Cybersmart - short cut poster

This is my poster for this weeks cybersmart. Copy and paste have saved me many times even if it's the most well known short cut. What is your favourite?
 

Sitting in front of the school

Sitting at the front of the school

The surface of the pencil felt slippier then riding along on melted ice while in gumboots with no grips and as I jotted down some notes on my book, I had to readjust my grip ever so often. The sun shone ignorable rays of heat while the wind lazily crept by, barely swaying the tips of the trees. 

My classmates chattered among themselves while cars zoomed by to who-know-where. But the teacher wanted none of that and yelled at us to “Shush!”, when I suddenly heard faint yappings of a dog. Not loud or quiet, but I could’ve missed the barks if I hadn’t sought out for any other sound that weren’t the people beside me. 

But what did take most of my attention wasn’t neither sight, sound or smell. It was the feeling of the pebbles on the concrete bumping on my skin and the edge of the uncomfortable brick fence/wall stabbing into my back. I couldn’t concentrate on anything else without forgetting about how sore my back was even if I wanted to. Maybe, if I hadn’t chosen to sit where I was sitting, I would’ve enjoyed it better.

 

Time - Get creative

Time.

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Time. He always knew he had less of this then others even from the start of his birth. He was wary about the disease he had since the age of 3. Cancer; he still didn’t understand much of it. All he knew was that his breathing was rapidly worsening day by day because of the thing growing in his lungs. 

Lung cancer. That was the simple term that the doctors and his foster parents had explained to him. He’d see other kids the same age as him, 7-8 outside the house playing, enjoying life. But if he tried to go outside all that met him was suffocating attempts to grasp at air, and then coughing, coughing until blood swelled out of his mouth, but even with the blood, all his body did was push out more.

He could feel the end drawing near soon, his short life having the blinds pushed back into place before he could even show his performance all because his biological mother never cared about his health. If he had the energy to, he’d be angry, frustrated about his biological parents who had smoked when he was still just a fetus, about how he was a one in a million chance, and angry about how the doctors haven't found a way to cure his disease yet.

He wanted more time. He didn’t want to see the abyss yet; not now at least. He still wanted to make his dreams reality. He wants to be a race car driver zooming across the lanes as fast as sound, he wanted to be a fire fighter which saved homes and lives, he wanted to be an astronaut and explore new and wonderful planets.

He wanted to be it all. He’d reach out for the dream, it’s brilliant light glowing on him with hope. But when he was mere centimetres away from it, a chain of his cancer pulled his arm back, pulling and pulling him all the way to square one. The more he wrestled and tug, the chains only got tighter. Any attempts at treatment were futile and the chains only came back thicker. Time was running low and each time he was pulled back, it was further then when he had chased his dreams at age 4. 

He needed more time, he had to reach his dreams before he dies. But life merely ignored his plead of helps because he was just one poor kid too sick to be saved out of the hundreds...

 

Royal Flush

Royal Flush

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I went first, feet tapping the ground as I raced towards Mrs Tennant and landed behind a couple of people. The first few infront had gotten none of the cards I needed and I didnt expect much either. The sun glared sun  glared down at me and th ewind had disappeared completely which didn’t help that we barely had any shade to hide under, while the cicadas chirped like a blaring alarm.

Finally, came my turn. What would I get? A diamond? A heart? Or am I going to be lucky enough to get the club, the exact one we need? The teacher lifted the card and I stared blankly at it for a few seconds before realization suddenly slapped my across the face. I didn’t get a club. No, it was something even better then a club; a Joker! I snatched it off and raced back to my team. Were already in the lead. Good.

Introduction to blog 2021

 Hi. My names Kate and I’m a year 8. I’m a Chinese and my height is around 1.6-7 m tall and I go to Otaki College. I enjoy art and often enough, writing and my family consists of my parents and 2 siblings. I don’t have a favourite subject since I don’t have enough opinions on all of them. My favourite colours bubblegum red and I love chocolate though I’ll never bite down into liquorice. I HATE sports and I would rather do a really hard algebra question then run a 2 k running race. 

Athletics Day writing

 Athletics Day

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I caressed the singular leaf I had pulled off, before ripping a hole into its rubbery skin and attempting to shove my hand into the poor thing. It fell into halves, as I expected and the remains slowly drifted to the ground, joining its brotherliness in the line of being compost. 

I had forgotten to bring green clothes for athletics day. Heck, I actually forgot it was sports day but I was lucky enough to have brought my normal P.E ones. But again I didn’t actually HAVE green clothes in my defence.

Pulling onto a bush of a bush, I snapped off a twig and again attempted to wrap it around my arm and knot it. But again, it snapped. Dang it. I raised my arm once again and tugged at the bush; when I suddenly pulled at what I thought was part of the tangle of leaves, when it separated from the tree while both sides of the line were still intertwined through the branches of the bush. Then I realised… vines! Beautiful stick like things that are a lot more bendy and is known for wrapping around things! Perfect.

So I begun to follow the vine-wrapping trail until I thought it was long enough and using my fingernails, snapped it and repeated the process with the other side. Once I was done,  I tried to make a bracelet and guess what? It worked! With a confident grin, I finally left. Good. The rustling of the leaves were slowly sounding like they were laughing at me even though it only was a few minutes.

Memory Book

 

Memory book of my memories. Do you have any memorable memories?