100WC- Week 6 Term 4

        Prompt:     Bricks                     gorilla                     yellow                      running                      pretty

Bricks, gorillas, yellow things, running, pretty girls. These were all the things Derik Thompson was scared of. Actually scared is an understatement. He was petrified of them. Bricks could fall on you at any moment, gorillas could go crazy if they had not had they’re bananas, bananas are yellow, running wasted so much energy and pretty girls were just so hard to talk to. He was judged a lot for those fears. Especially yellow things. He stayed inside for one week because the sun was too bright. Derik Thompson was a coward. A big coward scared of bricks, gorillas, yellow things, running and pretty girls.

Valedictorian speech

All the year 6s were asked to write a valedictorian speech for graduation. Here it is:

 

 

Good evening parents, teachers and fellow graduates. Welcome to the 2018 MPPS year 6 graduation. When we were given the assignment of writing this speech I was wondering what the proper definition of a valedictorian is. A valedictorian is a student who delivers a speech summing up school life on behalf of the whole graduating class. I thought about that definition and thought how could we be left summing up our whole school life in just one speech. It would take another 7 years because there were many interesting things that happened to all us students everyday. So today I will just be summing some memories that were stand out. So as most of you know, tonight is a big night for us all. By the end of this week, we will have finished the first hill of the roller coaster that we call our lives.

 

Our lives are like a rollercoasters because the build-up of the first hill on the roller coaster, you are nervous of the journey ahead. That is just like prep & grade 1-2. The years where we made silly memories and loved playing duck duck goose. Even though some of us were not there we hear a lot about some of the standout moments back then like Senada’s crazy cash, like the year 2 sleepover or Friday fun. The time when we were excited for our buddies to come every week and see us. The times where we looked up to the older kids thinking that we want to grow up to be just like them and now we are those people and the younger kids look up to us. Those are some of the moments that we will definitely remember and have remembered for our primary school lives.

 

Now if there are a start and a finish of a roller coaster then there must be a middle. You feel excited; you know the end of the hill is near. That is 3-4. That is the time when we thought we were super old, we thought we were like grown-ups of primary school. We have many memories from then too. Getting our computers, like Dave’s songs, Candice’s dance for the concert in 2016, how we all went to Hogwarts and had potions class and the Queenscliff camp ANZAC slice. There have also been times back then when we think now of how silly our decisions were or what would have happened if it happened now with our new knowledge like the mysterious note in year 3 about Andreas class and how everyone was secretly blaming each other. We never knew who it turned out to be but overall those years were fun.

 

However, at every hill on a rollercoaster, there is an end. That end is a little scary but you know you are going to be just fine. That is like 5/6. In year five, I think a lot of us were nervous coming into it. Knowing that we were responsible for being a buddy with a prep, knowing that we would be going on five-day camps now, knowing that we had two years left attending Moonee Ponds primary school. We have had fun these two years as well like last years PT challenge and how there was actually no sculpture when we spent lots of time looking for it, how Santa gave us icy poles last year at the buddies excursion, the Canberra camp Questacon slide or like last year’s camp. It had many activities like sand boarding where we had distance competitions and my friend and I tied first. I liked caving and surfing, seal watching. It was great. It is sad that it is the end of the first hill but you know there are more to come.

 

I know that tonight even though a lot of us are excited to move on, deep down we feel nervous, deep down we are going to miss this school. It has given us so much. It’s given us new opportunities, helped us through our problems and most importantly given us friends we will remember, some we will be moving on with some we must say goodbye to. I know all of us are going on to high schools we will love and will learn a lot from but that doesn’t mean we will forget all the amazing opportunities MPPS has given us, like meeting Bill Shorten, like making pasta and passata sauce, like helping us through things we could not have managed on our own but most importantly for accepting who we are.

 

Although tonight is sad for a lot of us we need to accept and embrace that this is part of life and that we must move on but we will definitely remember each other. In about 15 years, though I think we all expect to see or hear about some familiar faces. I can just imagine going to the national ballet performance and seeing Sofia and Heidi, I can imagine Alexia being our future prime minister, a lot of the boys being famous soccer players Zedekai, Aaliyah & Pippa being popular artists but that’s only just a few talented people to list in the graduating class. We will all go on to do things we love and I am very confident we will all leave this school to make more memories and more fantastic dreams and goals and even if we fail I am confident that each and everyone one of us will persist after all ‘failure is the condiment that gives success its flavour.’

 

We will all also leave this school as a leader. Even though there are titles like school captain, green team captain and house captain grade six is a leadership role itself, you must be a role model, teach things to the younger kids of the school but I think now we are ready to give that job to the grade 5’s and move on to being preps again and going up and down a whole new hill. At the end of this week we will have finished the first hill of the roller coaster but we still have many to come, some will be hard, some won’t but all I’m sure of is that they will turn out to be successful and turn out to help make us the people we are going to be in the near future.

 

Now on behalf of all of the 2018 graduating class, we would like to thank the teachers for teaching us some important life skills, helping us prepare for high school and for helping prepare tonight. They have given us new knowledge, great encouragement and taught us the basics like adding, subtracting, spelling, reading, and much more. I would also like to thank our parents for helping us through thick and thin and also teaching us and preparing us for our lives ahead. Last but not least I would like to thank all the year 6’s. We have supported each other, helped each other and given each other memories we’ll never forget. Thank you MPPS for being a second home to us and we will never forget our primary school lives. To finish my speech tonight I would like to say a quote by Dr. Seuss ‘ you’re off to great places, today is your day, your mountain is waiting so get on your way.’

BTN- Solar system

LINK:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KsF_hdjWJjo&t=310s

 

Blue- Summary                Pink- Facts

Purple- questions            Black- Understanding

 

This video was about the solar system. It mostly covered facts about the 8 planets like how many moons they have, the extreme temperatures, how big or small they are, their atmosphere and much more. It also talked about asteroids and satellites. The video was packed with information and answered many of my questions I had about our solar system.

FACTS-

  • Jupiter is known for being the biggest planet in our solar system. It has a total of 67 moons and consists mostly of hydrogen and helium. Even though it is so much biger than earth it is considered tiny compared to the sun which takes up 99.86% of the mass in our solar system.
  • Neptune is one of the very cold planets and one of its years takes 164 earth years. It has 4 moons. It neighbouring planet, Uranus, is also quite cold and quite small. It has 27 moons.
  • Venus is the hottest planet and can be quite visible from earth. It has no moons. We are its neighbouring planet and we have one moon, mars is then next and it has 2 moons. I also learnt that there are 2 types of planets, terrestrial and gas giants.

QUESTIONS-

  • Why do planets have different numbers of moons and why do the biggest planets have the most moons?
  • When were the facts about our solar system and its planets discovered and who discovered them?

Understanding-

  • I now understand a lot more about the planets in our solar system, the differences between other planets and earth and why many people are interested in this topic.

100WC- Term 4 Week 4

GOAL: My 100wc goal for this week was not tell a story but more lay it out like a lecture or speech.

 

Sometimes we describe life as unfair. It is unfair a lot of the time like when you desperately want a new t-shirt for your birthday but you get a pink frilly dress. Like when you ask your mum if she can get you something from the shops but she says no and then you say why and she says because I said so. Because is just an innocent, little, 7 letter word but it can have so much power over a conversation.

BTN- Mars Mission

LINK-http://www.abc.net.au/btn/story/s3566674.htm

Summary- Blue              Facts- Purple     

Questions- Pink             Understanding- Black

 

This Btn was about a robot called Curiosity. It has helped our understanding about Mars.

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  1. The journey to Mars took 8 months
  2. They had 7 minutes to change the speed from 20,000km per hr to 0.
  3. It had a laser for protection

 

  1. Who created/invented it?
  2. When did NASA decide it was ready to be launched into space? 

I now understand why this machine was sent on the mission and how it helps our understanding of space.

Once- Book review

 

Once is a book based in the time when I was war between the jews and the Nazis. It takes you on journey with a young boy named Felix and you get to hear about his ups and downs, his allies and enemies and his near death experiences. Once lets you experience a big part of history and makes you feel like you are really there, fighting with Felix.

100wc- Term 4 Week 1

Prompt: … it reminded me of a time when…

 

People say the past is in the past. That the past didn’t matter. If you did a bad thing it stays in the past. If you do a good deed it stays in the past. But that’s not true. The deed lingers until another one is done. People remember the past. They say things like ‘it reminded me of a time when’ like it really matters to them. Because it does. If you helped someone five years ago it stays with you. It’s a memory. Why is the past in the past? Why are we supposed to forget the good?

The one and only reason

Hi. Here is a story I have been working on all term. It is about a girl who has the worst life ever but she still thinks of herself as lucky in the end. (Don’t worry, not all of it is based off my life.) I really hope you like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments section. Hope you enjoy :):):)

Blurb: She was a girl. Just a girl. No mental issues, no medical problems. Just your average teenage girl. The only thing that was not average was her social life, her positivity. A lot of things she thought mattered. She had life hard. Not time-out hard. Death hard, friend hard, self-doubt hard, anxiety hard. She thought she was the definition of hard. But she realised something, something big…

 

 

What is the meaning of life? Is it to raise a family? Is it to find your gift or purpose? Is it to love one another? Could it be to see a peacock spread its tail, or to touch a Picasso original? According to Google, ‘life has no meaning, each of us have a meaning and we bring it to life.’ Could that be possible? One thing I am sure of is that I, Jessica Gibson, for as long as I live, have no meaning on this planet. Not one acknowledges me, not one remembers me, and not one cares for me. I, Jessica Gibson, am no one.

For years now I’ve received dirty looks on the busy streets, mothers holding on tightly to their children as they pass me, people pointing and saying, ‘ that’s the girl that had him as a father.’ They don’t think I can hear, they don’t think I know, but the truth is… I do.

I live in the Gibson manor. It used to be the best house in town. Our town used to be lively, exciting. All we have now are old, grey houses and sad, miserable people. We have 4 shops, the florist owned by the 100-year-old man who always has a cigar in his mouth, a grocery shop owned by the 20-year-old woman who is obsessed with going green and saving our planet ‘for the better’, there’s the convenience shop, owned by the psychopath 30-year-old man who ran around town at 12.00 every night screaming ‘everybody down, the aliens are coming.’ There’s also the hardware store owned by the 60 year old woman who files her red, fake nails all day. She doesn’t even take care of the store, ‘it’s all about the money,’ she says. We have a normal town, with normal people, with normal habits, so why does no-one treat ME normally. I’ve never known.

 

 

 

My father left me when I was 11 years old. It has been 5 years now since that has happened, but I still remember it, every single day. I remember it when I wake up late and recall him clanging pots and pans at my door frame until I woke up. I remember it when I sit down for dinner, by myself, and I remember it when I go to bed, where he used to tuck me in and read me stories. I miss that. I miss it all. But I’m kind of glad he left, he turned from a nice, loving father into an alcoholic 58 year old man who called me a brat and regretted staying with me every second of every minute of everyday. I miss mum too. She died when I was 7. I remember crying for ages without stopping. My dad (when he was nice) tried to get the whole family to help me calm down. It got to the point where I was going therapy once a week. But it still didn’t calm me down. I was a mess for years but when dad left, I forgot all about it. The only person I can go to now is my grandma. She is a nice and understanding woman, but she has dementia so she never remembers who I am. So I guess I’m on my own.

I go down to the grocery store every day at 12.00pm to get one thing and one thing only. Mac and cheese mix. Sometimes on Wednesdays, I get a triple chocolate muffin but only if they’re on sale. I have a budget of spending £13.74 a day. No more than that. I do have a job as well. I work at the hairdressers shop in the next town. I love it there, it’s just like escaping my horror film of a life. All the staff there are really nice too, they don’t even know about my reputation. I wish I could move there but houses around there aren’t cheap. I’ve stayed there a couple of nights with my friends at work but that’s it. I work on Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays.  I get exactly £40.00 per week. Not much, but enough.

 

My house. It’s big, too big. No company at all. It is just me in my big house. Actually, I can’t really say it’s mine. It belonged to old man Greg in the 1920’s. My grandfather, Greg’s best friend was given the house after he was left homeless. My dad lived in it with my grandfather and grandmother until they both went missing, no one knew how, but now everybody does, even me. My father killed them. He wanted the house to himself. For years he claimed to be my grandfather until he was eligible to own a house himself. I didn’t know until he left. Until he left me.

It gets cold in England. Except for in summer all it does is rain. On some occasions it hales and even thunderstorms. Sometimes, every 5 years or so, it snows. Not like a light snow but heavy snow. Snow when kids make snowmen, snow when people have snowball fights, snow when everyone is happy and all tucked up in scarves, gloves and lots of jackets. Mum used to love the snow. She’d always get me out of the house and rip buttons of her jackets for me to put on my snowman’s nose and eyes. Whenever I see snow these days, real snow, I think of her. Dad never came out in the snow. He was qualified to be a doctor, he never took it up though. “You’ll get the flu,” he always said, well, before he went mad.

I loved how on cold nights, mum used to put on the fire and sit in the big brown leather chair. She would brush my hair for hours. She had a brown box full of gourmet chocolates. She always gave me one of the caramel delights. I’d always gobble it up in a matter of seconds. I felt a feeling I hadn’t felt in ages when I was around her, happiness. Happiness is a feeling when your body fills up with big yellow bubbles and when you try to wipe a smile off your face but just can’t. It’s the feeling when you laugh for no reason. Mum was the definition of happiness.

 

 

Death. I hate that word. It just reminds me of her. She was the best thing that had ever happened to me and then she was gone, like a puff of smoke. I don’t remember a lot of that day, just the doctor feeling too sympathetic, dad weeping in a corner and mum laying on the hospital bed, as stiff as a log. She looked so cold. I wanted to lay a blanket over her body but I knew it wouldn’t make a difference. She would still be cold, still be stiff and still be dead. We walked home that afternoon, dad didn’t talk, neither did I. We were too sad. Actually sad is an understatement. You know when you are hysterically happy, when you just can’t stop laughing, well I was hysterically sad, I couldn’t stop crying. That night I sat on the brown leather chair, wondering where on earth she was but then it came to me, she wasn’t on earth, she was in heaven. I have always wondered  what it looks like in heaven. Is it a big white room filled with angels and passed souls. Or is it a room, just a room. Nothing to do or say. Just a room. I wonder if I’ll ever see her again, in heaven. I hope I do. I really hope I do.

100 people in our town. 53.5 million people live in England and only  100 of them live in our town, Wakefield falls. It’s named that because of the big waterfall in the centre of the shops. I guess you could say it’s our landmark, what we’re known for. We rely on it for water supply, good luck etc; I think it’s a load of rubbish. There is no such thing as luck. If there were then why did she die, why did he leave, why am I by myself. In the town where I work, they are known for their great hair, thanks to me and the others. We even went to an awards ceremony for greatest hair salon, I was in the middle of making the speech when we accepted the golden curler when someone yelled out “That’s her, it’s a Gibson.” I was normal in that town, I was just like everyone else. They all know, they pretend they don’t but they do. I’m always assigned the dangerous, deluded customers because the manager doesn’t trust me with the others. It’s annoying.

Last year I went to high school. Not normal high school. Special school. The government thought it was ‘for the best.’ I disagreed and wanted to kick them until they bled. I remember that day. I did kick them. Hard. The security man put is big arms around me, picked me up in to fireman’s lift and chucked me in the black room. How can I describe the black room. It’s black. I imagine it’s what hell looks like but devils would replace the big guards guarding the door.

My special school was the worst. The teachers all treated us like babies. There were about 11 of us. 12 if you include the Siamese twins as 2 people. Their family was too poor to go through with an operation. I felt sorry for them. They had to do everything together. I wouldn’t mind that. I would do anything to do something with someone else but living the life of Jessica Gibson is a challenge.  I can’t walk around town un-noticed, I can’t talk to someone without them taking a step back to ensure they are safe from any danger. I can’t even buy anything without the shop owner giving me a long hard glare right in the eye while they scan the item I am buying through the scanner and put it in a plastic bag.or a cardboard bag if you count the supermarket lady.  If I had one wish it would be to be someone else entirely. It wouldn’t matter if I was the ugliest person in the world or the most annoying person in the world. I just want to be someone or something different.

 

I met a girl when I was 14. She was from Australia. She had a funny accent and a great sense of humour. Her name was Susan. She was my best friend for a few months until she moved to Switzerland. I liked her. A lot. She was very kind to me and didn’t care about my history. She always said ‘what’s in the past stays in the past and what’s in the future is yet to be discovered.’ Whenever she said that she said it dramatically. It was funny but I didn’t believe her. Not one bit.

 

Susan called me a couple of times when she was in Switzerland but I never answered. Just seeing her name flash up on my phone was enough pain to be put through but hearing her voice wold just send me to tears. Not normal tears, not weeping tears but REAL tears. Can you imagine having a friend, your only friend and then she leaves you. Just like that. After about a year we messaged on Christmas;

 

 

Me: Hi Susan, just wanted to say Merry Xmas.

Susan: Hey, though u had forgotten me.

Me:  No way!! Anyway gtg.

Susan: Oh. Well gr8 talking to u.

 

 

 

 

 

A lot of kids have pets. I remember my first pet. It was a goat. It was chubby and sat down all day. He died within the first 3 days of old days. I re-read the adoption form and it said may die in the first week. Oh. I was planning on naming Herbert but I guess that dream was dead. After my un-named goat I didn’t have another pet. I couldn’t bear to see another goat.  Until the next day, I was better then. Kids do stuff like that they are worried about getting an injection but then 1 minute later they get a lollipop and BAM… all better.

 

In 2015 I was voted towns prettiest brat. I know what you’re thinking, and yeah, that is an award category. I have long caramel coloured hair, dark chocolate brown eyes, a blanket of freckles covering my nose and cheeks. I have long thick eyelashes and soft pink lips. My teeth are white and perfectly in line. My eyebrows are proportioned and my figure is nor too thick or too slim. My looks are perfect so I get the pretty part of the award, but the bratty part. I just don’t understand. My attitude may be a little negative but bratty is just plain rude. When the mayor gave me my medal she held her hand way out to shake it. She then dropped the medal on the floor so I could scurry around and pick it up. Embarrassing. I was the front page of ‘Wakefield What’s?’ our town’s newspaper. I went for my daily food shop and the newspaper stand was empty. A big red sign spelling ‘SOLD OUT’ was plastered across the lonely cardboard stand. I know my award nomination category for next year, towns biggest fail. Maybe they’ll change the name of the award, I can just imagine the mayor saying ‘And now, the Gibson award goes to…’

I really have to move.

 

 

 

I have been described in many different ways, normal wasn’t one of them. People call me abnormal. I guess I am. I don’t do normal things teenagers should do.
1. Slumber parties- I could have one but it would just end up being a night where I’m expecting friends to come but I just end up watching a movie and eating popcorn with my teddy bears.

  1. Have over 5 social media accounts- just another place for strangers to see how unpopular, weird, lame, strange and dorky I truly am.
  2. Drink coffee, a lot- I would but it’s gross
  3. Sleep in- I’ve got a job.
  4. Get Pimples because they wear way to much make up- Our town has no beauty shop plus I can’t afford it anyway.
  5. Get 7 sores because they trip over in 5 inch high heels- Flats all the way.

 

 

I took a quiz once to see what people think my best quality is, the quiz said people think I have no qualities. They’re not wrong. I mean I think that I’m… yeah I have no qualities. I’m like a ghost. Invisible and unheard. But I can be chaotic and dramatic. That’s the thing about introverts, we wear our chaos on the inside where no one can see.

 

 

My birthday is on the 29th of February. I have a proper birthday every 4 years. So I guess you could say I am 4 and ¼ years old. I don’t act like a four year old. I don’t look like a four year old but I am. I’m four years old.

 

I used have a social media account. No surprise I bet. I got rid of it after 5 days. It kept asking me to refill my personal details:

Name: Jessica Gibson

Age: 4 years old

Fav book: War and peace
Fav movie:
 The hunger games

Fav colour: Teal
Email:
sadlife101@gmail.com

Ph. Number: dont have one 

 

 

I soon realised that it was a scam. Someone low-life was pretending to be me. I tried to contact the creator of the website but they didn’t believe me. So I decided to quit.

 

 

 

 

 

I have 3 bedrooms in my house, 3 bathrooms, 2 kitchens, 2 living rooms, 2 television rooms and laundry. And my house is one story. And each room is the normal room size… x5. And only one person lives there. Me

 

10 years later

I am now 6 and ¼ years old (27) and I can’t believe how much my life has changed from 10 years ago to now. I live my friends. I have a new job at the hardware store after the old woman unfortunately passed. I now get heaps more money and buy 5 mac ‘n’ cheeses a day and can get a chocolate muffin every second day. I have moved towns. I now live in Switzerland with Susan. Life is now great. Really great. I have actually been interviewed on a international  news show. I even released a book ‘A story of an unfortunate life.’ It’s about my journey, my ups and downs of life. Here is the blurb: ‘People think everyone is lucky. People think that everyone is lucky. Well, they’re not. This is about my family, struggles with them, my friends, well lack of them and me. A no-one. Even though it took me my whole life to realise, I now know that I, Jessica Gibson, am someone.’

100W- Week 9

Prompt:

I stared at the cold, stone hands gripping the tight and torn rope. Arthur Songman, founder of our town. He went on quite an adventure to get here and all he had was his trusty rope. The statue commemorates him. I can’t look at it. it just reminds me of the horror I had to face that day. In our town we have to groups, the rich and the poor. They treat us like slaves , like we aren’t even human. Although he may seem like a god, Arthur started it all. Rich, adored, inspiring Arthur. All with one basic move.

100WC- Week 8

Prompt: but what colour should it be?
Purple?Blue?Green? I couldn’t decide. It wasn’t like I could draw a colour out of a hat and go with it, this was a BIG deal. You probably wouldn’t get it because you aren’t in the middle of having a sculpture built for you because you are your town ‘s hero and the artist sculpting it has no idea what art is. I’m hoping that the colour with be a distraction from the lumpy, ugly sculpture. I think I’ll go with orange. That’s it orange.