Welcome to my blog! For reading, we read another junior journal which is called Monday Morning. Its about a guy who is a teacher, and he struggles to wake up on Monday and accidently breaks a window. Despite all the worries, he still comes to school happy and cheerful. Here is a diary entry I made from the neighbours POV. I made it in Google Docs but I have to copy paste it in my blog.
WALT: Respond to narratives by using evidence from the text to understand characters, events, language, ideas and themes.
Crash! What was that? I looked around in time to see our neighbour, Mr Millar, breaking our window with our ball. The ball that got signed by Ronaldinho, R9, Ibrahimovic and other famous football players. I was furious. Even though my parents are nice, and will believe me when I tell them that the neighbour has crashed our window, they will not be happy about the window. I mean, WHICH GODDAMN, FREAKING, FLIPPING, ADULT LUNATIC DO THAT?!?!?!? What really ticked me off was that GUY was a literal teacher. A TEACHER. Really. I knew he was a teacher because he once – smugly – said to me he was a teacher. He also said to me: “So that means you gotta respect me now, kids!” If he thinks WE are gonna respect that freak now, he got another thought coming. Jeez, I can actually aim it correctly and IM 10. Oh, look at that scaredy-cat, running away, so the blame goes on us. I nearly –nearly- shout at him to say:” IF YOU THINK YOU CAN RUN AWAY, THEN YOUR IN BIGGER RISK OF MY DAD HITTING YOUR AHHHHHH.” I didn’t say the bad word because my dad doesn’t approve of me to say these stuff. That damn teacher better say sorry, because he is a teacher, and he is the one who goes around telling kids to behave and have etiquette blah blah blah. My brother comes up to me while I am still glaring at that creep teacher, silently sending curses. He shakes his head and says:” And these are the grown ups who tell us to behave!”
Dead right, Freddy.