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Showing posts with label Chloe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chloe. Show all posts

Friday, 28 March 2014

Festival of Education By Chloe

Tere from the Cook Islands was interested in how we use our net books.
Today we are at the Viaduct Events Centre, we were given a task to talk to people about our technological tools. I shared with Tere and many other interested people, how I Create, Learn and Share.

Tuesday, 3 September 2013

The Run By Chloe


I waited silently, not daring to move, not even to breath. I crouched behind the car door, curled up in the tightest ball possible; hoping I would never be found. Coming towards me was a huge figure. I swallowed the lump in my throat, which was threatening to choke me. I waited. “Ahhh chooo,” a nasty sneeze escaped. Suddenly, it happened.


The figure turned around, with a machete in his hand, he swung a powerful slash. Ouch, I tried to scream, but my lips just stayed still. He cut deeply into my arm. I stood there shaking, I felt my blood draining . I heard a loud dripping noise through my left ear. The creature’s flesh suddenly turned inside out. His veins were  juiced with red blood, bugs were chewing deeply through his skin. I pivoted in the air with fear, I sprinted as fast as I could down the highway the car was parked on. It felt like I’d already run for hours. My heart was about to explode, I was gasping for air. I slowed
down. Out of the corner of my eye was a sign; ‘3 km to town’ my mouth dropped as well as my body. I then said to myself “3 kms to town, it’s all over.”
The creatures car skidded to a stop in front of me. He jumped out of his car; his sharp blade slowly moved closer to my throat. As the blade touched my skin, a loud noise was heard, ‘Bang’. The sound frightened me, it sounded like a gunshot. The creature fell sidewards and hit his head on his car. Sheriff Tom was luckily there to shoot the figure. The scared look in my face, slowly brightened up. I shook Tom’s hand. He squashed my hands so tight, then he started changing into the creature he killed. I didn’t know what was happening. I fainted as his gun moved closer to my throat.

“Chloe, Chloe.” I was woken up from my mothers shakes.
“Chloe its time to go to your little cousins monster party.”
“Oh no. It was all a dream.” I said with joy.     
   

Tuesday, 28 August 2012

A Silver Medal Speech by Chloe

We have been learning to write and present our speeches. We had to persuade the audience to think our way. The Olympics was our theme.
The criteria we had to use to write and present our speech included, an introduction, delivery, content and our conclusion.

I have learned today to write an interesting introduction by posing a rhetorical question and having powerful words to be very descriptive and have a lot of action.

I think my speech was the best because it caught the listeners attention. My voice was at a good level and my speech was delivered well.  My stance was perfect and I scanned the room looking at my audience. Also my argument stood out. My reasons were strong, important and had a lot of information. The only thing that I probably lacked was when I ask three questions. You may think that that's all right but they were not rhetorical questions. When I presented my content it included my ideas and opinions and was relevant to the topic. My conclusion gathered all my ideas and to me I did a wonderful job. I came second in the year 7 and year 6's speech competition at Glen Innes School. I beat 2 year sevens, that also had fantastic speeches. When I heard my name called out I just wanted to scream, shout and just be happy. But instead I bought my act together and composed myself as a humble person. I was ultra proud of myself. My family and friends were happy for me as much as I was and that's a moment I will never forget.

Next time I can probably have a better, interesting introduction. I can also add a little bit of humour, to make my audience laugh. I could have big, loud sophisticated words. I can try my hardest as well to get my audience to paint a picture in their head just to make them think, when I ask a rhetorical question.