be perfect, every side had to be the exact same length. Everything in his room is pristine white. Everything is painted with a creamy white, a greyish white or a bright white. Nothing is out of order, if something moves, he'll have a panic attack. Pigs lawyers call him O.C.D, it's true though.

By: Lauren