Wednesday 27 February 2013

What is the What

"What is the What" is an engrossing but difficult book by Dave Eggers. Now that I'm at book two, Valentino has gone from Sudan all the way to Ethiopia through difficult situations. The part that most of the people find it hard to read is the life in America, however I think that the author uses these scenes for an intelligent way of showing how Valentino's life hasn't changed much. What really stopped me from enjoying this book to a certain extent is the way the story overlaps and how the story develops. The first few chapters went passed fairly quickly, but as I got deeper into the book, the writing got much more broad and unnecessary and as a reader, I find it extremely difficult to read.

Tuesday 5 February 2013

Blogging is a useful tool in the classroom. Blogging helps students to reflect on what they did on that day and helps them to think and let their feelings out. In a teacher's perspective, blogging may be the best way to get to know the student better in terms of their personality and style of writing. However, I think and may others think that getting into a habit of blogging is very difficult. This may just be for me as it is the first time blogging but others also don't do it often. Students my age are involved in large amounts of after school sports or activities and on somedays, I don't have enough time to finish the homework. Blogging is also difficult to get in a habit because its not engaging and fun to do. The entire class didn't really seem happy about the news of blogging. it's boring to blog.

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Wednesday 29 August 2012




The green leaves tinged with the first yellows of autumn. Shaded by the elm’s branches were an ivy-covered footpath and a wooden bench upon which it was to wait. The bench itself was half covered with ivy as they seemed an inviting place to rest. Next to the bench was a skate park, crammed with people trying to squeeze through an empty ramp to do dance upon their board. The lights reflection from the skin of each ramp would bring pain to most skaters.

I lumbered gleefully through the almost palpable fog into a colossal, dim-lit indoor skate park grasping my mint chocolate-chip Cold Stone ice cream in one hand. The millions of skaters wheeled smoothly through slim openings of the nicely polished floors with absolute confidence even though there was a great chance of smashing into someone. Every sunday, I waited for my cousin who was always busy teaching the beginners to finish his work. While licking on my ice cream, I noticed my face brightening up with a smile- not because my cousin was back nor that I got to the cone part of my ice cream, it was the boy with the familiar blue cookie monster skateboard hat. Wearing a velvet baggy threadbare jacket, he caught a glimpse of me with his olive green eyes which got magnified by the large, black rimmed glasses. Still a long way from the cone part of my delicious treat, I stood in the same spot, staring at the cookie monster hat like a paralyzed monkey. I don’t know how but the boy sensed that I was staring at him and came over to see if I was okay. I really thought he was going to do something nice. He came rushing at me like a terrorized cow who ate bad grass in the morning. He knocked my ice cream off and winked at me and whizzed past, the cookie monster still staring at me. I was terrified.