Shopping centre description-8C-RP-MissThompson

Shopping Centre Description

You begin to see the shopping centre in the distance. Its light displays flash out to your car like a lighthouse, beckoning all the ships to her nearby port. The parking lot that approaches is a sea of black asphalt filled with many coloured and sized fish. You realize that your car will soon become part of this wide ocean. Of this port that buzzes with different cultures, of adventure, of an indescribable mystery.

You pass through one of the many different main doors and you find yourself in the clothes section in the department store, Liverpool. Without saying a word, you grab one of the fine, soft silk fabrics imported from India and you can feel for a moment the freshness of the lush green jungle. Snapping back to reality you continue your journey, being pushed along by others like a herd of elephants approaching the imminent oasis.

Passing a boutique you can smell the perfumes invade your nostrils and then suddenly, you sneeze. Up ahead of you your eyes meet those of the cleaning lady.

The cleaning lady who day after day does her job, she’s invisible and you have barely managed to catch a glimpse of her. You try to find her again but she’s not there, she has become invisible again, lost in the multitude.

The smell of quesadillas compels you to head to the food court. A million odors invade you, but only one matters to you, that of the quesadillas. As you put it in your mouth you feel that the resistance to the other smells has been worth it. The tortilla slowly melts in your mouth and the salsa heats up your nostrils and you feel miniscule drops of sweat beginning to form on your forehead.

You have to go now, your parents dragging you along, anxious to escape the array of noises that invade their ears. Girls, you see them like a pack of lionesses, hunting for the newest thing in the world of fashion. Something worthy of their ooo’s and aah’s. Meanwhile you see the boys near the fountain with skateboards in hand. Each trying to surpass the other’s trick and then all of a sudden you’re out, back to the black ocean where you’ll find your ship and return home. Where sooner or later, you will long to be back to this world of sounds, smells, and sights.

The Deserted House

28/03/07 Andres Angeles Yr 8C


Some say it’s star crossed, others say it’s inhabited by ghosts, lost souls, sunk in their own pain and unable to let go of their long lost lives. I say it’s magic.

As I came to the rotten fence, the combination of smells and sounds struck me softly and rapidly. It was so sudden I involuntarily stopped dead in my tracks and enjoyed of the now deserted establishment. It had once been a glorious house, made for a rich family who’s name I cannot recall since it is not mentioned for many years now.
Recovering from the shock I moved forward and pushed the broken door. It flung open with the most subtle push, something which had surprised me the first day I visited the abandoned mansion. The door gave way to the main entrance which was better preserved than the fence itself, but still quite degraded.
As I passed the wooden fence, the golden brilliance of the dried out garden under the sunlight struck my eyes, something which never failed to cheer me up. It was because of the garden that I’d come to think of this place as magical. The plants had suffered terrible deaths because of the lack of water, but they still kept this joyful spirit, like a little puppy waiting for you to throw a rubber ball, a piece of meat or even a simple woodstick, it wouldn’t matter, because the game would be equally fun, and it would be kept in your memory for as long as you lived, for eternity.
I never saw the insides of the house, but I do not regret it. The outside was enough for a thirteen year old, for an eighty year old. It made you stop and listen. Silence. The sound would always be nule but peaceful, pure and profound.
Every time I stopped and listened, I could not help but smile and think about it all, about every hidden detail that I may never unveil, and these was of course, perfection. A simple word which can easily be described, but why perfection? The answer to this is simple, because perfection is not a straight line, neither can it be the roundest of cirlces or by that matter the cleanest of tables. Perfection is the the flower with missing petals, blown out by the wind, but untouched by the harmful hands of those who keep hate in their souls. It is the dried out plant which keeps it beauty within each leaf, worn away by the beings which feed on it.

And that of course is why this place became so special to me, because it’s magic, because it’s peaceful, because it’s perfect.

Y13A2/Approach to comparative/Ed

You have 2 hrs for the comparative paper and 1h30 if you are Standard Level.

You should have a plan from the start of the exam. Here is my advice on how to approach the paper.

Firstly, Write out the mnemonic that you have remembered. This will serve as an annotation plan and a paragraph planner for the essay. If you follow this plan I think it is nearly impossible to fail

1) CONTEXT
PurposeAudienceWriter´s intention GenreTheme

2) STYLE
Tone Imagery Devices

3) STRUCTURE
Word (lexical field)Sentence (syntax) Paragraph




NOW: USE THIS AS AN ANNOTATION DEVICE USING ARROWS POINTING TO MULTIPLE PRTS OF THE TEXT.

THEN, USE IT AS A PARAGRAPH GUIDE. FOLLOW THE NUMBERS- ALWAYS START WITH CONTEXT

Helpful things to remember:
Refer to line No´s
Clearly quote
Use shotgun quotations
Don´t analyse text A then B do both against each point.
Mix up your sentences a bit- don´t always refer to A and B

Introduction: REMEMBER THIS:

Warm the examiner up with an intro sentence.

Include a fancy word

Use a good sentence structure.

Here´s an example:

"It has long been the craving of writers´ of both non fiction and fiction alike to be able to encapsulate the essence of a destination through the written word. Text A and B attempt to achieve this; albeit, in different forms."

LAST TIP:
AT THE END READ YOUR WORK AND MAKE 5 WORD CHOICE CHANGES AND CORRECT 5 GRAMMAR MISTAKES (YOU WILL FIND THEM IF YOU CHECK)

Yr9/ McPark Commercial/ CR MO AI MC

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Year 10b Monologue Alfonso García A. "Fons"

Another Day Next To My Best Friend

Mmmmmmmm, oh god, I love sleeping. Come on wake up its 11:00am now, you have to wake up…… Are you there? Yes you are always there; you are a gigantic, sloppy, fat mass in front of my 8 pack stomach (yeah sure). Well anyway we have to get up; I am starting to get hungry. Oh god I hate being fat I should have paid attention to that stupid diet I got from internet a long time ago. The first thing written on that healthy food paper was: DO NOT under any circumstances eat FAST FOOD!

Yeah sure they though that a Mc Donald’s fan like me would stop eating those delicious three floor hamburgers. They don’t know me, not even if I got paid! I wouldn’t abandon Mc Donald’s for any reason. Oh god those fast food restaurants drive me crazy, not fat, or do they?

Well lets return to reality, I’m stuck here in my bed, about to piss my pyjamas because I really can’t walk all the way to the bathroom. It’s too far! I mean it is equivalent to asking a teenager to walk from here to Japan. It’s crazy! Just can’t be done. Oh god, it really gets me on my nerves. I won’t stand a day more with this enormous belly, following me everywhere. (From my bed to the kitchen and back again!).

To finish narrating my successful life, I can add that I am another desemployed fat American. Yeah, you don’t believe me, come on. Nobody wants to hire a fat guy who can’t walk from his chair to the rubbish bin! It’s pathetic! I remember the last time I had a job; it was on the year 1982. I wasn’t this fat and I still walked, at least to the bathroom I did. I believe one of my greatest mistakes was to never exercise.

What, I didn’t heard that repeat it! Oh yeah now you are starving? Yeah and I’m supposed to feed you when you never listen to me! I always have to carry this 200 pounds with me everywhere I go. Well any way, I’ve just pissed my pyjamas again, what else can I do? Let’s get up and, hhhhhhmmmmmmmm!!!!!!! God difficult it is. Oh great now I’m speaking like that little green man named Yoda! What else could go wrong?! God I really have to start a diet, maybe later. Now I need to concentrate on eating this big, extra cheese pizza, I asked for last week. Never mind, I have a coke, not to dehydrate and 7 snickers, just in case I’m still hungry!

Y10...Diego Prazmowski Baczyk....Monologue

A talk with obesity

For many beautiful years filled with praise and satisfaction, I have lived in Britain. Regrettably my job required me to immigrate to the United States, land of the free racist patriotic fat pricks. You see, I abolish obesity and seeing as the U.S was filled with overweight morons, well, you know. And no, I am not a plastic surgeon…I am of the highest quality, a homicidal maniac with a senseless grudge against people with overweight disorders. Do not inquire as to the origin of my insanity nor the reason for my contempt, for not even I know it. Yet, in a quite perturbing way, I am intrigued by their unusual capacity to devoir a weight greater than their own human body. I guess one of the things that most eminently agitate my vowels is that they are capable of eating healthy, it’s not like we lack healthy food! They can choose what and how much to eat!

I do not wish to be discourteous towards the people who fill their bellies with the filth provided by fast food companies. “McDonald’s” actually stated in a law suit that their processed products may be more harmful than the unprocessed good. It is the fast food companies that force the youth to consume these fat producing goods. Their incessant advertisements and alluring propaganda makes their waste irrationally a necessity. I have been here in the U.S for less than a week and I already feel compelled to satisfy my cravings with a fat-dripping, gruesome ham-burger. I would have already done so if I hadn’t found the selfish slaughter of cows rather lamentable.

I remember a Tuesday night in the outside of a mall. I went there actually to make some contemplating on what revolting places malls are, packed with ignorant fiends seeking how to spend the remains of their life-savings; but I digress. I saw a man, bald except for the sides of his head, glasses aiding only to improve vision to observe his own nose and clothes that seemed to have been with him all his life – the fat in his body slipped from above his shorts and dripped towards the ground like a melting ice-cream cone. I waited for it to fall onto the ground but it never did. He had this ridiculous smile, like expressing illogical happiness or pleasure. He had brought a little big-eyeballed child with him and sat him on a trashcan. It was when he grabbed the boy and shook him and his teddy-bear that I had a sudden impulse to grab a nearby pipe and fling it at his self-satisfied head. The pipe bounced off him like a tennis ball as he fell onto the ground. But his fat would not let him hit the floor so he lay supported above the ground like some sort of monument. I asked the boy what it was that the man was doing and he said that he was helping him find his mom. I thought it was a weird way of looking for someone with his pants half way down and a devious glare in his eyes. But anyhow, this might have been what stuck in my mind for so long in one dark corner, I remembered that Tuesday was U.F.O night and ran.

It’s quite irrational that a human being exterminates his race for an aesthetic disturbance but still it is a worthy workout to my body. I doubt you would have guessed my appearance correctly, based on my attitude and form of action against individuals with these particular physical…emmm…detriments. But my dark-skinned 190kg body remains identical, regardless of my opinion or common preconception of people who haven’t seen me. I guess I am the least suspected person of all the possible fat-guy-murderers. It is rare to see an overweight man slaughtering many obese people. But even so, my hatred towards myself is equal to all the past ones, only that in my case the tip of the knife is obstructed by the fat in my body and eludes my heart.

I have tried to rid this world of yet another “victim” to the preliminary judgement and depression, resulting in an exaggerated ingestion of repulsive foods: myself. But my expanded body caused my arms to shrink into my fat; I can no longer reach a weapon and point it at my head. It’s like I’m a ball of fat moving with barely any legs peering from underneath my accumulation of greasy fat. I occupy two lanes on the street for Chrissake!

(I have a little seal friend that hovers around me because I have my own fatty gravitational pull. Thus my little seal friend orbits me like a moon around a planet.)

Due to personal shame and embarrassment name excluded…come on as if you didn’t know whose it was…

Yr 10B/Monolog for obesity/ By Julen M

Obesity.

There is a boy called Jim, whom is now a big fat slob, or should I say, a big obese slob! Born in 1992, Jim had an ordinary standard body type for various years. It wasn’t until the year of 2003 when Jim started to have an appetite for fast food. You could say that the first thing on the menu was Mc Donald’s. He went there about three times a day and six days a week. It was an outrage, soon he’s body weight began to increase with velocity, to approximate double he’s original size.

Close friends and familiars have tried to stop this obese boy from getting any larger. Their effort was futile; fast food restaurants tend to make their meals addictive, when you have some you cant stop, not only that, but they also make the sizes of the orders ridiculously huge! Jim is now having respiratory and social problems thanks to his “super size” that he has now acquired.

Jim is quite a burden for other people, he has acquired such a state of obesity that he is no longer capable to go through doors with out getting stuck. This is Jim’s fault but even if it doesn’t look like it, the fast food is to blame; not because it makes him eat the food, but the fact that it only makes his ambitions worse and makes him fatter.




Julen Murguia. 10B

Yr 10/ Monologue/ Antonio Maza

I’m here to speak to you about how I hate fat prick that eat McDonalds every day of their lives with out knowing the damage that it can cause you, I would be one of those pricks. But if there’s someone to blame for the creation of this monstrous body of my it is the people that work at McDonalds who always fry the food to much and always ask you if you want the “big” or the “super size”, I mean they know I would prefer the big one because it has less fat than the super size, put in the other hand I’m a food addict and rather buy the super size.
Here is a photo of me:

( I’m sexy)

Someone else that must be blamed is the master mind creators of World Of War Craft . They are the cause for my lack of exercise, but I rather be playing the game instead of playing football or something like that or even going on a blind date and have to hear all the yibidi yab coming from a female mouth. And there comes something else, blind dates are rubbish. You meet a hot girl on the computer and when you’ve decide to have dinner she lays a eye on you and you will get her to run as if you wanted to eat her. I’ve had the pleasure of this experience about fifteen time, yeah about fifteen time, which afterwards I would get depressed and go to have some chicken wings or something like that.
To finish I would like to congratulate the makers of the movie “super size me” which actually make MacDonald and other fast food companies look like freaking losers, so I guess that I laugh at youu!!!!!!!!!!! MacDonald and other fast food companies
Well I’m of to MacDonald, do you want to come? yes? hmmm but do you want to share the big fries because I would feel fat if I ate them all.




Antonio Maza P 10B

yr 10 monologue fernando guadarrama

Hello, my name is Willard Smith Scott, I declare myself as and obese person and I really hate it, it has only brought me misery and humiliation.

When I was younger, I used to work for MacDonald’s; I enjoyed it so much that I worked there for like 5 years, I was the first Ronald Macdonald ever, every single child loved me and enjoyed being with me as I enjoyed being with them.

As I worked there, I ate MacDonald’s food 2 to 3 times a week, sometimes 4, I ate mostly big Macs, French fries and coke. And as time passed by, I became fatter, Macdonald’s workers said that if I kept getting fat they would fire me.

I suffered next night because I felt some kind of addiction, and by trying not to eat Mac food I began to feel like hell, I fell tired, depressed and anxious so I decided to eat some French fries.

My boss told me to go to UK because they were opening a new store, when I got in the airplane, I couldn’t fit inside one seat so I had to change to first class, I ate 4 times the menu served in the plane, and I still felt hungry, luckily I had a specially big “Big Mac” in my bag, I opened the paper and ate it in 3 minutes, after that, all my depression disappeared.

When I got to United Kingdom, I got down of the airplane and some children cried as they saw me, they hid behind their mother, only one child did not cried, and that child was fat and had a fat mother, I believe only fat people respect fat people.

I got to the new MacDonald’s in town to see what I had to do and my boss expressed to me in a decent way that if I kept eating MacDonald’s food I would get too fat and he would have to fire me, I felt sad, again, but this time I really decided to stop eating all that food. My boss wanted me to stand in the crowd, dressed as Ronald Macdonald while they inaugurated the restaurant, and while they cut the red ribbon to show that it is officially open to public. I think it was a nice day, but in part it was hard because I was next to the heavy users (MacDonald’s special clients) and I realized that there was not much difference between them and me, I always felt disgusted when I saw them but now I realized that I had became a heavy user too!

All my life I had wanted to be muscular and handsome like an actor or a model, and it is really hard to compare this fat pig with someone like that; it really makes me fell sad and depressed. All I can do is go to work everyday and try to put myself on a diet and exercise.

Next day I went with a nutriologist and she said to me that I really had serious obesity problems and that they could cause lethal sicknesses that could kill me or affect me really bad. She said that Obesity has been linked to: Hypertension, Coronary Heart Disease, Adult Onset Diabetes, Stroke, Gall Bladder Disease, Osteoarthritis, Sleep Apnea, Respiratory Problems, Endometrial, Breast, Prostate and Colon Cancers, Dyslipidemia, steatohepatitis, insulin resistance, breathlessness, Asthma, Hyperuricaemia, reproductive hormone abnormalities, polycystic ovarian syndrome, impaired fertility and lower back pain. I think that’s too many diseases for just eating food. I also talked to her about my mother, she had diabetes and she was slim, at that moment, the nutriologist warned me that it would be really easy to get diabetes and if I kept eating this way I would probably end in the hospital.

I went back to USA, the fattest country on earth now, and as I got down the airplane, I felt at home, about 50% of the Americans were obese and they understood me. There, I saw a big MacDonald’s full of fat people and I said to me “What happens if I eat once more there? Nothing will happen” so I ordered 3 big macs, big French fries and a big coke. It was the best MacDonald’s meal that I ate in years so I ordered 2 more big macs.

Next day I went to work and my boss called me by phone, he said that my supervisor had seen that I had got fatter and he said “ I warned you Willard, im sorry but you are fired, you are too fat.” At that moment, my life got ruined and I was so sad that I went to MacDonald’s to eat some more Mac Burgers, my pain felt relieved but my life was ruined, thank you MacDonald’s.

Y10 Monologue RSDV

I couldn’t close my eyes. That night was eternal for me, what Lana the preppy, skinny, blond, “lovely”, popular girl of the entire school said to me stayed in my mind all day long. I simply couldn’t believe it, how could she dare to say that! I just cant believe she had the courage to say that in front of me, in front of everyone!

I thought it was a better idea just to pretend I didn’t listen, but I cant cheat myself, I listened, and quite well.

I’m not saying its not true. Because it is. I’m fat! But why cant she say it in a softer way, or not in front of him, in front of the most handsome and popular boy at the whole school! I never said I like him or something like that, no, no, he would never like a girl that has all her thoughts in pizza, hamburgers, McDonalds, burger king or that with the time she might have a heart disease, diabetes, low life expectancy or high blood pressure, I’m not saying I’m going to have someday those problems because I’m not that fat, well, just if you see me besides some other girls at school, you can se the imperfections I have some tummy, big arms ,big legs nothing to worry about, I think I’m not the one with a problem, no, maybe the other girls are way to skinny.

Who am I lying to? I am fat, maybe that’s why I’m alone at break time, or that my first and only kiss was...in a dream. I would love to be one of those skinny girls at the magazines, that have perfect bodies, and they lives seem to look perfect full of love, people admiring them, but someday, I promise someday I will get to be a skinny girl, with a handsome boyfriend full of happiness and love, however that’s in the future but now its simply me.

Y10 Monologue RSDV

I couldn’t close my eyes. That night was eternal for me, what Lana the preppy, skinny, blond, “lovely”, popular girl of the entire school said to me stayed in my mind all day long. I simply couldn’t believe it, how could she dare to say that! I just cant believe she had the courage to say that in front of me, in front of everyone!

I thought it was a better idea just to pretend I didn’t listen, but I cant cheat myself, I listened, and quite well.

I’m not saying its not true. Because it is. I’m fat! But why cant she say it in a softer way, or not in front of him, in front of the most handsome and popular boy at the whole school! I never said I like him or something like that, no, no, he would never like a girl that has all her thoughts in pizza, hamburgers, McDonalds, burger king or that with the time she might have a heart disease, diabetes, low life expectancy or high blood pressure, I’m not saying I’m going to have someday those problems because I’m not that fat, well, just if you see me besides some other girls at school, you can se the imperfections I have some tummy, big arms ,big legs nothing to worry about, I think I’m not the one with a problem, no, maybe the other girls are way to skinny.

Who am I lying to? I am fat, maybe that’s why I’m alone at break time, or that my first and only kiss was...in a dream. I would love to be one of those skinny girls at the magazines, that have perfect bodies, and they lives seem to look perfect full of love, people admiring them, but someday, I promise someday I will get to be a skinny girl, with a handsome boyfriend full of happiness and love, however that’s in the future but now its simply me.

Y 10 Monologue MPG

I’m not talking crap! It’s real. The problem of obesity is not something that governments use to make proposals and convince you to vote for them. It is a real problem. Is that big and real it even killed me…Right I’m John Smith’s grandma, when I died, I weighted about 595 pounds, right, 270 kilos.

1954 was the year that McDonalds first opened. The date on which I started my addiction? 4^th of December 1954— my first BigMac.

On the very beginning, I didn’t pay much attention to what the doctor said, you know: look for a diet that fits you, exercise more, work out…a bit—a never really listened. And this is how I stand here today, dead, standing on over the grave of me and myself.

Well yes, there’s, on the other hand a good side of it: Soon I’ll be having loads of neighbours why obesity is quickly taking over the race on: “The most “killing” disease.”

So now you know. Obesity killed me and will probably kill any other guy who eats 19.000 BigMacs’ in a lifetime [Don’t think I’m talking on the skinny-“goat-beard”-southern guy—no way.]

yr10/english monologue/Ana Sofia Rodrigez

What?! I am absolutely not fat at all. I mean, I may weight 120 pounds but that is only because I’m big, you know? I am 1.65 meters tall! You have to agree that with a height like mine's one has to eat to feed every inch of the body right? I sometimes get to think that that the daily super size mac I eat, even with its 600 calories isn’t enough for someone with my height.

And maybe these places that can be considered having some “extra” fat are actually my curves. That’s right, I must have curves because my great grand mother was Puerto Rican and everybody knows that those physical aspects are inherited. Extra fat what all those Houston elephants have covering them as quilts. Compared with them I am a toothpick, compared almost with anyone actually… Well, I guess you could leave Giselle Bundchen out of the list but it must be only for a few pounds.

And believe it or not it is hard to be so thin; I am usually discriminated by jealous people that call me fat everywhere.

But I think that mostly I owe my body to the amount of exercise I do everyday. Not only I walk up and down the stairs a considerable amount of 10 times a day but I also have to walk the long 12 meters to get to my car. Thank god a new lift is about to be built in the office 'cause if I continue with this amount of exercise I will soon get an ulcer for the effort. And thinking about it, I definitely don’t want that to ruin my healthy body. I guess I'll start eating more to avoid that, yeah I am sure that must reduce the risk.

Fat Monologue-Santiago LS

Thinking in the life I had just 5 years ago, I remember so many things. Feelings and people that I could pay anything to turn it back as it used to be.

For no reason my life has changed dramatically: I can’t sleep without it. I can’t be awake without it. I can’t dream without it…I love eating….I hate looking me facing a mirror after eating.

Ooooh yeah, I am fat! Actually obese would be the exact word to describe me. I am so fat that when the “pee time” arrives I have to suffer standing up, so that at the end, I can’t even look my pennies. That is really depressing and embarrassing. Look, my wife left me and my friends hate me. I could blame Mc. Donald’s about it, however, at the end I have to accept that I am the only one to blame.

When I walk in a public place, people stare at me as if a am a walrus or something. I understand them; they don’t see often such a big belly. But anyway I smile to them. It doesn’t matter is my smile is not honest, I really smile to them. They just look at me and make my shame change to anger.

The only thing that makes me change to a happy guy again is imaging them with their common “family problems” with drunk children. Just by the look on their faces I can say many times that some of them cry at night. Yeah, that makes me happy again. And well, obviously eating.

I am sure that someday someone will try to help me. What am I saying? Help us! We are millions all around the world! Just imagine that in Manhattan, there are more than 80 Mc. Donald’s! Where some people eat even everyday! That’s amazing, even for me!

The only thing I really want is someone to help me. Someone to listen me. Someone to hug me.

I hate me!

Yr 10 Monologues/Mariana G

Deep into the fat

It's always the same remarks.
"Dude, looks like the whale just lost her ocean."
"Shouldn't she be back in the zoo with the rest of the elephants?"
"Looks like the dinosaurs are no longer extinct."
It's always animals. Why animals? Do they think I'm stupid and I don't understand? Just like a silly beast?
I hear remarks everyday of my life. Especially when I'm entering McDonald's. Well, I mean, I don't buy McDonald's often, you understand. Only once a week! And, I just get a salad, and water, and that extra order of french fries! I do the same in Burger King and Wendys, it's this new diet I'm trying out.
I do break the diet when I go to Taco Bell, beacuse I buy a big taco. But it has plenty of lettuce! And, I only go once a week or so.
I've been feeling really depressed lately. I don't want to get out of bed and see the world.Sometimes, I can fix that with a good pail of Chunky Monkey, or any other Ben & Jerry's flavour.
It's just...everywhere I go I always see skinny girls. In magazines, in TV, in movies, in the street. I feel like a monster when I see them. I wish I could model myself to be the perfect body.
Take off some of that, smooth that over, curve here, less there...
If I were thinner I could do anything I want. Be whoever I want.
Right now, I'm just the fat girl.
I think I'll go get a burger.

Yr10 Monologue-Diego Guerrero

I hate it, it is always so hard. Everyone make prejudges of me. I always end up apart from the society because of my weight problems. I don’t find it fair in any kind of way. Not just because someone has weight issues means that they’re less important in this community. We all have the same value among this weird civilization that we live in.

I never get to play any kind of sports. I always try my best, but still no one see that in me, that I try as hard as I can, they only call me by offensive nicknames related with my obesity. I wish I could be thinner so I could not worry about being some type of freak between this atmosphere of insults and pranks.

I just sit there at the same old spot at break time watching everyone enjoy this 45 minutes, which for me could be considered as the worst part of my day, at least where I get more offenses for eating. How could this be possible, just for making an action that everybody execute through out this 2,700 seconds of pretended fun?

Everyone takes advantage of me, but when they find it convenient to treat with a little bit of respect. At the end of the day, when I realize all of this, a reflective thought of all this comes into my head and makes me identify that this a really sad fact.

But the worst part of all of this, is that at the end of the day you realize you don’t have friends, no one to support you, except of course your family.

Yr. 10/ monologue/alejandra turbay

Mmmm… I’m feeling hungry, but I’m to lazy to prepare my breakfast. I’m just gonna go to get some doughnuts and some coffee. Look all those kinds of doughnuts; I can’t decide whether to take sugar, chocolate or vanilla flavor. I think I’ll just take the three of them. And the small coffee would not be enough for the three doughnuts so Ill just take the big cup. They are taking out some hot chocolate muffins; I guess I will take one.

And now here I am sitting in my old couch, I can’t believe that it has a whole in the middle of the seat. The strings are not that resisting I guess. Let’s watch some TV. Look my favorite drama show. How come the girls are so skinny, but let’s face it Ill never look like that. It’s depressing how can they just eat a piece of cheese? And talking about that Im hungry again. I want some nachos with cheese on top, and ill just drink a diet coke to avoid sugar. It makes me fatter.

And now just a few hours later its lunch time. I’m thinking on taking a Mc Donald’s burger with extra cheese, a coke and why not? A sundae too. I mean is hot outside and I deserving a dessert after too much walking. Two blocks. That’s too much, next time Ill just ask for home service. I feel full, but I need to get home, Ill just take a taxi. And now Im here standing in front of the mirror, my belly has grow 8 cm and my legs 6 cm. My face looks like a balloon. Now I’m just not a 16 size its two or more sizes, I’m not fitting my pants anymore. I need to go to the gym, make some exercise, but not today. My friends are inviting me to starbucks and to get some doughnuts at Krispy Kreme, and I just can’t reject that offer.

One week later, Im sad, my boyfriend broke up with me. He says Im too Chubby to fit in his car. I MEAN what does he thinks!!! It’s not easy being FAT!! That’s why I just bought this slender shape apparatus. Its fantastic, while you watch TV you are exercising. Im getting hungry Ill think Ill order a pizza and then just go to sleep.

Y10/I am not a Super Model/Millaray Carranza

This is the worst day ever! First of all, oh my God, how could my parents think of such a horrible name, Gertrude! Ugh!

I hate my mum, she´s so fat and always eating horrible and fatty things, and her fatness is hereditary! Poor me! The worst part is that I love all those fatty types of food. When all of my friends go out to eat they order salads and soup and other healthy things. They never eat junk food. I am always the only one eating junk, and I blame my mother for all of this! What´s wrong with junk? I only go to McDonalds once a week! There shouldn´t be anything wrong with that…should there be?

I hate my mum, but, I hate Super Models even more! Perfect girls, they´re all thin and looking perfect all the time. I wish so much that I could be like them. My friends laugh at me, but nobody ever laughs at a Super Model! Even my dad laughs at me! Why does everyone think they can tell me that I look fat or that I should be on a diet!? The worst thing is that they all think that I eat healthy things too, that I must be just like them. Everytime I come home after school I go running straight to the closest McDonalds, Taco Bell, Burger King, anything! Then, by the time I get home I decide that maybe I don’t really want it… maybe, I will just nibble a little bit, just one fry.

Anyway, my mum, I hate her, she´s fat and she has suffered all of her life with the same problems that I am having now. Why didn´t she ever warn me? All of the people laughing and joking and always eating healthy around her, and now it is happening to me, does she even care? She has never once helped me to eat healthy.

What´s wrong with her? Should I blame her, or should I just blame heredity? Oh, I don´t know, I am bored of this…and so hungry! I should go get something to eat. Junk food anyone?

Millaray Carranza
10 B

I am not a Super Model

This is the worst day ever! First of all, oh my God, how could my parents think of such a horrible name, Gertrude! Ugh!

I hate my mum, she´s so fat and always eating horrible and fatty things, and her fatness is hereditary! Poor me! The worst part is that I love all those fatty types of food. When all of my friends go out to eat they order salads and soup and other healthy things. They never eat junk food. I am always the only one eating junk, and I blame my mother for all of this! What´s wrong with junk? I only go to McDonalds once a week! There shouldn´t be anything wrong with that…should there be?

I hate my mum, but, I hate Super Models even more! Perfect girls, they´re all thin and looking perfect all the time. I wish so much that I could be like them. My friends laugh at me, but nobody ever laughs at a Super Model! Even my dad laughs at me! Why does everyone think they can tell me that I look fat or that I should be on a diet!? The worst thing is that they all think that I eat healthy things too, that I must be just like them. Everytime I come home after school I go running straight to the closest McDonalds, Taco Bell, Burger King, anything! Then, by the time I get home I decide that maybe I don’t really want it… maybe, I will just nibble a little bit, just one fry.

Anyway, my mum, I hate her, she´s fat and she has suffered all of her life with the same problems that I am having now. Why didn´t she ever warn me? All of the people laughing and joking and always eating healthy around her, and now it is happening to me, does she even care? She has never once helped me to eat healthy.

What´s wrong with her? Should I blame her, or should I just blame heredity? Oh, I don´t know, I am bored of this…and so hungry! I should go get something to eat. Junk food anyone?

Millaray Carranza
10 B

Y10/Monologue/Maurice E

(Fat guy speaking to his belly)

Good morning fat joe. How are you today? Growing? Yep, Guessed so, but don't worry, we'll go the bathroom.First let's eat something.
What do you want to have for breakfest? A hamburguer or a pizza? Neither!? I don't care if you want something healthy, it doesn't taste good.
So regarding your opinion we'll go for the pizza. Did you know they have home service? It's wonderful! This way we don't have to walk.
What do you want, Coke or diet coke? Let me guess, DIET COKE! You see, I take good care of us. Let me call them from the bathroom phone. A good way to eliminate fats.

(10 minutes later still in the bathroom)

Finally I finished. I feel thiner. Like if we lost 20 pounds.
Why isn't that pizza here? I'm the costumer of the month so they should give me a better service.
Let's wait in the T.V room. Power Rangers is starting

(10 minutes later)

Yeah!! the pizza is here. Finally someone understands me. Joe could you open and get the pizza for me? Jaja you're right, you don't have legs. You should be thankful because you can eat thanks to me so don't bother me with your health issues.
Hey I have an idea, let's order fried chiken.

Yr 9/Formal Letter/ASL

Las Lomas Tepito

15/3/07

To who it may correspond to,

I am writing to complain about the “fantasy room” I just rented.
I am really disappointed with the quality of the room because first of all it dosen’t look at all like the one in the brochure you gave me, and second of all, the room’s quality is quite appalling.
It is unbelievable, I can’t believe your not ashamed of yourselves, I can’t believe you even have the guts to put this piece of rubbish in the market even though it’s a rubbish tip!
First of all I’d like to say that the “second floor” you mentioned is not a second floor. It is just an image of clouds on the ceiling, the bathroom that you mentioned had hot water all the time just has worms and dirty water in it, there is no high quality TV or entertaining center, why did you even mention it in the first place!?
Another thing I’m disappointed with is that the neighbors are always making thousands of noise and partying all the time, I thought the brochure said it was a relaxing room, a place were I could have peace and harmony whenever I wanted to! I can’t even sleep at night time! I hope you do something about it or else I’ll have to take my million dollars back and go from this place!

Yours faithfully,



Ana Sofia Lara

Yr9/Formal letter/CR

Col.Peanut #123 Av.Fuccia #987
Shalala Street Cholo Street
Toronto,Canada Mexico City, Mexico

Dear Sir,
I’m really sorry to inform you that I was extremely disappointed in one of your rooms; it was nothing like he brochure.
For starters the “very espensive music kit” didn’t work very well, it kept turning on and off.
The wardrobe was too small, the internet too slow, and the cushions weren’t comfortable at all.
I really hope you take my complint into account.
Yours faithfully,


Camila Rodriguez

Yr9/Formal Letter/CS

Av. JOJO Street Street
#111 Sansi #123 Lolo
Mexico 23933 Canada 34682
31/12/07
Dear Miss or Mr.
I would like to complain because the room I stayed on was disturbingly ugly (not like the brochure said at least) and the service provided was extremely bad. Joust because it was New Year’s the charged me 4 times the normal amount and I got worse service than what someone that came on a normal day would get for the normal price. I wanted some water and when I called the kitchen none answered, so I went down to see if I could suit my self but what was outrageous was that nobody was there. Well yes it is 2007-2008 so what I pay I should get better service than anyone ever because I paid 4 times the price. The worst thing of all was that the TV wouldn’t stop saying “NEW YEAR” “NEW YEAR”. I want my money back!!!
Yours faithfully the complainer.

Yr9/Formal Letter/EA

Ernesto Elorduy 58-2
Col.Guadalupe Inn
Delg. Alvaro Obregon
Mexico D.F






Amores 44-C
Col. Del Valle
Delg. Benito Juarez
Mexico D.F



Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Dear: Sir

I writing to you and your company to inform you that your "rent a room" service is despicable. During my stay I found several problems with room, which you call an oasis. First the bathroom doesn’t work how are you going to please customers if they have to be cleaning the bathroom at 2 AM.

Secondly, the TV has no channels what good is a TV if you can’t watch it.
Third when you are trying to have a nap you will notice that there is a clicking noise under the king sized, This soft but constant noise will torment you the rest of the night and not letting you have any decent sleep and last but not least your nice and comfortable couches are plastic! How you suppose to relax when you sit down and all you feel is solid, ice-cold plastic. This is outrageous. I really do hope that you improve your services greatly and not only for me but also for all the other customers that you are letting go when you provide such a poor service.



Yours Faithfully,








Esteban Alvarez

yr 10/Monologue/ANP

Hy my name is Keith, I’m 32, I’m Virgo I love chocolate and I love children. Yes I have worked with children before and I have excellent recommendations (yeah right), yes and I prefer little children. Well I charge $8 per hour. No, no it’s not too much because I am excellent at what I do. I promise you won’t regret it. Oh yeah but be careful when you see me because you will not be sure if I’m woman or a man but I’m a woman and my name is Keith, oh and I’m pretty big so I might scare your children. Oh the kind of big that…. weights,…about mm….200 pounds?

Well tell me, how am I supposed to introduce myself? Even if I lie I will get fired the following day because children cry as soon as they see me come into their rooms and parents don’t trust me. When I travel, I need to buy two seats because I don’t fit in one. I mean I don’t occupy the whole two seats, it’s only that some of my fatty stomach slims down to the neighboring seat and I used to get a lot of complains from my next-seat passengers so I decided to end that thing.

I weight 222 pounds and trust me it is not easy to live with. People nowadays are pretty harsh with their comments and little kids, they are the worst. One day I was walking in the park to try and lose some of this excess weight and this kid, not even 7 years old screams at the top of his voice to his little brother “look peter, that old lady looks like the elephant we saw in the zoo the other day, except she ain´t grey”. Okay, a) I’m not that old and b) for gods sakes I’m not that fat.

I have had weight problems all my life. When I was little, one night after dinner my mom asked me if I was puking up my food. At first I was mad because she had asked me that question but I didn’t know what to say to her. I mean I didn’t actually puke all of it, just some of it, but it’s not what you think. I was just thinking ya know, if I didn’t eat so much bad stuff then maybe I would loose some of this excess weight. All my life I have tried to loose weight. I’ve gone to nutriologists who made special diets depending on what I liked to eat, I went to doctors who told me the problem was my slow metabolism, I tried gyms and special workouts to loose weight fast, and I even once tried these “super pills” that “burned up your fat in only a month”. They never worked; the only thing I got from them was a “super” headache.

I´v given up all of that now. I gave up my dreams of becoming one of those super skinny, super hot, awesome body popular girls. Boys never looked at me, less even now. The only looks I get are those that look me up and down as if I were an animal, and those looks hurt. The thing that hurt me the most was when I realized I would never meet my true love. I used to dream about him, my perfect guy, how he would give me my first kiss, how he would hold me and how he would look at me with those loving eyes, regardless of my appearance. My first kiss was in our graduation party (yeah! I was that old) but it was only because this guy Timmy dared his best buddy Tom to kiss me, in front of his girlfriend. So he did and he got $100, and he probably got his girlfriend back at the end of the day. But common, was it that bad to kiss me?

I’m 34 now, and I’m broke. I’m broke because no one will give me a job, partly because I didn’t go to college (I couldn’t face the pressure) and partly because they don’t appreciate the sight of my gross body.

I’m feeling sorta week right now. It must be that horrible fried chicken I practically stuffed in my mouth last night because it is all I can afford. I can't believe this. It’s getting harder and harder to get up the stairs to my humble flat each time. I can’t even do simple things like eating my burger or reading the newspaper without falling asleep. Maybe I will move to Huston Texas, the fattest city in America and I will not be criticized. Maybe I will even find my better half. But I won’t be too positive about that because as some very wise guy I read today on the newspaper said “love is like magic, although magic can sometimes be an illusion”, and I’ve never been in love so what can I know? Oh and one more thing: I look like a WHALE! So I don’t think may looks will be coming my way. But hey,even a girl with a weird name (like Keith) can dream right?

Yr 10/Monologue/JK

My Story

Hello, most of you might not know of me, this is because I happen to be an ordinary person, just another person who accomplishes its daily routine at work.

I happen to be here to tell you my story, they took me out of work at 7am and dragged me all the way here because Mr. Simon said that my complaint better be terribly good. Ready to hear my version? Ok then, here we go…

It happened three days ago, 21 Jan 2007, I was at my office getting ready for field work and suddenly an urgent call came in, John was shot, apparently local gangsters shot him down. I ran out to the parking lot with the mug of coffee in hand and dragging my jacket as if it were a broom of some kind. I firmly took the keys, left the cup and began trying to put my jacket on as I ran towards the car.

I quickly left the parking lot towards the Bronx. New York is one of the world cities with most traffic; I could barely pass with my entire siren thing going on. That fat guy in front of me was actually sleeping, he didn’t move aside, it took him about 30 seconds to wake up from the noise of my siren and move aside, GOD!

I finally reached the hostile area, there were three other units and an ambulance taking John away to the nearest hospital, there was five of us and only two of them left, they naturally began running away, I chased them, only I ran after them. The four other fatsos couldn’t run they were so fat that their legs were actually one eighth the size of their body; well at least they could shoot!

Those guys knew the neighborhood better than I did so they got away. I (fully depleted) return to were those other “cops” were and asked them, “Why the hell did you not run after them?!” “Oh, it’s because my doctor said that my cholesterol was way too high, so if I did a lot of effort I would probably have a heart attack.” Well, maybe that was because “little” Robert couldn’t resist devouring Mac Donald’s almost every day. You should see inside their cars, the back seats only have empty boxes of Krispy Kreme doughnuts, Mac Donald’s and gallons of “Diet” Coke.

The cumbersome corpulence of these guys really affects me, I cannot patrol the streets correctly knowing that my only support is a bunch overblown “cops”. Just seeing them makes me feel completely sick, it looks as if their whole life is based on food, they can barely pass the physical test and have been given several warnings about their magnitude. Come on, I mean can at least someone give me a slim partner?

The obesity of these guys is simply a nuisance that’s why I have been complaining the whole time until finally you guys decide to listen to what my complaint is about, take me out of my “daily” routine and make me sit in front of you to tell you the whole story of why I want you to get me a new partner or get me into SWAT, because I simply can’t work like this, I just can’t. So if you would be very kind by putting my name in the list of those who want to take the exam for SWAT. Now, am I able to go? I gotta go catch the guys who laugh at the police department for recruiting fat policemen to go and arrest them. Thank you lieutenant…

GCSE/REVISION-essays/GRIMSHAW

CRIB SHEET GCSE ENGLISH LANGUAGE
Extended. Sentence collocations that you should be using in the examination.

• This conveys…
• The style is indicative of…
• Evidently….
• Primarily the text focuses on…
• In addition to...
• Exposing metaphorical facets of the text is simple…
• In drawing our attention to…. The writer evokes a feeling of….
• By looking closely at…
• Despite the fact that…
• It´s possible to deem from the text/article/adj/Adverb use/Word choice
• A sense of… ……is projected through…. …..
• An effective use of…
• It highlights that….
• They appeal to the senses…
• Given the nature of… one would expect..
• It creates a … atmosphere/ambience by…
• By analyzing…
• The fact that the… reinforces…
• Conveys/ portrays/ shows/ illustrates/ highlights/ demonstrates/ implies/ indicates/ suggest/ expresses/ depicts/ reveals/ evokes/ provokes/ invokes/denotes/outlines
• Try these in past tense.
• The effect of…
• In conclusion…
• The overall idea…
• Finally,
• This means…
• Consequently/as a consequence…
• Drawing together all the points…
• Effectively, the piece of text is…
• The final response to…
• TRY ADVERBIALS
• Stylistically/ Structurally/ Narratively/ Lexically/ Figuratively/ Literally/ Visually(only for poems and newspapers)/ exponentially/

“Pontsy words”


• Nevertheless
• Hence
• Therefore
• Moreover
• Albeit


• Plethora
• Abundance
• Paucity
• Several
• Smattering

All/Competition/Grimshaw

y8/school description/AG

When I enter the edron I feel a welcoming breeze full of joy and laughter of all the kids leaning while they play.
The edron is like a jungle full of radiant different creatures learning how to survive, to fight, to win.
Kids push each other through the line of the kiosk they are beasts trying to get to their preys, but when they get tired they are like little kittens playing with a ball of string.
They are like little lion cubs learning from their young mother, how to survive in this beastly jungle.
The edron is a wonderful place full of new things to learn and full of magnificent teacher who guide you through the right way. The edron is a place were you will have fun no matter what and you will have very good teachers who guide you through the right track, that is the EDRON

Y11/REVISION-LIT/GRIMSHAW

So Year 11's. A dreadful turn out of zero to the revision session on Unseen papers. Well, I lie, there were two people who came 20 mins late and then didn´t want to stay.

We will run another one next week in the hope that you come along.

Being the nice guy that I am. I will post a couple of revision sites to show you how to improve your essay writing.


Remember I can point you in the direction of an A* but you have to walk there. Happy times!
HERE ARE SOME REVISION SITES ON UNSEEN TO HELP!
file:///E:/lfile:///E:/lesson%20plans/GCSE%20Poetry/poetryunseen.pdfesson%20plans/GCSE%20Poetry/gcseunitPOETRY%20UNSEEN.pdf
http://www.englishbiz.co.uk/downloads/examessayskills.pdf

All Yrs/Recommendations/Grimshaw

Check out Britain's Best sellers. Not surprising to see Harry Potter.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/bestsellers/books/ref=sv_b_3/026-8132759-6970847


My favourite Poet. Check him out:

http://www.geocities.com/soho/8454/eec.htm

Prefer to listen: You might think this is a bit dull. i find it wonderfully relaxing. My poet. Reading his poem:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmqievBMAIQ

WANT SOME INSPIRATION? A Sports Fan?

Two of my favourite things: poetry and sport. This is Des Lynam- a fantastic footy presenter. That's his beautiful face above. Des is reading the famous poem by Rudyard Kipling "If".

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tjuihw2q_Ts

Y8/ descriptve edron/ HL

English

I’m entering to a extraordinary school. I’m tired and we must meet at the top court to sing el hymn national. Then we walk to PSE where we talk about contamination and the problems that the world has. Suddenly the bell goes on and all children pack away and go to their next classes. In my case it was Maths. It is very boring but you learn lots of things like equations graphs simplify factorise and so on. I mused go to the ugly, smelly and rusty bathroom where every 5 minutes people flush water down.

I learned lots of people like Don German; he is like spring making plants grow all around hem.

Or Miss Heathcote; she is like a rabbit bouncing around the classroom.

And finally Mr Loftus; he is like a power plant giving energy to everyone.

Now it´s break time. This is very important for everyone; it’s like an oasis in the middle of the desert.

But at the end of brake the kiosk ends like the football stadium after the match ends. Trash is every where.

In geography we went to visit the green water at the secluded pond that evades you to look down on its mysterious deepen.

2:30 and it`s time to go home. The end of school is like an African wilderness where all animals run for a bit of water.

Y8/ Description Edron/SP

The break began they ran like furious animals searching for food until they get to the very top, the top court. They ran like beasts, they sweat like pígs. They try to score and catch there prey.

While others like if their were in a race their so excited for the bell to ring. Like cheetah's all runing to the kiosk. They go like a stampede of elephants to the supposing "queu" which is a massive amount of kids wanting to order their food while others are pushing and screaming. At last they get their food and go to the other side to prepare their chipsthey add: maggie, lemon, pepper, chilli etc. 5 mins till the break ends they have to devore all the food. Some order chilaquiles other quesadillas other tortas and beans. The smell is so delicious everyone wants to eat it.

Others dying of bordness in DTN room looking at their diaries switching all the pages till they get to the end trying to fin something interesting to do. Looking how the clock hands every second they till one minute has passed.

Everyone desperated to leave that room full of tension.

Y8/ Description Edron/FP

English

the librery is silent old and with books everywhere. it can be as siletn as an animal looking for his prey

pens and pencils going around the classroomthey are ready to have some fun painting and drawing in the class

in the top court everybody goes to have some fun in the break and in the end they finish sweatingand drinking some water starring at the sun

the pond is very green it has many nature so you can feel you are in the jungle

the kiosk is full of smells everithing you want:

candies

chips

spagetti

burritos

and even lollipops

the barranca HAS AN UGLY SMELL!!! you cant even enjoy plaing because of the bad

smell

the moms corner is small because it is only for moms but all kids at the end of the day play happily and enjoy bthe time when the class finishes

Y8/ descriptve edron/ AL

Sat between yellow walls hearing secrets fron school and beyond. Every break, every time the kiosk queue is full with two scrambled lines pushing from everywhere you like. playing all break, the small court is full of year 8 boys screaming, tackling and laughing. The girls sat at there corner at the kiosk like every day talking of things god doesnt even know. At the barranca all the little kids (pitufines) yelling and playing in the muddy place.

Y9/Direct Speech/AI

I wrote this like two years ago or even more when I had a huge crush on Orlando and I decided to use the piece at the beggining of this year. Don't think I am like crazy or something LOL Please leave me some comments and I hope you enjoy it.

Unexpected Sightings
By: Andrea Mariana Islas 9B

It was something extremely horrible.
She was in front of Kate and such animal , such hideous creature was helping her get up.

"Tha...thanks Kate." Jenny said in an unpleasant tone.

"No problem Rose." Kate answered, convinced she was talking to the right girl.

"But I am not Ro...

"Rose Byrne! Come here right now and stop talking!" Kate demanded inpatient.
"What is going on?" Jenny asked with a fake friendly face.

"I've got a huge problem with Orlando." Right then, Jenny realized the advantage she had on her lifetime enemy. And, by the way, she did look like Rose but not that much.

"What's wrong sweety?" When she said sweety she felt nauseaus but continued. "Come, tell me."

"Orlando caught me flirting with Brad Pitt AND kissing with Tom Cruise and got so mad!" Kate screamed at Jenny like a crazy person."He said he never wanted to see me again! He said I'm too mean!

Kate was as red as a big, fat apple and her giant cheeks weren't helping her at all. Rose was just about to laugh. I order to hide her enourmous smile she hugged Kate (increadibly disgusted) so she wouldn't notice.

"Orly hates me!" She shouted even louder this time. "How could I be so stupid!"

"It will work out fine." Jenny slipped, hoping it would never happen. "Oh, and by the way, where is he?"

Kate pointed vaguely to the right while Jenny fell once more, but now because of the laughter of watching the little dramatic scene that had just taken place. Jenny looked to the right and saw him.

It was a God drinking orangeade. It was an angel fallen from Heaven, it was Orlando Bloom. She walked through the crowd and, when she got to his table, he was gone! She began to look for him when someone placed a hand over her shoulder.
It was officially the happiest moment in her entire life. The best thing ever had just happened. There she was, staring at the most beautiful man on Earth.

Y9/Short Story/AMI

Crash Point

By:Andrea Mariana Islas 9B

Just when she was about to get to shore, she heard it. She felt it coming, she could picture it perfectly. The best wave of the day was waiting for her and it started to build up as she rushed to catch it. The girl loved to surf more than anything in the world and the ocean was the one place she could think clearly. She adored the way the tide whispered to her giving away all the answers she needed.

The day was coming to an end and all the peace was interrupted by the one person she could not stand. Thinking there was no one near, that the wave was all hers, she smiled. But when she looked around, it was almost impossible not to see him. He was so handsome and yet, Jenny hated him. Always so proud and in his “search for adrenaline”. She didn’t understand why everyone liked him when he was so avarage for her. Blue eyes and blonde hair, big deal! That did not give Colin the right to be so... horrible!

A long time ago, he had had a crush on her best friend and she helped him to catch her friend's eye. The romance lasted about a month and Jenny and Christine promised to hate him forever. He cheated on her.

Jenny went inside the wave’s tunnel and so did he. She shot him an enraged look while he gave her a mocking one.

"Watch it J!" He shouted as he got nearer and nearer.
"Get out of my wave!" She screamed back. "Now!"
"You go down and I go up! Got it?"
"You wish stupi..." She began to say.

And they crashed. Both of them swallowed like a 100 litres and spinned underwater until the beauty was gone. The 15 year olds swam back to shore, to that paralel universe that was awsome, but never as great as the one they spent the most time at, the ocean. An entire world so different they would rather not be living in. When they gave their first steps on the warm sand she pushed him.

"What is your problem?" Colin asked with that annoying expression on his face he used so often.
"You!" She replied angrily. "You are my problem! Can’t you just disappear?"
"Hey! You are the one who gets in my way all the time."
"Get lost, all right?" She said even more angry than before. "Stay away from me!"

She ran home and placed her flowered board next to her flowered bed in her flowered bedroom. All flowers made everybody else dizzy exept for her. The Hawaiian flower was one of her favourite things in the world and it made her remember home wherever she had to leave. Living there was the one thing she was more grateful for because Kona, Hawaii was a paradise. Just as she was the only one able to stand all the flowers, she was the only one who had never been in love and only fancied the waves. She didn’t believe in love. Why bother? or Where can I throw up? she thought whenever something romantic was brought up. Her mother had left her father and her a long time ago and she'd watched her dad suffer. She'd also been there for Christine when she cried every night for terrible Colin. She had sworn to herself to never fall for anyone and she'd been running away from boys since she was 11. She was gorgeous but she'd rather be ugly so no guy could ever approach her. Or so she thought.

"Try to rest!"She said to herself. "Tomorrow is your big day." Saying that made no difference and that night she didn’t sleep enough, it normaly happened when she was very exited about something. Jenny was determined to beat him this time.

"Who’s the best?" Colin had said the year before. "I’m sure is not you!"

During the few hours she slept, she dreamed with the competition and getting a perfect score on each move. But there was someone with her and she didn’t like it. There he was laying on the sand. For some reason his skin was blue and she was screaming like crazy. Then there was this weird alarm.
She woke up with the sound of the flowered clock on the shelf. After turning it off, she put on her best fitting bikini and her pink shirt, shorts and flip-flops. A nice ponytale and her lucky anklet gave the final touch and now she was ready. She hugged her dad for more luck and ran out the door.

When she arrived to the beach it was already full of reporters, photographers, competitors and fans. When she stepped into the “runway” formed between the tents, they all turned to look at her to get at least a glance. Being a superstar was not easy and a legend as herself had dozens of photos taken and time-waster interviews to give. She tried to make it quick without blocking the feeling of power and started to warm up. Everything was going perfect until he showed up. Ruining the day again: Colin! Girls screamed desperate to see him and wanting to touch his hand. Then Jenny heard a reporter say that they were all wishing for a first place again and remind the audience that she got a second place the year before.

"Dont let it get to you." She thought, trying to focus on the ocean which was already starting to whispper.

"Welcome to the XXXVI Hawaiian surfing tournament. We are expecting great waves today and even better tricks on this final! All competitors please present at the yellow tents. Now lets all thank this year’s sponsors Adidas and Vodafone!!!"

The waiting seemed endless and watching the other’s tricks and wondering if yours were going to be as amazing was plain torture. Nothing was worse than being one of the last persons to participate and this year she was second last. The last one was the horrible person so she wasn’t as nervous as she would have been if he had came before her.

"Let’s give a warm welcome to Jennifer Peynetti!!!!"

That was it, the moment of truth was there and the waves called to her like gold to a pirate or flowers to her room. She got far enough to catch the best ones and waited for about a minute. Then, she felt it coming and prepeared herself for the experience. It all lasted 4 and a half minutes and it was enough for her to leave behind every single boy or girl by far. She gave them all she had to offer and the crowed cheered as soon as she came back from her daily adventure. When the results came in, she was speechless.

"Elements 9.7 and Style 9.9 ladies and gentleman! She just broke her own record and she’s now ahead for more than 6 points!"

There was a rain of flashes from the cameras and the sun seemed brighter and the ocean bluer to her. The satisfaction the shouting and cheering and clapping gave her was overwhelming. Feeling confident turned into nervous again when she realized something bad, very bad.

"He wont win!" She thought. "He cant! I am the best!"

Jenny had always believed that her only love was surfing and she was surprised when she found out it wasn’t like that. In the middle of Colin’s performance a giant wave came from behind and knocked him terribly. The crowd grew silent but didn’t stay like that for long. He was missing.

Her friends liked to describe love as being more than happy to risk your life or giving anything to keep your loved one from danger. They told Jenny that it was when you can’t think of anyone else, including yourself, and when you know your world would come to an end without that special friend or, in this case, enemy.

She ran as fast as her legs aloud her and began to look for him. He wasn’t there. A minute passed until he finally washed up on shore.

"There he is!" Jenny shouted as she ran towards him.

She knelt beside him and helped him to sit down and get the water out of his lungs. When he took his first breath after a long time, his head fell flat on her knees.

"Don’t worry" He managed to say. "By the way, you look cute when you are worried."

"Shut up" She said with a smile and kissed him.

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Mr G/Monologue.Teachers/Y10

Mrs Devonshire sits alone in the staff room. She drinks a well earned cup of tea on a free period. She’s not used to having a free period. They normally work her like a plough. She likes to churn, it’s her way of making a difference.

Mrs Devonshire is 67. She has taught for 32 years. She tried going by her real name: Margaret, but it has never really sat well. She wishes Terrence, her husband would call her Mrs Devonshire but it has never really sat well with him.

Today, Mrs Devonshire has been conscripted to Our Lady of the Mount RC School to defend the literary realm against the invasion of Set 4 year 9, Set 2 Year 10 and set 3 year 7. She often forgets that the 7 is not their age but when you are 67 numbers are considered in terms of what’s left not what you have accumulated.

Mrs Devonshire looks at the wrinkles on her hands and remembers. She holds her tea affectionately, as though it’s a cure for an illness. ‘Supply’ is an important word she thought.

I said to Terrence this morning, ‘Don’t worry Terrence, they’re Catholics, they go to church, read the Catechism and aspire to wearing white.’

Terrence: he’s such a funny one, he just looked at me from over the top of the headline ‘School boy stabbed to death’. Yes, Mrs Devonshire, he poo pooed... whatever you say but those azaleas won’t plant themselves.

I assured him, that unless he was thinking of planting a money tree out there with his Civil Service pension then it would be ill advised for me not to go and work. It’s funny that... he thinks everything is so simple, that’s his problem I said, ‘Listen you may want to stay home and unleash ‘Gardener’s Weekly’s’ top tips but I don’t want to just wither incarcerated.’

I even used an allusion to that advert: ‘I can make a difference, I said.’

From a mouthful of toast and Bovril came some trite retort about working for forty years- but by that time I already had my glasses case entrenched in my purse and my copy of Doestoevsky and I was out the door with a spring in my hop.

It’s hilarious really.

I was wrong about them being Catholics. We had to say a prayer this morning (School policy). One young scamp who had a disposition of dirty underwear piped up and said. ‘Miss, do you believe in God.’ I told him that I thought it was important to believe in something. He asked me if I watched ‘The Bill’ last night he said that there was a gay that got ‘twatted.’ I politely requested that he not use pejorative terms. He protested that teachers always use words that nobody understands.

A young girl with pretty eyes then asked me how old I was. I said it was impolite to ask a lady’s age. She said that her Grandma was 46 and that I looked greyer than her. There was a titter around the room but I held my head high and said that her grandma may not be wise enough to have silver shading. The girl snarled and told me that the silver meant I was going to die soon, so, I asked her to leave the room and pray for enlightenment.

Later I heard she evacuated the school claiming that she ‘Couldn’t be bothered listening to an ‘Old bat.’ And that, ‘ I freaked her out with my freaky eyes and glasses that only had half lenses becuase I couldn’t afford to buy whole ones.

Thankfully, the Year 10 lesson passed without major incident. They were working on the power of advertisement. They had to design advertisements to sell a product of their choice. There were some quite splendid designs although David Tylson, a boy with some difficulties (I was told at the beginning of the day) produced a rather conceptual drawing of male contraception. With the the slogan of: ‘Let’s get Rubbery!’ I congratulated him on his catchy style but suggested that he may get in some trouble with the headmaster with that particular design. He assured me that it was the headmaster’s head that he was using as inspiration.

Year 7 were a bit more of a challenge after break. There was a great deal of chatter going on in the classroom. I quoted Nietzche saying ‘talking about oneself can be a means to conceal oneself.’ One boy, when I asked him to relinquish his name said that he was called, Wendy, much to the amusement of his peers.

I blame the parents. (Ensconced in a conversation with Terrence) I said, It’s the parents. A lot of them don’t read to their children. Although Terrence has never been one for the for the flourished incarnation of literature, he did nod in agreement, although he claimed that drugs and sex were to blame. He’s such a sensationalist. He has never really recovered from the girl from No. 24 telling him to ‘fuck off’ after he told her that he was going to shoot her terrier if it piddled on his Petunias once more. He is funny like that... and very protective of his garden.

Period 3, Mrs. Turnstal (the Head English) came and inquired as to how the day was going. I said that there was a lack of resources and that I couldn’t find a dictionary in the classroom. She quipped that the hairdressing class weren’t making dictionaries this week but the GCSE class are writing letters of complaint so maybe I could suggest that they write to the Head who as she put it: had the budget as tight as the pope’s underpants. I was a little aghast at her comment and wondered whether she went to the same church as Georgina, my Catholic friend. She’d be quite appalled. She regards the pope as quite a figure. She had German parents.

Still I was quite pleased that she offered me her Rye bread sandwich at lunch time. I’d forgotten my salad because Terrence got me in a tiz. The staff are very pleasant really. They were unsurprised about the usurping of Jane Hatfield from my registration class. Mr. Larson said he taught her mother. She was pregnant by sixteen and he reflected that he should have inserted more Bronte on the course to numb her hormones.

I’m glad I have a free straight after lunch. It gives me a chance to regroup. The Year 9 will be studying ‘Lord of the Flies’ this afternoon and I am told that there aren’t enough books to go around. Trapped on an island with a shortage of books and some tribal children. I will need to employ a strategy. Mrs Turnstal assured me that I could send any ‘of the little bastards’ to her class if they ‘played up’ I said I was sure that they would be fine but I thanked her for her support. She finished her Rye sandwich and marched with vigour in her eye to the head’s office. She claimed that he should try some teaching before announcing the third after school meeting this week. She was abounding with energy. I just had to admire her.

I hope Terrence got a nice bottle of chardonnay for supper. I could quite manage a tipple with a little Farmhouse cheddar. As D.H. Lawrence once said: ‘I will sit and wait for the bell.’

I hope this helps Y10 Good luck with yours. ed