I am a sphere
I am blue and green
I am your home
I am the third planet from the sun
What am I?
Dear Mr Connor,
I am writing to you to give you some reasons of why I should have my own blog.
Firstly, I have already made thirty six topics so just imagine how many I would do if I had my own blog. If I had my own blog I would blog about what I do in school, what I do outside of school, accomplishment I achieve and my pets and family.
Secondly, I would use It all the time I would try to do at least one blog post a day, that would be seven blog posts every week. Also in each blog post I would try to include a link detailed information and if possible a photograph.
Thirdly, I would reply to as many comments as I can. After I had do a blog post I would check for comments and reply.
If i had my own blog I would try to do at least one blog post a day, I would blog about what I do in school, what I do outside of school, accomplishment I achieve and my pets and family and I would reply to as many comments as I can. That’s what I would do if I had my own blog.
Hi my name is Sophia I was thinking one day, while I was at school, what if I could fly how great would the be. I could have races with the birds and travel country to country for FREE. I kept listing things in my head till Mrs Clock A.K.A Mrs Coo Coo Clock shouted “Sofia, what’s the answer to 67 times 6”
“ Erm… erm…” I said trying to pretend I listened.
“Go on then tell me!” Exclaimed Mrs Clock
“274?” I guessed.
“WRONG 402 detention today 3:30 till 5:00”
“What thats not…” I didn’t dare finish my sentence.
After miserable math had finished whipee I got detention. While I was ambling to detention I thought what if I had gills I could swim to the bottom of the ocean and see the spine chilling creatures or I could talk to every fish in the sea. Wow could I do a lot if I had gills.
Eventually I reach dreaded detention this was my first time in detention but I’d heard stories people say that the first person that went in there never came out. I opened the door. Actually it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be there was just a few cobwebs and Mr Pink. OK Mr Pink was pretty bad. He is my history teacher. Every single time I have history he says “OK class has anyone heard of William The Conqueror.” When I sat down I thought what if I won the lottery. If I won the lottery I could buy 20 laptops, 34 ice-cream vans, 100 diamonds and of course I would give some to charity. “GET OUT Sophia,” Mr Pink roared “It’s 5:00.” I hurried out.
I ran home.I thought I’m dead, mums going to kill me for being so late back from school. While I was running home from school I thought what if I was a princess. Wow, I could do a lot of great things if I were a princess. I could marry the richest man in England or I could have 50 people working for me or even better yet I could one day be ruler of the United Kingdom.
When I arrived home mum screamed “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?”
“Erm…I’ve been…erm…extra work?” I said hoping she would believe me.
“Right,” Mum said but I knew she didn’t believe me. “Go wash your hands Sofia, dinners ready.
When I was eating my fish, chips and mushy peas, I thought what if I was a vegetable. What would I be a leek, a onion, a carrot or some peas. Wow I wonder what would be.
When I had finished my fish, chips and mushy peas I went to my room. I said to myself “What a great day, well apart from Mr Pink’s detention and miserable math. But I suppose it was an all round good day.” “Night, night” Sophia said softly. Thats the super story of Sofia And What If?
On Friday we were refreshing our memories about the Great Fire of London – why, when, how and where it started, as well as exploring the reasons why it spread so quickly.
We worked in pairs to interview characters who were there on those fateful days in 1666. Some children wanted to be Samuel Pepys, others were Thomas Farriner, while there was some great role-playing and imagination from children who put themselves into the situation.
Can you guess who is who?
The notes from the piano stood in front of me. It was like the notes were mocking me. Could I do this, could I really do this? My hand’s were shaking. All I could hear were my thoughts going around my head. “Come on Annabelle,” I mumbled “You can do this.” I continued. I couldn’t imagine the shame if I failed, if I did what would, I do how would I explain this. I plucked up the courage and started to play. I played the tune of Beethoven’s fifth Symphony. When I finished I watched the teacher flick through her notes. She said “You pass!”