Merchant Of Venice Scene 1 - Act 1 Reflection

In English we have started our topic on Shakespeare, we are reading The Merchant Of Venice and have been given some questions to answer.

Antonio is depressed without knowing why. What two possible reasons do his friends suggest?

His friends suggest maybe he is worried about his money and ships or maybe he is in love. Antonio denies both.

Do you think Gratiano’s contributions help Antonio’s mood?

No not really, he pretty much said cheer up before you become a wrinkly old sack.

What are your first impressions of Bassanio?

He is the kind who borrows stuff and takes ages to give it back.

Is Bassanio in love?

Yes, he is head over heels for Portia.

Why does he need to borrow money again now

to impress Portia, since he wants to marry here.

Nightmare Adventure

Here is a scary story I wrote for english.

Life’s all happy and fun when you’re a young kid just recently into primary school unless you go
through a cursed adventure full of all the things you’re afraid of. This was the case for Ember who
was only in her second week since starting school. She dresses in warm clothes with pockets that
could house her favorite teddie. It started after a regular day of school, the rain was pouring and her
brother hadn’t arrived to walk her home. She had an umbrella, of course, since the weather report
said there would be rain. She was getting cold and thought she should start walking home, all but one
teacher had gone home and she didn’t want to bother him. When she left the gate the rain started
getting heavier, she put up her hand like she had seen brother do. As the rain hit her hand she
yanked it back, the rain was as hard as hail. Then she was knocked off her feet by a large scary dog
trailing a broken lead. This sent her straight to tears, she had seen this dog on past walk homes with
brother but never talked to it. She ran off leaving the dog confused, it didn’t usually scare people
away. She had dropped the umbrella when she ran away from the dog and it was still raining hard.
Cold and scared Ember ran for the nearest shelter from the rain, a small alley. Whoops bad choice,
as she rounded the corner she saw something that sent her adrenaline into overload. Just ahead of
her she could see two very violent looking men, one wielding a knife. She was afraid of knives and
sharp things after dropping one through her foot that time she got in the cutlery drawer. The men
were yelling at each other using all the swear words they knew. That’s when one of them thrust the
knife through the other’s chest. The dying man locked eyes with Ember, anger, fear and betrayal in
his eyes. This told the other man of her presence, she dashed behind a dumpster. She hoped
against hope she hadn’t been spotted, she didn't want to end up like the man. She was worried that
he would stick his face round the dumpster and stab her before she knew what was happening. That
didn’t happen but she was sure it would. The living man cautiously walked past knife still in hand. He
left the alley. Ember took this as a chance for her to run in the opposite direction, so she ran not
knowing where she was headed. She tripped and fell landing near another exit to the alley. A kind
looking old lady just so happened to be putting her trash out at the time and saw her fall. The lady
rushed to help, after what Ember had just been through she probably looked homeless. Carrying
Ember on her back she took her back to her house. Ember didn’t complain she was really tired and
fell asleep on the journey there. As her eyelids flicked open she was confused for a time not knowing
where she was. She soon remembered that an old lady had taken her home after seeing her fall over
in the alley. As Ember surveyed her surroundings, she could see shelves and shelves full of dolls.
There was a dim flickering lightbulb above where she was lying and a brighter light coming from
behind a curtain covered doorway. The curtain was drawn and the old lady came through, medical kit
in hand, “now let's take a look at that knee” she said in a soft, cooing voice. With all the adrenaline
from fear and exhaustion, she hadn’t even noticed her knee was raw and bleeding. The old lady
washed her bleeding knee and tied a bandage around it. Ember was grateful but the lights stopped
and Ember could no longer see the old lady. The lights came back only a few seconds later and all
the dolls were gone, the old lady too. The hands wrapped around her neck and Ember was thrust
into the air. The dolls were on the ceiling the old lady too, the old lady was missing her head though.
The dolls were covered in blood and some had knives, they were probably going to kill her. As a doll
thrust a knife towards her neck she woke up, it was just a bad dream. Ember was in a hospital bed,
her mother told her she had caught hypothermia and had been asleep for three days. Then she told
her mom of her NIGHTMARE ADVENTURE.

What am I learning?Creative writing, horror.
How does this work show my learning?I made a horror story, that's creative.
What am I wondering as a result of this learning?

If this story could be scarier.

Absurd Warnings

Here are some absurd warnings, its for English.

Warning - this text may cause paranoia if you start to worry close this immediately. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Cell Phones - Warning. Constant use of this product may cause hypnotism including constant talking, idiocy, and brain damage.

Bananas - Warning. This product is very toxic and will KILL you or give you constipation, diarrhea and a poopy mood.

Dogs - Warning. Getting one of these is a big mistake unless you like the smell of dead rabbit, meat and poop all over your face when it shows affection towards you don't get one.

Boredom - Warning. This causes instant and strong effects and will result in nothing to do.

Hats - Warning. This product may make your hair stand on end, creates a new form of bed hair and hides your beautiful beautiful hair. There are ways to avoid it if you are smart enough to understand, if not because you are stupid just don't.

Questions:
What am I learning?
Creative writing still.
How does this work show my learning?
I had to be creative to put down commonly used items.
What am I wondering as a result of this learning?

Why does this worry some people.

Designing The Layout Of A Classroom

Recently our brand new classes were finished and we moved into them yesterday. The math classroom had moved and the teacher asked us to create a design process about how we would lay out the room.

The Brief:

How could you rearrange the room.

Research:

There are 24 small blue desks.

There are two tall whiteboard tables.

One cupboard, Tv, and computer table.

And lastly two whiteboards.

we need to account for doors and windows.

Ideas:

Here are some ideas we came up with.

Final Idea:

This is our final idea, the one we liked the most.

Evaluation:

In my opinion it was a really good design, the chairs and tables don't look like they would get in each other's way. The whiteboard and TV are easy to see, and There are a lot of different numbers of tables in a clump for different people. the desks don't get in the way of the doors, so people can get in and out.

What do you think?

My City Is A Person Poem

He's constantly in pain, under piles of rubble

You can get to him and leave but he can't move

Only the construction crews can get him out
The rubbles moving they're getting closer
A place of shakes, broken buildings, My City Is Christchurch
City of Quakes
The End

The Questions:

What am I learning?

Creative writing.
How does this work show my learning?

You'ld have to be creative to describe a place as a person.
What am I wondering as a result of this learning?

How professionals write so many of these poem things.

Six Sentence Story

Once a time there was a really fat dragon named Bob. He lived in one of the houses in the city with his human grandma. Bob was really good at making bonfires since he could sneeze them. One day he sneezed inside his grandmas house and it burned to the ground. He feel really bad and soon became depressed this was very hard on him. Then he remembered they had Tower Insurance so everything was going to be fine. THE END

This short story was written by me and now it's time for the questions:
What am I learning?
Creative writing.
How does this work show my learning?
Um well the name and resolution were hard to come up with.
What am I wondering as a result of this learning?
How is this so fun?

An Alphabet Story

Alright banana consuming dogs eat fruit, gobbling heaps in..... just kidding. Like Macdonald's never open potties, question? Really stupid tall underwear vans without xylophones yell ZEBRA!

Don't question it just read, it wasn't very hard but it was kind of stupid..... The questions, this is an English blog after all:
What am I learning?
Creative writing.
How does this work show my learning?
I had to be creative to come up with all the words.
What am I wondering as a result of this learning?
Why is this a thing?