I am at the Royal Opera House in Cardiff. My wealthy cousin Victoria has brought me here to broaden my manners. The problem is, all it will do is broaden my imagination, which will cause me to daydream, which results in Victoria giving me a scolding for being ignorant. So it’s her fault I’m getting into trouble in the first place. I don’t tell her though, because it will get me into deeper trouble.
August 18th, 1996
As you can see, I’m not the best at paying attention. But what I saw that day has ruined my reputation of being ignorant. The woman who had just performed was walking off stage, red roses being thrown to her wake. A well organised choir entered through the stage left fire door, all dressed in white shirts, black trousers, and a purple bow-tie around each neck.
I couldn’t remember where I was for a couple of seconds, and when I came round they had started singing. I saw a boy. The rest of them were adults, yet there was a boy in the back row. Nobody had noticed him yet.
I went home soon after. I skimmed through my journal and endless encyclopaedias. Nothing. Next I went to the Opera House to see if they knew anything about it. They said to me that all the performers the night before were adults and that if I asked any more questions they would restrict me from ever coming again. I love opera, so I just walked away.
August 19th, 1996
I had all but given up hope. I had no more ideas. A piercing ring drilled into my ears. Doorbell. I opened the door and saw Victoria. I was about to close the door again when she put her high heeled foot in the door.
“The boy. I found the choir’s performing studio and there’s something you should know.”
She shouldn’t have been able to run in high heels but she did. We arrived at the studio and Victoria showed me inside. The boy was presented to me and I knew who he was immediately.
My long lost son.
This is one of my entries for the competition this term
My blog is about the ability to create dinosaurs using D.N.A, and with the genetic code you can also make any other animal on the earth, and make new animals using the D.N.A of other animals a bit like in Jurassic park/world. But you can also make fish sharks and whales or even prehistoric water life. You could also make a human if you had the right D.N.A but you can not make an animal without considering the corresponding traits of other animals because you could make it and it could act differently than you expected.
St Laurence school were very lucky to have been given two packets of seeds. One of the packets was sent to space and the other remained on earth. We don’t know which one went up and which stayed down, but we are keeping track of the heights and other measurements so that we can hopefully make a guess as to which one was which.
The people who got to plant the seeds were the STEM club members. STEM club is an after school science club where we get to do lots of really cool experiments every week! we’re so happy that we were the ones who got to plant them and I’m really exited for when astronaut Tim Peake announces which packet went into space!
so which do you think… Red packet or blue?
This is my healthy eating blog.
Have you ever thought about what you’re eating for lunch ?
If you’re feeling hungry, it’s alright to go for 5 items in your lunch. However, try to have 3 or less if you are just having lunch.
Hungry person should have: Sandwich, crisps, fruit, yogurt, chocolate in their lunch.
Sandwiches; try to have salad of some sort and possibly brown bread. Cheese is also good for you, but try to avoid chocolate spread or jam sandwiches.
Sweet; try to add something fruity
Recently I found a new drink I believe lots of people will enjoy: soya milk. Soya milk has no dairy in it, so people who are lactose intolerant can enjoy milk in a different way. Also, at first it tastes like cream, then custard. Yum!
Soon, all year 7’s will be receiving a BBC microbit.
Look on the website for ideas…
Mine is to make a drawing board on the display screen.
What is yours?
In The drama lesson before half term we finished are plays. So here is the second part. The famer walked home with the battered porridge pot thinking of a way too explain how he traded the cow for the porridge pot. When he arrived home his wife was not very happy she shouted .”you traded are only cow for a porridge pot!”
Then the farmer said. “but its a magic porridge pot and it talks.” “hello said the porridge pot” Then the farmer put the pot outside the house too work on the fields and left his wife inside. But then the porridge pot said “take me inside clean me and you shall see what you shall see.” Well as you would imagine the farmers wife was surprised but she did as she was bid and took the pot inside and cleaned it until it shone like a pin.
Hi. In class I also wrote a story from the topic of Villains and Heroes so after you have read this post, go and check out Olivia’s story and post. It’s really good! Here is my story:
I stepped out for the first time. My foot sunk into the deep, crisp snow as cold as the air. I was isolated by nothingness, suffocated by the sound of being alone, the echoes of loneliness. I could see gaps into the ice, the deep, dark ocean. Midnight blue, nothing down there for miles. But I know it was all my fault, me, here, alone. If I had just stopped this wouldn’t have happened. Now I stopped, in the cold place far from home. I stopped and sobbed creating puddles as big as the ocean around me. Surrounded me, consumed me. Then and there I knew that my last guilty cry would be my last…
I hope you like it! Bye
In English, we have recently been exploring Mary Shelley’s novel ‘Frankenstein’. Since I have never read the original (or any other adaptation for that matter!), I am looking forward to learning the story and reading the play, as I love drama. In class, we wrote short descriptive stories relevant to the picture on the board, which depicted a huge expanse of iced over ocean and a ship in the distance. This was mine…
Snow was lathered on the stubborn ice. The sky, unrecognisable, adopted the same emptiness as the ground beneath. Pure, some might call it. Dangerous. I think. Height came tearing through the desolation. Poles and rigs, planks and voices. It conceals its gasps for colour. But I am white. Until brown, when the next dirty shoe steps on me. Before untouched, I now wear the tracks of mankind.
In drama we started turning a folk story in to a play. Our group had dancing cupboards which were really funny. Here is the story so far that I have partially made up. It was winter at the farm long ago. In the house lived a old lady and a farmer, the lady said “the cupboards are completely empty what shall we eat we have to sell our last cow”. The next day the sad farmer walked dragged the cow down to the market there he met a little man with a long white beard he said “That’s a nice cow you have is she for sale” The farmer said “yes”. The little old man said “I will trade that cow for this porridge pot” The farmer looked down at the old battered pot. He was about to say “no but then he heard a voice “take me take me” he thought he was going mad. But he heard it again “take me take me”. He thought but he remembered it must be a magic pot he quickly made the trade and took the pot home.
That’s all for now more next week.
Dad wolfed down the cereal bar then – like a greyhound – bolted down the path leading to his lab . I followed close behind , but I was sure I’d never be as fast as Dad .We ducked under low hanging willows and leaped over fallen branches , like we were about to die in the next thirty seconds . We finally reached … a dead end . Ooops . Dad had somehow swallowed his heart , yet mine was still in my mouth . He pressed a panel of the restricting fence , and the concrete suddenly swung downwards , somewhat like a trapdoor , leaving me gobsmacked and Dad with a smug smile on his face . ” OK , quickly jump down here and I’ll tell you what to do . ” So I leapt into this mysterious hole , wondering what I should do next . I was in the dark , mentally and literally . Then Dad flicked a switch , and I saw – um – well .