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Weaving a Crown of Daisies

September7

The sky was filled with orange, pink and yellow hues as the sun began to sink, the grey clouds taking over like a smouldering fire. People thought I was crazy to love the beach in the autumn. But looking up at the sky I knew I was right in feeling so. Often considered of as bustling with people, the beach was now desolate but still filled with just as much wonder, energy and life. I breathed in the salty air, my lungs stinging. Pulling off my converse I began to walk down the rocky coast. Each pebble smooth and cool. I smiled to myself as I noticed the patch of daisies just about growing near the grass on the side. I plucked them one at a time. The white and yellow Poking holes and threading them into a daisy chain crown. As I ran down the beach the wind whipped my hair into my face as though it was a boxing match. I flung it back behind me and jumped and splashed into the tide. The cold was the first thing I felt, my feet and ankles freezing. My jaw clenched tight I rolled my jeans up a bit more and felt the icy water on my calves. It was as though I was a little child again. As each waved lapped the shore, I jumped skilfully over it timing it to perfection. “Davy Wavy likes his gravy.” I muttered under my breath out of habit smiling g to myself. Looking across the sea I could see the cliffs I had stood on earlier. Green, fresh, vibrant, now black shadows in the never ending horizon.

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13 Reasons Why Theme

April25

Explain a theme. Write a thematic response in which you show understanding of one of the themes. Support your writing about theme by including MLA formatted quotes. Remember that one word (love, fear, friendship, family) is not enough and be sure to include a thematic statement (yes, a sentence).

 

I recently read a very inspirational and influential book called “13 Reasons Why” by Jay Asher. This book implicates an important message that can really apply to and help many people in this day and age. This book shows that everything you do, no matter how small or insignificant you may think it is, can impact someone’s life forever, through a chain of events.

This book is the story of Hannah Baker, a sweet and beautiful teen ruined by the actions of those around her. Hannah was trying to get through high school, but bit by bit, everything important to making her who she was and where she was safe, was taken away from her. The book is called “Thirteen Reasons Why” referring to the thirteen reasons (people) that made her decide to kill herself. The book is told through the perspective of Clay Jenson. A boy who has received the tapes revealing the daunting fact that he is one of the 13 reasons. Clay unlike the others however, has no idea which tape he is on and doesn’t understand why would be on the tapes in the first place. Poor Clay was in love with Hannah Baker and is extremely confused as to how he could have done anything to make her want to kill herself. In the story, Clay must follow Hannah’s requests and listen to all 13 recordings she left behind and discover why she killed herself. Including listening to how he was involved.

The theme of the book as I mentioned before is how everything you do, no matter how small or insignificant you may think it is, can impact someone’s life forever, through a chain of events. The chain of events is a key point of Hannah Bakers suicide. She says about Justin, “No. A rumour based on a kiss ruined a memory that I hoped would be special. A rumour based on a kiss started a reputation that other people believed in and reacted to. And sometimes, a rumour based on a kiss has a snowball effect.” (Asher 17). The snowball effect plays a major part in this story. The snowball effect is something Hannah uses as a metaphor to demonstrate the chain of events-how everything is connected. It also shows everything building until there is no going back. “And the snowball keeps a-rollin’. Thanks, Justin.” (22). “It might have stopped this snowball from picking up speed.” (43). And, “You held Jessica up for ridicule. And that’s where our snowball picks up speed. Jessica, my dear…you’re next.”  (28). She all says throughout the book, connecting one event to another.

Throughout the story, each member may not have realised what they were doing, but they effected Hannah’s life and made it so that she felt she had nothing left. Ruining parts of her life she wanted to be special, and changing the way other people viewed her, and taking things from her that she really dreadfully needed to give her strength. Her best friend at the time Jessica, scratches her after choosing to believe a guy “But it’s more than just a scratch. It’s a punch in the stomach and a slap in the face. It’s a knife in my back because you would rather believe some made-up rumour than what you knew to be true.” (36). Leaving her with no friends and no one there for her. “I was at a point in my life where I really could have used any encouragement anyone might have left me. Encouragement…that he stole.” (90). She then says about Zack who takes away the kind notes others have been leaving her. Another example of an event that seemed so small but had a big impact on Hannah’s life was when Ryan stole her most personal poem and released it out to the school. To everyone else, it was just a joke but to Hannah “Now, suddenly, even my own thoughts were being offered up for ridicule.” (103). Nowhere was safe for her. Finally, one of the events I think to be most important was Clay’s. “Because no, I didn’t push her away. I didn’t add to her pain or do anything to hurt her. Instead, I left her alone in that room. The only person who might’ve been able to reach out and save her from herself. To pull her back from wherever she was heading.
I did what she asked and I left. When I should have stayed.
” (119). Clay literally does what she tells him to when he should have stayed. He should have looked out for her and helped her, but instead left like she told him to. This event shows the almost worst side of the spectrum, the people who did something bad to Hannah-pretty much every other one of the 13 people-then it will affect her negatively. But even when you think you are doing the right thing, you can be damaging someone in so many more ways than recognised

This story encourages everyone to think before they do and add happiness wherever and whenever they can. As even the smallest or most insignificant comment can ruin someone’s life, or make their life all the brighter.

*Just so you know what they are, each picture of a person is one of the character in the Netflix original series 13 Reasons why, with a quote that Hannah says about them. In the article I used 6 of them, but all thirteen are below, in the order they appear (in the book-the Netflix version is a bit different) with Hannah first.

Hannah Baker

Justin Foley

Alex Standall

Jessica Davis

Tyler Down

Courtney Crimsen 

Marcus Cooley

Zach Dempsey 

Ryan Shaver 

Clay Jenson

Justin Foley (again)

Jenny (Sheri-on the Netflix addition) Kurtz

Bryce Walker

Mr. Porter- who there is no character profile for

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How Has Your Character Changed or Developed Over a Period of Time?

March31

Dear Mr Schroeder,

This is my essay on the book “The Pale Assassin” that takes place during the French Revolution.

Eugénie de Boncoer is used to lavished lifestyles and extravagant privileges. When France encounters the Revolution and her status is revoked, she begins to realise the hardships France’s citizens have had to face, and must change and hide her old identity to survive.

Eugénie began as a spoilt teen, used to getting her way. Beautiful and witty she knew what she wanted and was able to get it. She didn’t care about those around her nor the things going on if it didn’t directly involve her; “Hortense always knew everything. She pored over all the newspapers and political pamphlets as they came out and tried to pass the information on to Eugénie, whose education was her responsibility. But the news did not interest Eugénie in the slightest; she could not see that it had anything to do with her.” (Elliott 12).

As the story progresses, Eugénie is forced into poverty, all nobles being sought out and executed by the mobs of sans-culottes. She has no choice but to live the life she had always turned her nose up at, and become a peasant. She struggles, reminiscing over petty things such as balls and jewellery but, over time she grows used to the lifestyle and is often more helpful than not.

But, Eugénie’s brother is a man behind big plans and is wanted by some of the most dangerous people at the time. Not to mention, one of them has her hand in marriage. Having no choice Eugénie is made to flee the country, accompanied by her brother’s closest friend. Unfortunately, under the pressure Eugénie becomes more irritating than ever, gunning for a haughty approach, she ends up being merely childish and annoying. Never really understanding the full picture she retorts ‘“I have no desire to converse with such an ungrateful, irritating youth in any case.” (221). In which her brother’s poor friend is left exasperated after only trying to help.

However, Eugénie is soon put in her place and realises that without each other, the two won’t survive, and, when a challenge is thrown at her, she steps up to the plate, “Julien was impressed. For a girl who looked so delicate and, indeed, conveyed such delicacy of feeling, at times she could display great presence of mind. “But we cannot steal her money.” Eugénie’s eyes flashed. “It is not hers, but the revolutionary government’s, which has paid someone to kill you! Anyway,” she said quietly, “she has no need of money now.” (288).

After that, Eugénie takes charge and leads the two away from the harm and danger remaining in France. Without her courage and determination-two traits she was very much lacking at the start- the two would have never made it to safety, and it is because of her, that the lives of many have been impacted forever.

Sincerely,

Molly Homer

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The Raven

March28

Introduction:

Based on the inspiration of Patricia Elliott’s “The Pale Assassin”. “The Raven” takes place during the French Revolution, reflecting the harsh life of a girl wanting to take flight. Fleur can’t stand the society structure, and wants freedom and equality more than anything. She is determined, courageous and naïve. Believing that she can and will change the world for the poor and the women. However, when she finds out she has been married off to a man she has never met. Her life turns upside down and Fleur learns that her cruel life won’t actually get better unless she gets her hand dirty…

Change and Continuity:

Over the course of the French Revolution, many lives were impacted. The society was changed however, through it all, somethings stayed the same. When it started, France was split into three estates. The first, second, and third. A vicious system in which the third was swarmed with taxes, the government was corrupt, and the people were struggling. This, didn’t change much. The Directory also faced corruption, and of course, not everyone was happy. Not only that, but there were still the rich and the poor, but now, the poor were poorer. However, through all of this, there were two major changes effecting France to this day. France, no longer a monarchy, was under the rule or influence of many, not just one. King Louis now dead caused France to create a new government, the Directory. This, then created the feeling of Nationalism among the French that lasts still to this day.

 

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The French Revolution in Plain English

March8

Our turning points for the video were: The Tennis Court Oath, the storming of the Bastille, The Reign of Terror and the Directory. First we organised and split the roles to use time most efficiently. Anthea focused on drawing the important icons whilst Khushi and I went on the Noun Project to find the others. After that Khushi and I began to write the script (adding puns and jokes along the way) as Anthea edited as we wrote. Finally all that was left was the filming! To do this we created a cycle where one person read and the other two filmed to get the timings right!

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The Dagger Of Hope

February20

I remember the last conversation I had with her, that anyone had with her. Her frail arms reaching out and stroking my face. The crackle of the fire. I remember the pain in her eyes. The strain on her forehead. The single tear soaking her cheek and her voice a shaky whisper.

“I have to go to him now. I can’t be with you anymore.” I knew this time would come, she had been like this for weeks. I was always scared that when I left the door each morning it would be the last time I ever saw her, but I had hope. I could tell though, that this time was different.

“Mum, mum, please mum. You’ll be okay, we can do this together.” I soothed, my voice cracking, trying not to cry.

“Goodbye my darling boy. My brave, brave boy. I am so proud of you; we both are…” With that she shut her eyes and her heavy breathing stopped. Her hand which had been gripping my own felt limp and her rocking chair creaked one final time…

 

“Russia and Germany have signed a peace treaty declaring no wars between the two,” the radio blared waking me up, as I leapt from the couch. Last night my world had been turned upside down. I had lost the one thing keeping me going. My darling mother. Now all I had was hope. Hope that the nightmare could end. But I had never trusted in hope. Hope is what got my father killed and exiled after disagreeing with Stalin and what ruined my mother, her life driven by despair. What killed my grandfather on Bloody Sunday and my grandmother waiting for him to come back. Hope that things would change and improve somehow, someday. But that day never came. Hope was like a tiger, leaving you wondering only to pounce on you when you least expected it. … a knife to the throat… a dagger to the back…

 

I never had hope with Stalin though. Some people are too far gone. Too driven by a hunger for power, for glory. We should have focused on preserving what we had left of Lenin, his hope for a better future. But hope can never be reality. Instead our leader has a fear. A fear of losing his power. That fear becoming his weakness. Something threatening to tear him and all of us apart. His dreadful fear of the Germans…

 

Hitler is a name that everyone now knows, and dreads. A man who climbed his way to power ready to take on and over the world. This man is quite possibly the only one I can think of who can make our leader’s blood run cold. The one thing I can even remotely respect about our horror of a leader Stalin. Is how he is continuing communism, as Lenin said we should. Hitler on the other hand, could not be worse. Powerful, merciless, and anti-communist this man could tear us apart brick by brick. Of course, there is no way we could ever ignore him, let alone oppose him. The issue is, Hitler despises communism. Which is why, yesterday, our nation had no choice but to sign the agreement of non-aggression with Germany. All we have to do now is wait…

 

But, I am done with waiting. I waited for things to change like my father said they would. I waited for my mother to stop sobbing by a picture of my him each night, her groans echoing the rooms. My dad waited for the Tsar to die a deserving death, and Lenin to die a certain one. I waited for power to be fought. Stalin to rule and Hitler to take power. I watched my own mother disappear bit by bit till she was nothing more than a fragile skeleton, and after that I waited for her to die! I am done with waiting…

 

Without knowing what I was doing I picked up the gun that was on the table. My father’s and grandfather’s gun before mine. Slowly I placed it on my right temple, pushing into it. I felt the cold of the muzzle burning my head and my hand shaking uncontrollably. As I put my finger on the trigger my whole body shuddered. Every nerve in my body danced, and a shiver slowly crept up my spine. I took a big gulp of air, savouring the taste. Beads of sweat ran down my forehead and stung my eyes. What is here for me? I thought What do I have left. The answer was nothing and I pushed on. Why should you live? Why shouldn’t you die? I had no answer. I always thought I could save the day. Stop the world from war. But it hit me then that I couldn’t. There was no way to help our country from Stalin and Hitler. No way to stop the pain that was sure to come. I realised this is what I had to do, and I whispered shakily. “I am sorry mother. I am sorry father.” I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled the trigger. I saw nothing and everything at the same time. Before a tidal wave of black slammed down against me. Then, it was only nothing…

 

 

 

 

 

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Animal Farm Discussion Reflection

February7
  1. The statements that triggered the most thought-provoking discussions were the ones that were split evenly. Such as two yes, two no, and two I don’t know. It meant that we all could share our opinions and it was interesting to listen to others views on the same question and the same question put in different scenarios. A question like this for example was the one which asked if all men are created as equals.
  2. We all had similar opinions and anything we disagreed on was quickly resolved. Either by agreeing with all views (based on different scenarios) or by unanimously agreeing once our views were described.
  3. I think a good point was made that although bending rules is not always fair, it is necessary in some circumstances based on limits. For example how a disabled person may not be able to undergo the same rules as everyone else and may have to be treated differently when it comes to production or rules in general. But, we all agreed that a person of the upperclass should not have rules bent for them just because they are viewed as superior to others.
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The Dagger of Hope

February7

I remember the last conversation I had with her, that anyone had with her. Her frail arms reaching out and stroking my face. The crackle of the fire. I remember the pain in her eyes. The strain on her forehead. The tears soaking her cheek and her voice a shaky whisper.

“I have to go to him now. I can’t be with you anymore.” I knew this time would come, she had been like this for weeks. I was always scared that when I left the door each morning it would be the last time I ever saw her, but I had hope. I could tell though, that this time was different.

“Mum, mum, please mum. You’ll be okay, we can do this together.” I soothed, my voice cracking, trying not to cry.

“Goodbye my darling boy. My brave, brave boy. I am so proud of you; we both are…” With that she shut her eyes and her heavy breathing stopped. Her hand which had been gripping my own felt limp and her rocking chair creaked one final time…

 

“Russia and Germany have signed a peace treaty declaring no wars between the two,” the radio blared waking me up, as I leapt from the couch. Last night my world had been turned upside down. I had lost the one thing keeping me going. My mother. Now all I had was hope. Hope that the war could end. But I never believed in hope. Hope is what got my father killed and what ruined my mother. Hope that things would change. Hope was like a tiger, leaving you wondering only to pounce on you when you least expected it. … a dagger to the back… a knife to the throat…

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I Will Do Whatever It Takes To Repay Him

January30

I stood next to him, hand on heart. Next to his tomb, next to his body. I prayed for him. That he would be safe. Wherever he ended up… A month ago our leader died. Vladimir Lenin. Died. He had a series of strokes they told us all. There was no way to save him. They’re right. He had been sick for a while now. You could see it in his eyes… He probably didn’t even know my name. But I defiantly won’t forget his.

He was a great man. A brilliant one. He helped us move forwards as a country, as a nation, in more ways than could ever be counted. The greatest leader we ever had. But now he is gone… He made us the Reds, the Red Terror. He united us into an unbreakable union. Something the Whites could have never had. He even created a New Economic Policy just to keep the people happy. He didn’t care that it wasn’t good for him, he cared that it made it better for the people. For if he had a belief, that was his. Making the people happy. Of course, now he has gone. The only thing on people’s minds is who will be in charge now. Who will be our leader. I know one thing though; Stalin is bad news.

I think Leon Trotsky should lead. He has helped with so much during the rebellion and knows exactly how best to fight and beat an opposition. However, he doesn’t play dirty as the others do and, I fear that soon it will all be too much for him. But, I can’t worry about that yet. For now, our country need not worry about who will lead. But how. How we will complete our late leader’s wishes and keep the people happy.

For there is one thing I will never be able to repay Lenin for, the death of the Tsar. The Tsar whose men opened fire on a peaceful protest. Killing, my father. I still hear my mother cry herself to sleep each night. Her hair growing grey and eyes losing their twinkle. I see her drift in and out of this world, strained, searching, searching for him. I see her tremble like prey at any word that could relate to him and her movements and words slow and clumpy.

“Mum,” I had said, “do you want some food?”

“No,” She replied her voice barley a whisper. Starving herself to death slowly. As for myself. I think about him every day, and wish it were me who were dead instead. I think of my coward act and how it could have been instead of how it is. I wish things were different. But they’re not. There’s only one thing I can do and that’s make the most of the life I have and complete my father’s wishes. That, and make sure the man in charge of his death is dead. For that, I can thank Lenin and I will do whatever it takes to repay him.

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One Day Blog-Baking Cupcakes

January26

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This One Day Juun and I baked 2 different types of cupcakes (vanilla almond and Oreo) and made a baking tutorial to. We did this because we wanted to learn to decorate cupcakes but also wants to help other people learn how to bake.

From this experience I have learnt how to make and pipe frosting as well as set up all the necessary equipment to make the baking tutorial.

Almost everything on One Day went to plan. We were able to create delicious cupcakes that everyone wanted to try. They were colorful, unique and delicious!

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