I need to work on using metaphors and using more descriptive lanua
A thick coat of green fur spiked up like thorns all over his hunched over back. Dark green eyes like large rounded emeralds with a black dot stared hazily drawing more focus below them, where 8 white teeth hooked over his lip like sharp icicles. Its short arms firmly pressed against his body.
Reading- I am really improving in my reading. I probably need to read more books. Writing- I have gotten better at using more descriptive words. I need to make my writing clearer for the reader Maths- I have been improving in some of my maths and knowing all basic facts off by heart. I need to get better at IKAN. Aspire- I found information quite easily but struggled with time management. I need to improve using my time well. Social- I have made a lot of new friends not just in room 3 but throughout the school. I could be more inclusive. Goals-
armchair writing Vibrant lavender colour floods the room, surrounding the chair. A grape smell wafted around the chair, intensifying the room with a lavender haze. Thick wooden legs stuck out like tree trunks, supporting the chair. Glass smashes as vigorous teeth begin crunching the lemony-orange fading light bulb. A loud chewing noise soaks the almost deserted room. Liveliness seems to be boiling inside the chair. Branchey arms flowed spontaneously splashed in an aroma of colours. The wind snapped at the tent. I wound the tent door up and peaked out for a view of the glamourous mountain peaks and dripping icicles. I bit my lip as the frosty air froze me. Veering towards a waterhole frozen, coated with ice gleaming the reflection as if it was a mirror. My feet crunched like cornflakes in the hard crispy snow. Wind whipped over the horizon blaring a vigorous aroma of noise. Identifying the isolation I tramped back through the snow back to more warmth of a soft sleeping bag.
Jenna camp recount
A warm breeze brushed softly against my face as I heard row row row your boat. I was standing on the stoney pavement, from underneath me it was burning my feet. We clipped on our lifejackets and were ready for our sailing lessons. The water was glimmering from the beams of sun that shot out from the sky. Sophie was my partner.It was a rush for the coloured sailing boats, we got left with a white one. The decking was slippery. My feet kept sliding to different angles. I clenched the side of the boat and slid down into it, Sophie following. The boat bobbed on the lake. A big wave of water washed over our boat and ourselves as the kayak sped quickly past showering us in water. We were so confused about how to make the boat go faster. It felt like it was going to capsize. After we finally realised how to make it go faster, we were slowly moving around the lake.The wind picked up and began moving us back to the bay. The boat swirled up the water as it crashed into the decking and surrounding boats. We stepped out the boat, dry , unlike some other unlucky people. Everyone unclipped their life jackets. The pavement was still really hot so I followed Sophie onto the grass. It was prickly, but a relief from the scorching concrete. The gravel crunched as our rides approached. We hopped in and set off back to camp. |
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