Last week was World Book and Copyright Day. The 23rd of April was chosen to celebrate books and reading for a very specific purpose. William Shakespeare, the most famous playwright ever, was born on this day. He became famous for his absorbing plots and superb command of the English language. Therefore it seemed quite fitting that his birthday would be chosen to make people more aware of the wonderful world of books.
San Anton School decided to go a step further and instead of devoting just one day to this event, a week full of activities was planned. All the school was involved, from the very young ones in the Junior Sector to the oldest students in Senior Sector. A number of guest authors also visited the school... but let's go through the whole event day-by-day.
On Monday, Mikiel, the popular children's mascot of Agenda Kids Club, together with story-teller Rita Antoinette Borg, visited the Junior Sector. Children and teachers were thrilled at the sight of the big friendly giant dog and his companion. After much cheering and clapping, Ms Borg then proceeded to read a story to the children.
As this was going on, the Grade 5 were busy with their Class Atlas. This consisted of a worksheet wherein each class had to put down the topographical details of their classroon. Width, height, number of chairs, doors and windows, subjects they study - EVERYTHING. By the end of the activity they had a fact sheet of their classroom.
Next was the Grade 7s turn. They were treated to a very interesting talk by Joe Attard about the goings about of publishing a research book. Mr Attard is one of the local authorities about Maltese flora and fauna and his talk proved to be a stimulating experience.
The Grade 7s were busy the following day as well. They had a Short Story Competition. The librarian visited each class and expalined the rules of the competition, after which the students had an entire lesson in which to write their own, original story. The best one of the Grade shall win a prize.
Local children's illustrator Marisa Attard visited the school and did a workshop with the Grade 5s. This proved to be a huge success as the children were awed at Ms Attard's dexterity with her pen and were very keen to try their own illustrations. The library was transformed into a hullaballoo of activity as children posed, sketched and giggled at each other's drawings.
On this day, the Write-A-Story activity kicked off as well. This is activity consisted of a big book with the beginning of a story. Starting from Grade 0.1, the book is going through all the classes in the Junior Sector, and each class has to read the story so far, add its bit, and pass it on to the next class. Thus, in the end, there will be a story written by the entire Junior Sector.
On Wednesday, Trevor Zahra visited the school. He is undoubtedly the most prolific of children's authors and well-loved by readers of all ages. It was quite an honour to have him over to speak to the Grade 9s. The latter, in collaboration with the librarian and the Maltese Department, prepared a surprise for Mr Zahra. A number of students stayed after school hours and filmed a trailer for Fuklar Qadim u Bnadar Imcarrta, the book they are presently doing in class. Mr Zahra was extremely pleased with this and congratulated everyone involved on doing a great job.
Later on the Grade 6s had a Story-Telling Session with Ms Vicki, the Head of San Anton School. She chose a beautiful and challenging story written by Malorie Blackman that dealt with bullying. The children were absorbed in the story throughout the entire session and one could tell that they were paying attention to every single word.
During break there was a book sale. This proved to be an enormous hit. The stand was literally stormed by children, eager to buy a book. The selection, supplied to us by Merlin Library, was superb and therefore there was something for everyone. There were many students who left the stall with a satisfied grin and a book clutched in their hands. (A big thank you goes to all the members of staff who volunteered to help during this activity.)
Thursday kicked off with the Grade 6s Poetry Competition. Once again, the librarian popped over to each class and explained the rules. The students had one lesson in which to write their original poem., which was then collected by the class teacher. The best one of the lot shall be awarded a prize.
As this was going on, Ms Vicki was conducting a workshop for parents. She used her own experience both as a mother and as an educator to share strategies on how to get children enamoured with books and reading. The parents found this extremely helpful and their enthusiasm was obvious during the group exercise at the end of the session.
A couple of hours later, Ms Vicki was once again on the centre stage as she read a story to the Grade 11s. She chose a supernatural story by Ray Bradbury. It was a very intense experience and there were a couple of students who actually jumped during some moments of the story. So kudos to Mr Bradbury as a writer and Ms Anastasi as a story-teller.
On the last day of World Book Week, the school in general and the Grade 10s in particular were given a very special treat. Merlin Library chose San Anton School to launch a week-long tour by authors Simon Bartolo and Lorrane Vella, whose book Wied Wirdien hit the bookshops that very day. It was a very special moment as their previous book, Sqaq l-Infern, had sold over a thousand copies in a couple of days. Also, a television crew came over to film the event. It was a special moment that was enjoyed by everyone around.
Next came Spot the Dog. The latter is a very popular and much beloved character amongst the younger students of the Junior Sector. Merlin Library had kindly supplied the school with a number of Spot the Dog beanies, together with a certificate of adoption, and therefore, the librarian, together with Ms Maria Pia Galea, the Head of Administration, went round the Grade 0 and Grade 1 classes to give a Spot the Dog to each class. He will be the class mascot and whenever they read a story, they can use him to animate his adventures.
Last but not least on the agenda, were the Grade 4s. Each class came to the library and they did a session about bookmarks. The librarian explained what a bookmark is and how to use it and then proceeded to give each student an empty bookmark. They had to draw on it pictures about their favourite books. Not only this, but Merlin Library supplied the school with a number of freebie books, and therefore each child went home with a book and a bookmark.
Besides the above activities, there were other sessions being held throughout the school. The French and Italian departments had book review and book author projects going on, which are at the moment being displayed in the library. The English and Maltese departments, on the other hand, had short stories and fairy tales which are also beng displayed in the library.
It was an eventful week packed with activities and it was clear that the children were enjoying every single bit of it. Reading and story-telling is an enjoyable experience that stimulates and excites one's imagination. Nurturing the latter is as important as having food on the table. Imagination is an essential tool towards the intellectual and emotional development of any individual.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Thursday, March 06, 2008
The Spiderwick Chronicles

The Spiderwick Chronicles will soon be released in the local cinemas. This is a fantastic adventure based on the series of books by Holly Black and Tony DiTerlizzi. The film tells the story of Simon and his brother Jared who, together with their sister Mallory and their mum, go to live in the secluded mansion owned by their great great uncle Arthur Spiderwick. There is some seriously creepy stuff going on and everyone seems to be blaming Jared. However, when he and his brother and sister start to investigate the strange occurences, a sinister explanation is unraveled...
To go on the Official Movie website CLICK HERE.
To go on Holly Black's site CLICK HERE.
To go on Tony DiTerlizzi's site CLICK HERE.
To go to the Spiderwick site CLICK HERE.
And here is the Trailer:
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
New Titles in the Library!
My Brother's Famous Bottom Gets Pinched!by Jeremy Strong
'Now then, where's my fabulous bottom?' 'It's behind you,' said Dad. 'Where else could it be?'
Nicholas's brother's bottom is so famous it's going on tour. The TV people are taking the family on the road - but somebody has to look after the goat! And when the Bumper Dumper tour bus is kidnapped by giant babies it's up to Nicholas to save the day - can he get there in time?
To go to Jeremy Strong's site CLICK HERE.
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Spiderman 3 : The Movie Novelby Jasmine Jones
Everything's going great for Peter Parker - and Spiderman - until some mysterious black goo oozes into his life. It forms into a new black suit that leads Peter down a dark path of pride and revenge... and into the clutches of fearful villains Sandman and Venom. Will everyone's favourite hero ever be the same?
To go to Spiderman 3's site CLICK HERE.
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The Tide Knotby Helen Dunmore
I can't go back in the house. I'm restless, pricking all over. The wind hits me like slaps from huge invisible hands. But it's not the wind that worries me. It's something else, beyond the storm...
Sapphire and her brother Conor can't forget their adventures in Ingo, the mysterious world beneath the sea. They long to see their Mer friends once more. But a crisis is brewing far below the ocean's surface, where Saldowr, the wisest of the Mer, guards the Tide Knot. And soon both Sapphire and Conor will be drawn into Ingo's troubled waters...
To go to Helen Dunmore's site CLICK HERE.
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Steven Gerrard : My Storyby Steven Gerrard
Have you ever wanted to be a football hero? To play for your favourite team, or even England?
This is Steven Gerrard's story - from kick-arounds woth his friends on the street outside his house to becoming captain of Liverpool and a vitally important player in the England team.
Did you know that when he was nine, just after he'd started training at Liverpool, Gerrard had an accident that nearly ended his career before it had even started?
Find out what it feels like to win the FA Cup, to walk up the tunnel at Wembley with the crowd going crazy and to score for England in Steven Gerrard's exciting autobiography!
To go to Steven Gerrard's site CLICK HERE.
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101 Fantastic Things To Do With Your Computerby Tony & Liz Wheeler
Jam-packed with jokes and other activities, this book helpsyou get the most from your computer. Easy-to-follow instructions mean the book and CD-Rom work together, to help you have all the kinds of digital fun.
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The above information was copied from the blurbs of the respective titles.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Parents' Day Bookstand
The Librarian gets the said books from a supplier (a different one for each Parents' Day) who would offer to pay a commission to the school for every book sold. These would then go towards purchasing more resources for the library. Therefore the students get a double treat: a book to read at home and more books to read from school.
Last Friday sales went extremely well. In all, the school made around €180 profit, which is one of the highest ever in the venerable history of Parents' Day bookstands. An enormous thank you goes to Maria Pia and Agnes who helped tremendously throughout!
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Ħrejjef


Il-klassi tal-Malti tal-Grade 8 ingħatalhom proġett li fih kellhom jagħżlu żewġt iħrejjef li jridu huma u jamalgamawhom flimkien. Għalhekk inkitbu stejjer fejn Sindirella u Pinokkjo ltaqgħu; fejn is-Sbejħa Rieqda u l-Qattus biż-Żarbun kellhom avventura; fejn Ġaħan u t-Tlett Iqżieqeż daħlu f’bawxata nobis; u ħafna u ħafna oħrajn.Prosit tassew Grade 8!!
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Innocent - Book Review
Since I really like to read and it's one of my favourite hobbies, I'd like to write about a book which I really enjoyed.Last month I read a book called Innocent written by Anne Cassidy. This book is really interesting. I had never read any books by Anne Cassidy before so I didn't really know what this book was about exactly. However I decided to read it because my classmate had suggested it. Before she gave it to me, she told me a bit about it, and I got really interested.
This book is about a family - a brother (Brad), a sister (Charlie) and their dad but there wasn't a mum. Their dad was trying to take care of them both. But one day the police came to their house and they took Brad to the police station. They were asking him questions about a crash that happened but he didn't know anything about it. Charlie was trying to help him but he didn't want and so she knew that he was innocent. She also knew who was the guy to blame - it was her brother's best friend, Denny, with whom she used to go out.
If you've never read the book, I suggest you do!
Thank you!
Emilia
A Note Of Madness - Book Review
A Note Of Madness tells the story of Flynn, a talented young pianist who is reading for a degree at the Royal College of Music. One of his lecturers recommends him for a prestigious concert, which for Flynn would be the opportunity of a lifetime. He is eventually chosen but this means that there are hectic weeks ahead of him. Together with his mentor, Flynn opts for Rachmaninoff's 3rd concerto, one of the most difficult pieces ever written for piano. Therefore he has to cope with strenuous rehearsals, besides his coursework.At first he is doing just fine, but before long, pressure starts mounting and Flynn finds it increasingly difficult to manage. He becomes hyperactive, moving from one thing to the next without ever pausing. These manic moments are intercut by episodes of extreme depression where he starts feeling that he is not good enough and will not be able to play properly. Flynn's mood swings drive Harry, his flatmate, nuts, and even his friend Jennah starts worrying about Flynn's lifestyle.
Tabitha Suzuma's book deals with manic depression. This is a condition where a person would be feeling on top of the world one moment, and very depressed the other. It is a good book that despite being derivative, tackles the issue of mental health in a very sensitive and humane manner. Recommended for readers 14+
Friday, November 16, 2007
The Mysterious Dog

There is a dark alley close to our house. It is haunted by our dog.
Last year Emerald died. Emerald was our pet dog. We called him Emerald because of his emerald-like eyes. When he died we buried him in the garden and put a tombstone reading R.I.P. Emerald did not rest in peace - he came back in peace!!!
This time his dark black fur had disappeared but it had turned bright emerald green!!! I was shocked. My eyeballs felt like popping right out of their sockets with amazement!! But even though he was a ghost I still played fetch with him.
My neighbours were left with their mouths open. I do not blame them. Have you ever seen a boy with a ghost dog?
After two weeks he disappeared. We could not find him anywhere. Then I thought of the alley we used to walk through when he was alive. When I went there he jumped on me and licked my face.
I started visiting Emerald every day. You must know the saying 'A dog is a man's best friend'!!!
Gabriel
Thursday, November 15, 2007
My Tear Drop

My tear drop
Is going down my face
Down my cheeks
And past my lips
My tear drop
Is going down memory lane
When I first heard your name
When we first fell in love
My tear drop
Is on the tip of my chin
About to tumble
About to die
My tear drop is fallin
I'm calling your name
I'm losing everything about you
Even your smiling face
My tear drop has died
It crashed to the ground
Scattered into a million crystals
As I frown
I guess it will never be
Just you and me
You are lost
My tear drop is gone
Tamsin
Is going down my face
Down my cheeks
And past my lips
My tear drop
Is going down memory lane
When I first heard your name
When we first fell in love
My tear drop
Is on the tip of my chin
About to tumble
About to die
My tear drop is fallin
I'm calling your name
I'm losing everything about you
Even your smiling face
My tear drop has died
It crashed to the ground
Scattered into a million crystals
As I frown
I guess it will never be
Just you and me
You are lost
My tear drop is gone
Tamsin
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
BMXcitement

I love doing tricks and combos on my custom-made BMX. I spend a lot of time practicing the barspin, and I wish I could do the tailwhip or a 360. I like Mike Spinner a lot because he is awesome on a bike and he manages to do incredible stunts.
My favourite trick is the frontflip tailwhip which was only landed twice last August, by the second best biker Scotty Cranmer. He is considered to be a machine because he can do practically anything and he is merely 21 years old. He is definitely my favourite rider cause he amazes me so much at what he does.
The worst fall I've seen was a crash on a double backflip on the trails. The biker who crashed was Stephen Murray, a sensational dirt rider who is truly a guy to watch.
The best trick I've learnt until now was a 180 fakie. The worst fall I've ever had was trying out a new gap. The trick I want to learn at the moment is a 360.
Andrew
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Dark Angels and the Emperor

Dark Angels are like any other Space Marines. They fight for the Emperor against chaos. Chaos are twisted marines who are being controlled by the Evil Emperor. There was once an epic fight between the Emperor and his son (who is in fact the Evil Emperor) and it was told that hundreds of thousands of years ago the Emperor's son walked away from the palace and got lost in the Forbidden Land. And after a while chaos corrupted his mind and when he went back to the palace the Evil Emperor and his father had a fight and the Evil Emperor the Emperor's heart and slashed down to the hip. (That's where two hearts come in handy.)
Dylan
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Literacy Programme Presentation

Yet another activity in the library. This time round, Ms Carmen Muscat delivered a talk about San Anton's Junior literacy programme, what it involves and how it is implemented by the staff. The presentation was intended for Grade 1 parents, of which there was a very encouraging turnout. Judging by their response and feedback after the session, the exercise was a success.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
ACTS

Members of ACTS visited the school and spent a very interesting hour and a half with the Grade 12 students. There was music, videos, games and, most importantly, much to think about.
A considerable chunk of the session was taken by the video presentation, which was powerful and to the point. ACTS tackled issues that are part and parcel of every adolescent's life but which, due to rampant media exploitation, might easily be misunderstood. Self-worth, peer pressure, drug abuse, intimacy, one's perception of his/her body image - these are topics that constantly challenge us and it is of utmost importance to have the right attitude to deal with them.
The overall message was staggeringly simple: when confronted with choice, one must apply a spiritual context to it, otherwise it becomes empty and meaningless.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Welcome Back!!!
New look, new year and new stuff going on!
The blog, as you must have noticed, has changed look. The various colourful shapes that characterised the previous layout have now made way for a more relaxing blue. Relaxing, but no less fun. The blog will still house rambunctious ramblings about events happening in the library. The first of which was...

... the Grade 8s meeting.
Activities in the library started earlier than usual as the newly promoted students of Grade 8 were rounded up for an orientation day. This took place one day before the rest of the students commenced the scholastic year. The idea behind this orientation day was to familiarise the students with the Senior School grounds prior to the hullaballo that obviously accompanies the beginning of the year.
The students were gathered in the library where they were addressed by Ms Vicki, the Head of School, and Mr Joe, the Assistant Head for the Senior Sector. Eventually they were assigned to their respective class and accompanied on a tour of the premises by the class teacher.

The blog, as you must have noticed, has changed look. The various colourful shapes that characterised the previous layout have now made way for a more relaxing blue. Relaxing, but no less fun. The blog will still house rambunctious ramblings about events happening in the library. The first of which was...
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... the Grade 8s meeting.
Activities in the library started earlier than usual as the newly promoted students of Grade 8 were rounded up for an orientation day. This took place one day before the rest of the students commenced the scholastic year. The idea behind this orientation day was to familiarise the students with the Senior School grounds prior to the hullaballo that obviously accompanies the beginning of the year.
The students were gathered in the library where they were addressed by Ms Vicki, the Head of School, and Mr Joe, the Assistant Head for the Senior Sector. Eventually they were assigned to their respective class and accompanied on a tour of the premises by the class teacher.
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As for the other stuff... you just keep on watching this space!!
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
A Way To Freedom
To be liberated
To be emancipated
To get away
To find a way
To be freed
We're all in need
Of freedom some day
We'll find a way
To be free to leave
Not one of us is a thief
We will not stay
We'll find a way
This dream we've got
We will not let it rot
Come what may
We will find a way
To be let out
And be able to shout
"We're free today!"
We will find a way
To be emancipated
To get away
To find a way
To be freed
We're all in need
Of freedom some day
We'll find a way
To be free to leave
Not one of us is a thief
We will not stay
We'll find a way
This dream we've got
We will not let it rot
Come what may
We will find a way
To be let out
And be able to shout
"We're free today!"
We will find a way
Marco
Friday, May 18, 2007
Blessing
Splashing, slopping, lashing, swishing, sweeping,
gushing, whistling, crashing, bashing;
the watery depths - swallowing,
and the angels - weeping.
Continuously, for months, the water plumes,
indulging in its gleaming wet world.
The day is cold as the night, and just as dark and dreary
and the lightning curls, flickers piercing,
and the wind and rain are never weary.
On and on, this deluge seems to be without refrain
the land drunk, lifeless and cold in the February rain,
and the gale beats a rhythm upon the window panes
and viciously rips the catkins off the poplar trees
as an entire nation waits for the sun...
Yes, there is such a longing that blossoms for the mellow breeze!
Trapped inside, all day children huddle in corners, praying
and peering woefully at the storm outside:
The storm which twists and coils and clutches at the shrieking panes
and brings seas of wan white mist to enfold the land,
swirling slowly as they feign a tender embrace...
The same storm which leaves the few, pitiful vultures,
those too feeble to fly away,
harping mournfully as they look upon the drunken land
and see reflections of only desruction in the rippling puddles,
puddles like a looking glass,
where everything seems upside down as the black clouds overhead pass...
Aye, 'tis the self same storm which savages and ravages the helpless trees
and brings the sick leaves reeling down in throngs
pained shreds of the tattered, tumbling skies that,
like a dream,
seem to be falling into the skyline...
The Lord Thunder roars a solo in clashes of angry voices
and the Lady Wind shrieks back a chorus -
treble, tenor and bass.
It is a wild call, wailing heart-break in its song
as the stage, once thriving, turns desolate.
Then comes a queer, silent hushing...
The chill wind becomes languid as though in pain,
and the silver, liquid drops slow to a whispering lullaby.
Frantically they search for someone to hear their story,
their first and last secret before they hit the ground -
like precious pearls that, from heaven, fall amid squalor -
Listen. Listen Hear their tales of fleeing clouds, storm-bruised and frightened...
Disbelieving, a crowd seems to magically appear,
heads upturned as all ages surge out over the saturated fields.
Kneeling in the sodden loam, arms raised to the sky,
the beaten people hail the first, glorious sunbeams, mouths open,
tasting heaven on the little rainbows that peek shyly from the clear, blue sky.
gushing, whistling, crashing, bashing;
the watery depths - swallowing,
and the angels - weeping.
Continuously, for months, the water plumes,
indulging in its gleaming wet world.
The day is cold as the night, and just as dark and dreary
and the lightning curls, flickers piercing,
and the wind and rain are never weary.
On and on, this deluge seems to be without refrain
the land drunk, lifeless and cold in the February rain,
and the gale beats a rhythm upon the window panes
and viciously rips the catkins off the poplar trees
as an entire nation waits for the sun...
Yes, there is such a longing that blossoms for the mellow breeze!
Trapped inside, all day children huddle in corners, praying
and peering woefully at the storm outside:
The storm which twists and coils and clutches at the shrieking panes
and brings seas of wan white mist to enfold the land,
swirling slowly as they feign a tender embrace...
The same storm which leaves the few, pitiful vultures,
those too feeble to fly away,
harping mournfully as they look upon the drunken land
and see reflections of only desruction in the rippling puddles,
puddles like a looking glass,
where everything seems upside down as the black clouds overhead pass...
Aye, 'tis the self same storm which savages and ravages the helpless trees
and brings the sick leaves reeling down in throngs
pained shreds of the tattered, tumbling skies that,
like a dream,
seem to be falling into the skyline...
The Lord Thunder roars a solo in clashes of angry voices
and the Lady Wind shrieks back a chorus -
treble, tenor and bass.
It is a wild call, wailing heart-break in its song
as the stage, once thriving, turns desolate.
Then comes a queer, silent hushing...
The chill wind becomes languid as though in pain,
and the silver, liquid drops slow to a whispering lullaby.
Frantically they search for someone to hear their story,
their first and last secret before they hit the ground -
like precious pearls that, from heaven, fall amid squalor -
Listen. Listen Hear their tales of fleeing clouds, storm-bruised and frightened...
Disbelieving, a crowd seems to magically appear,
heads upturned as all ages surge out over the saturated fields.
Kneeling in the sodden loam, arms raised to the sky,
the beaten people hail the first, glorious sunbeams, mouths open,
tasting heaven on the little rainbows that peek shyly from the clear, blue sky.
Hillary
My Shadow
The black shadows came over me
They controlled my mind and soul
My body is being covered by the shadow
Whilst the light of the angels die out
Hell is winning
And heaven is losing
Let my life turn into hell
And bring me darkness
My loving heart
Lost in the dark
Hoping to see the light again
God backs out and turns away
My hatred is too powerful and strong
Satan tries to win me over
But he is killed by me
The universe goes black
I am lost in eternal darkness
Walking alone
There is no speck of light
Just a black dark shadow with no feelings
Behind my back
Haunting me forever...
Tamsin
They controlled my mind and soul
My body is being covered by the shadow
Whilst the light of the angels die out
Hell is winning
And heaven is losing
Let my life turn into hell
And bring me darkness
My loving heart
Lost in the dark
Hoping to see the light again
God backs out and turns away
My hatred is too powerful and strong
Satan tries to win me over
But he is killed by me
The universe goes black
I am lost in eternal darkness
Walking alone
There is no speck of light
Just a black dark shadow with no feelings
Behind my back
Haunting me forever...
Tamsin
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Down a hole
Down,
Down,
Down,
into the Dark,
into obscurity.
I can't see,
I can't touch,
I can't hear,
I'm gone...
I'm Down...
I'm away...
The wind lashes
my face like a whip.
The wall compresses me...
I can't breathe
I'm plunging deeper, and
I feel as though I'm on
a rollercoaster
Will it stop?
Will it end?
One wild Rollercoaster!
Raquel
Down,
Down,
into the Dark,
into obscurity.
I can't see,
I can't touch,
I can't hear,
I'm gone...
I'm Down...
I'm away...
The wind lashes
my face like a whip.
The wall compresses me...
I can't breathe
I'm plunging deeper, and
I feel as though I'm on
a rollercoaster
Will it stop?
Will it end?
One wild Rollercoaster!
Raquel
Friday, March 30, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
The Secret Room
One day Jack went to his Grandma who lived in a cottage in a forest. It was sweltering hot because the sun was high up in the sky. Jack was very keen on chess and always carried a chessboard with him. He especially liked to play with his Grandma.
After walking for what seemed to be 3 hours, he finally arrived to his Grandma's house. She was not at home and he jumped at the opportunity to go to the secret room.
Grandma had this secret room and told Jack never ever to go in there. Jack was curious and crept slowly to the door of the secret room. He opened the door. The door creaked. He saw a huge bookshelf and an armchair which was stained.
Jack walked slowly down the broken steps and sat down on the stained armchair. After a small while he got up and looked around him. He saw a black cat but when he tried to pick it up, it jumped and ran away.
Jack walked to the big bookshelf and chose a book. The book was called Zack The Genius. Jack started reading the book.
Then Jack's Grandma returned home from the shop. Jack quickly put the book back on the shelf and sprinted upstairs. He opened his book and started doing his homework. And Grandma never found out that he had gone inside the secret room.
After walking for what seemed to be 3 hours, he finally arrived to his Grandma's house. She was not at home and he jumped at the opportunity to go to the secret room.
Grandma had this secret room and told Jack never ever to go in there. Jack was curious and crept slowly to the door of the secret room. He opened the door. The door creaked. He saw a huge bookshelf and an armchair which was stained.
Jack walked slowly down the broken steps and sat down on the stained armchair. After a small while he got up and looked around him. He saw a black cat but when he tried to pick it up, it jumped and ran away.
Jack walked to the big bookshelf and chose a book. The book was called Zack The Genius. Jack started reading the book.
Then Jack's Grandma returned home from the shop. Jack quickly put the book back on the shelf and sprinted upstairs. He opened his book and started doing his homework. And Grandma never found out that he had gone inside the secret room.
nicky
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