Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Term 3, week 1

It's amazing how quickly the year is going! Hard to believe it is Term 3 already. I hope everyone's rested and ready for Term 3. This is a great term for learning and already we have started learning about the body.
Homework is back with a variety of tasks each week. Each week homework will cover revision of our topic on the body, reading, spelling, sometimes a writing task and a maths sheet.
I am looking forward to seeing the amazing effort everyone will have put into this weeks homework!

Show, Don't Tell:

This has been our writing focus this week and how to use active verbs and figurative language to show the reader, not tell the reader.

An example of this was the sentence, "It was cold walking down the street."

We pulled this apart, brainstormed descriptive language, and rewrote this sentence to show the reader how cold it was.
Here are a couple of examples:

Billowing winds numbed my exposed face. It was deadly, staggering zombie-like along the brain-freezing street. The whole blistering street was a sheet of horrific crystal-clear teeth-chattering ice.
Patrick

It was like striding through deadly numbness while ice daggers tore through my clothes and got to my sensitive skin as I lumbered down the ice laden street.
Abbey

The blistering bitter winds whipped around my exposed face, stabbing icy daggers into the pained skin on my face. Shivers ran up and down my spine as if frozen metal had attracted itself to my bare back. A swim in a sea of ferocious snow could endanger limbs and lives. Or at least that's what I thought.
Nic

It was mind numbingly bitter, staggering down the path, wind whipping snow particles at my exposed face, trying to mutilate me. In my efforts to escape this deadly blizzard I struggled on. It was about a metre away, the door to the blazing fire of warmth and dryness. I reached out for the numbing metal handle...
Lachlan

It was a deadly, freezing, blistering icy cold. My teeth were chattering like banging a nail with a hammer. I was kicking the snow off my feet, a shiver tickled up my spine like Jack Frost stroking me in the back.
Dayna

No comments:

Post a Comment