Nicolaas
I was a pupil at St Francis of Assisi School and this blog is where I shared my learning.This blog has been archived, no further content will be uploaded or added. You are welcome to continue viewing posts, however commenting has been disabled.
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Wednesday, September 9, 2020
Thursday, August 20, 2020
writing
So this week, we had to write speeches, here is a paragraph of mine.
1,400,000,000. That's a really big number, yeah? One-point-four-billion. That is how many people have a severe or underlying health condition. That number is nearly fifth of the world's population. That number is how many people are at severe risk of Covid-19 right now.
In places more advanced, such as Europe and North America, people will not be affected by this, but in places like Central Africa, or more specifically, the Central African Republic, or C.A.R for short, citizens have a much, much, much higher risk of being born, or being diagnosed with a Health Condition later in their life, and most people don’t even realise, or care to do anything about it.
Most people in the third world die at an age lower than 60, because they are still so underdeveloped despite being over 60 years old, but in some cases, places like South Sudan, a country only 11 years old, deal with it so early in their life as a country.
Have you ever written a speech ?
Thursday, August 6, 2020
Reading WS
Thursday, July 2, 2020
Nicolaas' thick writing blog
Again, since this is Ctrl+C Ctrl+V'd, the font is busted, but enjoy the story!
Esther never took herself to get lost in such a short amount of time, but here she stood, the dark green forest seemed like it could extend from Norway to Mongolia, she was a long way from home, Haiti was so much nicer than being stuck in the middle of Armenia, her hard light gloves had no more energy in them, the trudge from Albania to Myanmar would be long, but she at least hoped the gloves would at least last until Pakistan, right?
"Yeah... who would have thought? nice going Esther!" She muttered to herself in a harsh whisper, apart from her knee-high boots lodging themselves the ground beneath her, the only sound she could hear was the annoying buzzing of a creature she couldn't identify.
Myanmar was the only place left on Earth that would welcome her anymore, her hard light creations could only hold up that bridge in Belarus for so long, it's not her fault! She could never prepare herself for something like this, she was only 21. The- so-called -superhero from central America, she never liked the title of a superhero, she was just a girl that enjoyed helping people with her tech, right?
Saying that in her head makes her sound like a watered-down version of Ironman.
She could tell that it was getting night, the sun had fallen to the horizon, she wondered what would be next for her, would she be spotted and handed to authorities? Maybe she would starve, or dehydrate out here, god she hated this place, forests sucked, she never liked them. Her messing up had only gotten worse over time, over four years.
First, it was in Bulgaria, then Turkey, then the Netherlands, Luxembourg... Then, what the public dubbed as, 'The Belarusian Bridge Incident', was the last straw for the governments of the world, they placed a bounty on her head, they all thought it was her intentions to fail and let hundreds of people die.
So, she marched forward, staring at the ground, getting out of Armenia, and to Myanmar would be hard but she was still optimistic... Kinda, but she still had a problem, she was still ...
lost.
Reading
Thursday, June 25, 2020
Reading
Narrative Writing Rubric
So, here it is I guess...
no seriously if you are reading this why?
this rubric thing