Writing+2012

In my narrative I got a 4A

This is my exposition.
Music Is More Important Than Sport.

Is music more important than sport? no it clearly isn’t as you could be living the dream playing the game you love every week but you waste your life listening to music and not training or anything.

Firstly, I believe sport can get you exercise and you’ll be having fun at the same time. It is a great way to interact with friends and meet new people. There are many kinds of sport like rugby, soccer, netball, basketball, hockey, ice hockey and a lot more. If you play a sport you will know what I mean. Sport can teach you how to win and how to lose and that is a really big thing because you must be a have good sportsmanship and accept the fact if you lose. Sport is all about communication and you need communication to succeed in life.

Secondly, music well I don’t know, sitting in your room all day eating chips and listening to music. That’s just a waste of time, you could be outside playing sport or anything but you just want to be fat and lazy instead. Music isn’t something you can do it’s something you can listen to and if you don’t interact with anyone except for singing your favorite song you won’t achieve anything in life. You have to go outside and interact with people like you can do in sport or you won’t have any friends.

Thirdly, Sport is really fun, I love it and I know that all of my friends love it as they have told me on numerous occasions. Once you start to play sport you have lots of fun and you do what you love doing. If you're like me and very passionate about your favorite sport you will know exactly what I am talking about because I just can’t get enough of my favorite sport rugby.

Fourthly, you could be famous from music. You could sing music really good and earn a great living from it. The only bad thing is you probably won’t enjoy yourself as much as sport players do rather it’s on a field, indoors, on a pitch or on ice you can’t enjoy yourself as much as sport players. If you sing you might have fans but that’s it you would meet them and then forget their names straight away so you might not have too much friends. Too much music artists try drugs and die like Amy Winehouse and Whitney Houston who have both just passed away recently from drugs.

Lastly, I play rugby and rugby is one of the best things in my life. I love tackling, running with the ball, scoring tries and most of all winning. Because when you play a good game of rugby I always get that great feeling that I played good, but only sport players know what I’m talking about. If you feel the same way as I do about sport keep on playing and never give up. I will always love sport even if I’m not playing I’ll watch because I can never miss a game of rugby.

Sport is my passion I love it and always would. One day I dream to be a famous rugby player and get that good feeling of winning.

By Logan

This is my story of describing my best friend.
WALT: Paint a picture with words, learn to introduce and describe a description. Date: 23/02/12

Mojo, Mojo, Mojo I literally don’t know how many stories I’ve written about him. Has anyone seen the movie Marley and me, yeah how they love their dog so much that’s the same with my family and I. Mojo’s a dog but man he has so many things in common with me. He can also eat anything. He is so funny. Words cannot describe how much I love him.

Mojo is a blondy brindle coated bullmastiff dog who has chocolate brown eyes, he has long and huge lips that always dribble and slobber, the worst thing is that he hates water so he hates baths however he does drink water a lot. His favourite drink is milk.

Like I said he can eat anything he always eats up toys he likes any kind of food, hell he even eats grass. People say wow that dog must be able to eat a whole dog roll but he doesn’t even like dog rolls in fact he hates them. He usually has dog biscuits and he’s always really happy when we get him another pack. He eats our left-overs from tea, mum sometimes makes him bacon eggs and all of that stuff. Most of all he loves dog treats especially choc drops which are not only for dogs because they only take out the cocoa because dogs can’t eat cocoa.

He is a very mischief dog which like I said eats up toys, like most dogs he chases the post man. The funny thing is he knows how to open our gate so he can walk on the road but he just sits their and lies in the shade (on the grass.) He sleeps inside wherever he wants to except for my mum and step dads bed. He loves to go for walks and for rides in the car. When you think about it, he is a very intelligent dog who isn’t scary and is just a big softy.

Mojo’s coat is nice and soft, even knowing he doesn’t have baths he smells quite good but I guess I’m used to the smell because I’ve lived with him for three years. Mojo always barks at fire sirens, wasps, bees and much more. Because he eats bees and wasps he gets angry or confused when he can’t eat them because he hates being stung by them. Mojo is mans best friend and he is my brother. That’s why I love him.

This is my story of describing the forest, we had to do the senses.
28/2/12 WALT: Write parts of a narrative, and to plan and write a narrative.

I was walking straight through this dark and gloomy forest. It was so big it made me feel so trapped and isolated, I felt like I couldn’t move anywhere. I knew had never been here before, I had been walking for miles, there was a little track that I thought could lead me to somewhere but it looked the same I thought I was walking in circles for a while. All I could see were just tall rotten old trees with no leaves at all just little sticks hanging out of the sides and huge rocks they were wet they had slippery green stuff on them.

All I could here were birds cheeping, wolves howling and rain dripping on the rocks. It was annoying. That’s all I thought I could hear until I stopped and sat down on the rock for a rest and man I could hear everything from the birds cheeping to the bugs walking on the ground. It amazed me how much I could hear but it annoyed the hell out of me.

Like I said the rocks had slippery green stuff on them was felt slimy and yuck the rain was so cold I was dripping wet, so cold. Man I hate the rain. I could feel the bark all over my feet, I think I have a couple of thistles in my feet and they hurt. I could feel the heat rays of the sun so I knew it was day time or just a bit after. The wind started blowing so hard that it nearly pushed me over. I felt so sad crying with anger I fell to my knees in the mushy, wet and cold bark crying my eyes out, I just wanted to get out of here.

It smelt like vomit I just can’t describe how bad it smelt. It was I thought I was gonna die from how bad the smell was. I think it was the trees causing the smell to be so bad because they looked really old. I literally didn’t know how I was alive.