This week our mock exams were given back to us, along with a mark based on last year's mark scheme. Due to it being from the previous mark scheme, it was probably not very reliable but it did provide us with a rough grade which I was thankful for. Ms Abena has made some comments on my answers that I needed to improve on. In the mock exam I spent a lot of time working on the first three questions, even though they were only 8 marks each. Furthermore in the last two questions I ran out of inspiration and felt like I was just rambling aimlessly. I took in account what Ms Abena pointed out I needed to do and combined it with what I thought I needed to improve on. Such as, more analysis with the 16 mark question, or linking the photo to the text and adding the how and why to increase the analysis. As well as being more specific, elaborate on explanations and making sure that I don't repeat myself.
To get further I will need to ask someone in my class or Ms Abena herself how I make sure I do all those things and use their tips in further exam writing, or any writing at all.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Mundane Challenge
- sitting in the car
- scenery (unreal, out of this world)
- something happens in the scenery and main character cannot interact with it; character is forced to watch.
- watch what? car crash.
- Character notices the way the cars crumble on impact, the way the windows shatter in a million pieces, the moment when the airbags pop out
- realises that there were no people driving the cars, they were empty
- finds it strange, and is about to ask the driver what had happened.
- driver has vanished and the character is shocked and sees that he's driving right to another car opposite him and about to crash.
- cannot move due to magic cast by driver.
Trees rushed by, unusual trees, trees that were an unusual shape and an unusual colour. He gazed out of the window, trying to make sense of what was happening in the outside world. Tried to make sense of it all, but found out that he couldn't. So he just watched. Watched the outside world change colours and shapes in ways that one wouldn't expect. As he was watching he noticed two cars on the other side of the road. They rushed towards each other, battling which one would be the first to swerve away from the inevitable collision. He started to get nervous, fiddling with his hands and leaning towards the window to see how the battle between the cars would end. The cars kept coming closer and closer and his hands started moving faster and faster. His eyes flashed forward and back between the cars. Blue car, red car. Blue car, red car. Blue, red, blue, red. Time seemed to slow down, playing the crash in perfect slow motion. He saw the way the metal of the cars crumbled neatly upon impact, how it folded as if they had done this before. The glass turned from transparent to a white with a blue-green tint, breakin in tiny little pieces that held each other together. How it then as if timed, the glass exploded. The way the light shone beautifully on the raining glass. He suddenly felt hot and uneasy, sweat started to form on his forehead. His eyes scanned the wrecks. Where are the passengers? Are they lying on the ground, their guts spilling out? A numb feeling began creeping up his body; there were no passengers. No one was lying on the ground wailing and screaming. He turned to his driver,"What happened? No one was driv-" and cut himself off, shock displaying on his features. Driver, gone. Vanished into thin air. Panic wrapped around him like a blanket as he saw another car speeding his way.
- scenery (unreal, out of this world)
- something happens in the scenery and main character cannot interact with it; character is forced to watch.
- watch what? car crash.
- Character notices the way the cars crumble on impact, the way the windows shatter in a million pieces, the moment when the airbags pop out
- realises that there were no people driving the cars, they were empty
- finds it strange, and is about to ask the driver what had happened.
- driver has vanished and the character is shocked and sees that he's driving right to another car opposite him and about to crash.
- cannot move due to magic cast by driver.
Trees rushed by, unusual trees, trees that were an unusual shape and an unusual colour. He gazed out of the window, trying to make sense of what was happening in the outside world. Tried to make sense of it all, but found out that he couldn't. So he just watched. Watched the outside world change colours and shapes in ways that one wouldn't expect. As he was watching he noticed two cars on the other side of the road. They rushed towards each other, battling which one would be the first to swerve away from the inevitable collision. He started to get nervous, fiddling with his hands and leaning towards the window to see how the battle between the cars would end. The cars kept coming closer and closer and his hands started moving faster and faster. His eyes flashed forward and back between the cars. Blue car, red car. Blue car, red car. Blue, red, blue, red. Time seemed to slow down, playing the crash in perfect slow motion. He saw the way the metal of the cars crumbled neatly upon impact, how it folded as if they had done this before. The glass turned from transparent to a white with a blue-green tint, breakin in tiny little pieces that held each other together. How it then as if timed, the glass exploded. The way the light shone beautifully on the raining glass. He suddenly felt hot and uneasy, sweat started to form on his forehead. His eyes scanned the wrecks. Where are the passengers? Are they lying on the ground, their guts spilling out? A numb feeling began creeping up his body; there were no passengers. No one was lying on the ground wailing and screaming. He turned to his driver,"What happened? No one was driv-" and cut himself off, shock displaying on his features. Driver, gone. Vanished into thin air. Panic wrapped around him like a blanket as he saw another car speeding his way.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Thursday, February 2, 2012
This week I have been learning how to access the right google groups and the site that Ms Bailey sent us. It was quite a struggle as I didn't have a clue how to do it first, but when I was provided with the correct website and emails it was quite easy to access them. Furthermore I have learned about the possible ways to improve my creative writing.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Writing Challenge (shark)
Water surged around me. It came up my nose due to the frantic swimming to the bottom of the lake. In the lake you will find what you need most, paying the price in order to get it is another matter. Lance was injured beyond repair from the glowing sword used by contestant number four. A slash that’s all it took to slowly start paralysing the victim, the wound wasn’t even that deep. There must have been a poison downloaded into the sword making it glow. It wasn’t a poison that any of us knew; one tiny nick of the sword meant death.
Bubbles of air escaped my mouth as I swam deeper and deeper into the lake. Out of nowhere a feeling of dread settled in my stomach. First, it was easy to ignore, but as I swam deeper into the darkness it the feeling grew louder and louder until it was almost screaming at me to get away. There was a burning in my neck, as if eyes were watching me. I hastily glanced around but didn’t see anything. ‘The air in my lungs are running out soon’, I thought as I saw the faint glow of the chest I have been seeking for.
Bubbles of air escaped my mouth as I swam deeper and deeper into the lake. Out of nowhere a feeling of dread settled in my stomach. First, it was easy to ignore, but as I swam deeper into the darkness it the feeling grew louder and louder until it was almost screaming at me to get away. There was a burning in my neck, as if eyes were watching me. I hastily glanced around but didn’t see anything. ‘The air in my lungs are running out soon’, I thought as I saw the faint glow of the chest I have been seeking for.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Poetry
1. How confident am I in analysing poetry?
I'm quite confident in analysing poems, but sometimes I find it difficult to find evidence or reasons to explain my points.
2. Do I feel like I can confidently identify the various poetic devices?
Yes, I do. No problem.
3. What have we done that I found useful?
Well, I really liked the Ultimate Poetry Challenge in which we had to create our own poems. It really helped me with understanding how poems are created and how the various poetic devices can be used to create a certain feeling or tone in the poem. It made me realise how poets carefully make the poems and edit them to make them as good as possible. I also liked that we had to analyse our classmate's poem to increase our understanding of interpretation of poems and how that might differ from the poet's intention.
4. Anything I'm not confident with?
Like I said (typed, wrote, whatever) I find it difficult to back up my points on poetry. I feel like one quote is not enough evidence and sometimes I feel like I can't find the evidence in the poem for the point I'm trying to make.
I'm quite confident in analysing poems, but sometimes I find it difficult to find evidence or reasons to explain my points.
2. Do I feel like I can confidently identify the various poetic devices?
Yes, I do. No problem.
3. What have we done that I found useful?
Well, I really liked the Ultimate Poetry Challenge in which we had to create our own poems. It really helped me with understanding how poems are created and how the various poetic devices can be used to create a certain feeling or tone in the poem. It made me realise how poets carefully make the poems and edit them to make them as good as possible. I also liked that we had to analyse our classmate's poem to increase our understanding of interpretation of poems and how that might differ from the poet's intention.
4. Anything I'm not confident with?
Like I said (typed, wrote, whatever) I find it difficult to back up my points on poetry. I feel like one quote is not enough evidence and sometimes I feel like I can't find the evidence in the poem for the point I'm trying to make.
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