Devotions Bible Assesment

In class, we're learning to use research materials to take notes and form a good response to a question based on that topic. Here is how we're assessed on it in class. Toodles.

WALT: study the bible to gain an understanding that we all need  God's help, mercy, love and we are all called us to forgive others.

 

The Bible records many stories about "forgiving". The Lord Jesus also taught us like this: when we forgive men when they sin against us, our heavenly father will also forgive us. However, it's hard to forgive from our hearts. With God’s help you can forgive. 

 

Your assignment is to research "forgiving", in the bible and share what you learned. You will need to use reference material such as biblegateway.com or search engines to locate stories of forgiveness in the Bible.

 

Begin by brainstorming possible topics and bible references

 

Create your own framework to record bible references you will read, key events within it and your thoughts. In week 8 you will use this to write what you learned from the bible about forgiveness. 

How did I go ⚫   ✅    ✅✅     ✅✅✅	My self-assessment
I can use reference material to locate starting points (bible stories) relevant to forgiveness	✅✅✅
I can create a framework to record my key ideas and notes	✅✅
I can read the bible independently	✅✅✅
I can use my notes to write about what I learned about forgiveness	✅✅
Teacher comment

 

 

Fraction Action

 In maths, we're learning about fractions and how to order them. This sheet is an example and how I solved it. Toodles.

Hot🔥Task

In class, we wrote an ending to the story Thirst by Paul Mason. This was my ending and I tried to convey the emotions Ryder and his dad were feeling. Toodles.

Ryder ran deeper into the forest, his father’s furious voice echoing through the dead branches. Dusk drew closer and birds cawed in the distance. Ryder stopped, his chest heaving heavily while his lungs gasped for air. He didn’t regret stealing the water. His sister was able to shower and he was able to quench his sickening thirst. Ryder hooked his hand onto a branch and lifted himself up. The more he climbed, the more tranquil the world went. Reaching the top, Ryder looked out onto the horizon and saw the sun tuck itself away. His clothes were no longer dirty and his lips were no longer dry. He had a feeling in him he hadn’t felt in a while. Serenity. He loved it.

Dad stalked through the forest as the last ray of sunshine retreated. “Ryder,” he shouts, his voice rumbling through the deserted forest. The branches crunched under dad’s heavy stomps while his hands were fisted at his sides. Dad’s patience grew thinner. “Ryder,” he shouted again. My son, a thief he thought. How could this happen? Dad knew that water was scarce. He blamed it on himself. How could he let his family come to this? Struggling to live, getting by just barely. Thieving. He knew that in desperate times came desperate measures, but he was supposed to care for his family and make sure they didn’t come to this. He had failed them. His shoulders slumped in dejection and his hands fell loose at his sides. “Ryder,” he mumbled weakly. His son had been brave enough to do what he hadn’t been able to. Dad needed to tell him that.

Ryder listened closely from above. The crunch of parched leaves started to near. His dad was coming. What would he say? Would he be disappointed in him? Ryder didn’t know. “Ryder,” his dad called weakly. “Please come out son,” he said. Ryder heard the defeat in his voice. He hopped down the tree branches and landed in front of his dad. He saw that his shoulders were slumped and his eyes were shadowed with sorrow. “Yes dad,” Ryder answered. His father looked up at him. “I’m proud of you son,” he whispered. 

Out of all the scenarios Ryder had thought of, he had never thought that his dad would be proud. He was expecting a scolding and discipline, but not pride. “You did what you needed to. You helped out when I had failed and for that, I’m proud of you.” Ryder’s eyes widened. He heard defeat and the feeling of failure in his father's voice. “You didn’t fail us, dad,” Ryder comforted in a soft voice. “Even though our water was depleting, you’ve done more for our family than you think.” His dad looked at his son with surprise and hope. Hope that what his son was saying was true. “You give us a roof over our heads, a bed to sleep in, clothes to wear and food to eat!” Ryder reassured. He saw a smile start to form on his father's face. “You’re amazing, dad,” Ryder finished off. A full-blown smile appeared on his dad’s face and he saw that twinkle of happiness in his eyes he hadn’t seen in a while. “Thank you, son,” his father replied. “Thank you for providing when I couldn’t.”

Ryder started to think he had gotten away with it. Then, his father knocked those hopes out of the park. “But, that doesn’t mean you can steal,” he scolded. “I know dad,” Ryder replied. “This is the first and last time you will steal water. This is the last time you will need to steal water.” Ryder’s hopes started to soar. “Your mother and I just got a job promotion. This job pays a lot more than the last one and we’ll never have to worry about water again.” Now they were both grinning like fools. Ryder didn’t have to fret anymore. They were going to be okay. “Let’s go home now son,” his father said as he started to walk home. Ryder trailed after him, excitement coursing through him for what was to come.

Desperate Boy STEALS Water During Drought

Desperate times call for desperate measures but does this make stealing right? A young boy, Ryder, is living in a town that is suffering extreme water loss. His parents are too poor to afford water and him and his little sister are on the verge of dehydration. Their clothes are dirty, their lips are chapped and they haven't had a shower in a while. His neighbour's tank is overflowing with water and the valve is unlocked. Ryder steals it. Was he right or wrong? This is a run down of the story below. Basically, a narrative plot planner. Toodles.

Show Feelings. Don't Tell

Writing is my favourite subject. The ability to create worlds and to whisk readers away to another place. It's mind-blowing. Anyways, in class, we've been taught how to show feelings in writing, not tell. Instead of 'he was terrified' you can try 'his palms started to sweat and his heart thundered in his chest'. When you do this, you make an emotional connection with the reader making the story 10X better! Here's a story that I wrote, using the 'show not tell' ethic. I used another story, basing the plot off of that one. Toodles. 

  The Rip                                          

There were two brothers who were not at all alike; they were different in every way. The younger brother was always safe inside, reading, escaping this world, while the older brother was always on a new adventure. Snorkelling and diving, swimming and bombing, exploring caves, pretending to search for hidden treasures with his friends. On the rare days James would leave the house to sit on the sand, Jack would chide, “Come on you chicken. It’s only waves.” James would shake his head and retreat back into the safety and comfort of their house. Due to their differences, James and Jack fought endlessly. One day, their fighting and bickering helped repair their relationship.

One morning their mother got angry with them. “ Like a cat and a mouse! Out you go together,” she said, “and try to be nice to each other just for once. “Why did I have to spend time with you?” Jack grumbled. “I didn’t want to come. I would rather be inside.” James mumbled. “You’re such a baby!” Jack left him and went to the edge of the sea.  “Hey! Come here!” he yelled a little while later. Gingerly, James walked over to meet him. “Look how big the waves are! Let’s go out there.” James froze in place. “N-no, you mustn’t,” he said, imagining all the horrible things it could lead to… “Ah! You’re lame,” said Jack as he ran out into the water and dived under the waves.                               

James watched his brother swim further out, fear gripped his heart. He had reached the big waves now. Big, towering waves. They could easily shove him underneath, hurting him. Then, James saw it. A rip. A strong current, luring his brother out to the endless, merciless sea. Jack shouted and screamed, captured in the iron grip of the rip. James' palms started to sweat and his heart pounded in his chest, louder than drums. He had to follow him, had to try and save him. So, with a final glance back at the beach, James sprinted into the water, diving down, down under the waves.

Cold. So cold. The water was freezing! But James had to focus on the panicked screams of his brother. Even though his mind shouted desperately at him to turn around, and get back to shore where it was safe, he continued on. James came up to the surface, gasping for air. Then he dove back under. Nearly there. He was nearly to his brother. The terrified howls of Jack started to get clearer and clearer as James neared him. The anticipation of it made his arms move faster and his legs kick harder. He came up once more and saw him. Jack. Relief washed over them like the waves they were in. James swam to him and wrapped his arms around his older brother. He was fine. “Hey mate,” a voice called from behind the two brothers. “Did you need a lift?” They opened their eyes and saw a guy on a surfboard reaching out to them. They both frantically climbed on the board and away they went. 

“I’m sorry for trying to get you to come out to see the waves with me when you clearly didn’t want to,” Jack apologized. Jack and James were walking back up the beach and to their home. James looked over at his brother and nodded his head. “I forgive you. I’m sorry for always trying to get you to stay inside,” James replied. His brother turned to him and then embraced him in a hug. “I forgive you. Thank you for saving me.” James wrapped his arms around Jack and they both promised to compromise with each other. They walked away feeling lighter; a weight no longer on their shoulders.

“Why you boys are quiet for once,” their mother pointed out when James and Jack finally arrived home. They shared a smile and looked at each other. Smiles brighter than the rising sun and eyes twinkling like the stars, James replied, “The cat and the mouse forgave each other, mum.”

Reciprocal Reading: Helping Us Understand What We're Reading

When you're reading an important piece of text, do you really understand it? Do you remember the percentages, the facts or the main idea of the text? Reciprocal reading can help with that. In class, we're learning how to reciprocal read. Practising our skills on the text, Testing The Water helped me learn more and understand our local aquatic life better. It helped me learn more about macroinvertebrates (small animals with no backbone but are large enough to be seen without a microscope), how healthy our water is and how we can keep our rivers and creeks in great condition. This is something I made on reciprocal reading and Testing The Rivers. Toodles.

The Wonders Of water

 Water is something all living things need to survive. In science, we are revising the cycle water goes through. Evaporation, condensation and then precipitation. Filling out the boxes with information was fast and easy but hopefully, in the near future, I'll start to find out more things about water. 

My Cold 🧊 Task

Writing is amazing. The ability to construct an entire world with worlds is mind-blowing. In class, we were to write a narrative on anything. I decided to base my story on Addie Katz, the daughter of the prime minister in my story.  She has a bit of social anxiety but has been tasked with doing a welcome speech for the prime minister. Does she do it or does she chicken out? Read to find out.

The teacher was cut off by the bell, signalling assembly, a special assembly with an esteemed guest.

Everyone got up and started hurrying to the hall, except for me. I took my time packing my stuff and when

I had finished, and I finally got up to leave. “Addie, could you stay back for a minute,” Miss Green asked

kindly. I nodded my head and made my way to her polished oak desk. “I need one of my students to do a

speech in the assembly.” I nodded in understanding. “Did you want me to choose someone,” I asked meekly.

“No thank you, Addie,” she responded. “But, I do need you to do it. You will be doing a speech for our

school during assembly.”

No. This can’t be happening. The words echoed in my mind, replaying like a broken record. “You will

be doing a speech for our school during assembly.” But I couldn’t do it. This was supposed to be an honour

considering who was visiting. The prime minister. She was doing a trip around America, visiting the schools

I supposed. I nodded my head, agreeing even though everything in my being was yelling at me not to. This

speech was going to be a nightmare! I never speak up or raise my voice. Ever. Imagine, me, Addie Katz,

doing a welcome speech for the person who runs our country. Just the thought of it is terrifying! Terrifying

enough to want to back out, to run for the hills. The mere idea of quitting is impossible though because the

prime minister is my mother.

I walked to the hall anxiously anticipating what I could do. Maybe I could not go; ditch the entire thing.

Then I think of the scolding I would get when I come home. The hall was getting closer as I could hear the

bustling of students, eagerly waiting for the arrival of prime minister Josephine Katz. Some were excitedly

counting down the seconds til mother arrived; others, me and probably only me, were counting down the

minutes till mother would leave. As I arrived at the hall, I crossed through the doorway and saw everyone,

save for Mrs Katz, sitting in neat rows of chairs. Hundreds of kids, hundreds of eyes, and they would all be

on me. 

A sleek, black limo approached the school gates. The prime minister was here. Stepping out onto the

pavement, Mrs Katz was looking superior in a navy blue suit. Sunglasses shading her eyes, eyes that I

inherited, Mrs Katz strutted up to the hall, two bulky bodyguards flanking her. She walked with pride and

confidence, making even that look regal. Her presence in the hall silenced the chattering students and I

started to make my way to the stage.

Each step made my heart pound, pounding louder than drums. Every eye was on me, monitoring my every

move. I could feel her gaze burning at the back of my head, looking for any wrong moves. Stepping up on

the stage, I walked to the podium. Everyone in this hall was watching me. Hundreds of eyes, but only one

pair mattered. Mother’s. I knew she was watching, seeing if I would taint the family name. But I had to prove

her wrong. Had to show her she was able to be proud of me. So, with my chin held high, I pushed down my

fear and welcomed her to our school. After an hour of speeches and groveling from the teachers to Mrs Katz,

I wished her well on the rest of her excursion around America. Watching mother walk out of the hall, I

caught her eye. She smiled and nodded at me, silently saying “Well done. You’ve made me proud.” I smiled back, feeling unusually accomplished.

So, with this being a cold task, I have a lot to work on. One, shortening my word count and two, more figurative language. Making this was fun, but improving it would be even better.

Our Mystery Shape Investigation

In my opinion, geometry is annoying. That is what we were learning in maths. Geometry. Geometry is the study of shapes and their attributes. If you want to be an architect when you grow up or even a builder, you need to know geometry. In class, my teacher played what am I but with a shape instead. She gave us clues and left us to it. Since I won with the help of my sidekick, Daizaleah, we had to make a sort of sheet on our method. Here it is.

In the end, we were rewarded with chocolate fishies, aka a piece of heaven. If I got a chocolate fishie every time I did well in maths, I might like it more. Toodles.

Informing You Of An Imaginative Plane Crash

 Plane crashes. They're fatal. For work, my teacher decided to set us the task of reporting an imaginative plane crash. My story is set on two lovers: Tristan and Anne. They're flying to the Bahamas when...BOOM! They crash. Enjoy the story.

Hatchet: Is It Worth The Read?

Reading Hatchet made me dwell on the message Gary Paulsen (the author) might be trying to send through his writing. Could he be saying stay safe, or, be thankful? What is his message? I decide to write about what I think the main messages could be. Gary Paulsen is a talented author and, in the opinion of others, Hatchet is a great read. 

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Hatchet Novel Response

Hatchet is a survival and fiction novel written brilliantly by Gary Paulsen. It revolves around a young 13-year-old boy, Brian Robenson. Due to crashing into the Canadian forest, Brian is forced to survive. After reading this book, I noticed a few main messages inside the text. They may not stand out but they’re there. This piece of writing is focusing on one main question: what is the message that Gary Paulsen wants us to see?

In chapter 13, Brian is trying to catch food. He has carved and made a bow and a couple of arrows. Hours pass and he is still empty-handed and hungry. He starts to think about ways to capture the fish with his weapon. Finally, he is successful and happily full. Brian had to be smart and self-reliant to complete his objective. In this chapter, Brian is becoming independent. He has found a way to supply himself with food to prevent starvation. This is a great and meaningful message Gary Paulsen is stating. Independence.

Another message is located in chapter 16 of the book. Brian has sustained a good, functional routine. He has food, shelter, water and warmth; his survival is dependent on all four of these things. Brian is content with how his survival is going, but as the day goes on those circumstances change. First off, Brain is viciously attacked by a moose, injuring his ribs. After trekking back to his shelter, he decides to rest his damaged body so he sleeps. Waking up to the horrendous sound of a tornado, Brain panics. It comes and sweeps away his shelter, and firewood while utterly destroying his camp. But Brian is determined and thinks, is that the best you can do? This shows the determination Brian has. He doesn’t let the problems around him pull him down. This message says to be determined and never give up.

In the end, Hatchet was an amazing read. Gary Paulsen constructs this book in a way that keeps you reading. His messages of not giving up and being independent are not only needed in handling survival, but also in handling real-life situations. Brain Robenson is an amazing and inspiring character: he braves the wilderness, sustains himself while also sending meaningful messages to all readers. So, the answer to our main question (what is the message that Gary Paulsen wants us to see?) isn’t just one answer but many. Be determined, be independent, think positive; all of these can be an answer. The many messages are all motivating and that is what makes them special.

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Reading Hatchet made me see that while books are usually used for recreation, the writing can also be informative and a gateway to inspiration.

Chemistry

In class, we're learning about chemistry and the different aspects of it. Chemistry is the study of atoms, chemicals and other things. I've made a presentation on some of the knowledge and research I've done so far on chemistry.

Report Reflection

 This year has been an eventful one and a stressful one. But, we made it! This is a reflection on my academic year. The ups and downs.

Throughout this year, many amazing events and difficult ones have been thrown at me. Events and activities that I enjoyed were things like technology because I learnt how to cook many different cuisines and deserts. Things that I struggled on though and didn’t really like were activities and tasks like maths and science because of the long lessons and difficult equations. Even though this year has been a hectic one, I’m looking forward to next year and am excited about art classes. In art, I’ll expand my knowledge on it and work on my skills. It excites me to know that I can learn and master art. This year was long and stole a lot of my endurance, but it was worth it.

Palmers Burden

 In class, we are studying a book called 'Wringer' by Jerry Spinelli. I am writing from the third-person perspective of Palmer revealing to his fried Dorothy that he has a pigeon. This piece of writing helps me improve in my showing not telling. Enjoy!

As Palmer paced back and forth in my bedroom he realized that he couldn’t bear the burden of Nipper

alone. Who would I tell? Palmer thought to himself. Dorothy’s sentence echoed in the back of his mind.

Why are you doing this to me? Dorothy Gruzik. The girl he targeted yet the girl he had sat on the swings

with that fateful day 5 years ago. Could I trust her? Should I trust her? I could and I should he silently thought. She wasn’t a target; she was a friend. Realization dawned over him. The sun slowly

set over the horizon and he was too impatient to wait until tomorrow. “I’ll be back soon mum,” he said as

he rushed down the stairs and flew out the door. “Bu-” his mother’s response was cut short as Palmer

shut the door and submerged himself into the last faint glows of sun rays.

He raced across the road and jumped over Dorothy’s prized hopscotch squares that were filled with ridiculous drawings. Palmer stepped up onto the threshold of her house and contemplated his choices. What if she’s still mad, he thought. Finally, mustering the little courage he had left inside of him he rang the doorbell. “Coming,” Dorothy said oblivious to who was standing outside. The oak door opened and her eyes fell on Palmer. Dorothy’s face illuminated with joy at the sight of seeing him. Palmer burst out saying, “I have a pigeon.” His burden was lightened.

My Fictional Narrative

In class, we are learning to write narratives. Of course, I already knew how but being taught again helped me improve my writing. Like, when I grow up, I want to become an author. Without revision, I wouldn't have noticed some key aspects in my and tips in my literature. Hope you enjoy it!

Orientation

Animals ran amuck in the glistening beams of sunshine and the thriving verdure smothered civilizations precious, ruined skyscrapers. The inky, blue sky was bleached behind the polluted, unfriendly clouds that hung limply in its grasp. The lack of bustling people was just as deafening as the animals roars were. The island was intruded with endless, emerald green grass. One lone person wandered around the forsaken earth and was foraging in search of the thing that could banish her solitude. “I’ll find it when pigs fly,” spoke Maline laughing at her own joke.                    

Problem

Movement. Her hazel eyes veered over to the forest where she had heard a faint rustle in the leaves. Her hand glowed with blue hexagons running down her arm. She heard it again. Then, the glowing in her died down. Fearful, Maline walked over slowly in her tattered shoes. She approached the thick, dense bush. Peeping through the luscious, secretive leaves. Nothing. A sigh of relief and disappointment came from Maline as she wandered off to get the key to finding humanity. 

                  

 Complication

Maline arrived at the once-bustling city and hunted for it. A large black vault. As Maline steadily walked towards the vault she thought, how would she open the box that could hold the key to humanity’s freedom? She looked out the shattered window and realized how to open the ‘secure’ vault. She ran over to the box and pushed with all the strength she had left inside of her. The vault fell and crashed with a deafening thump on the cracked pavement. Flying down the stairs to the vault, Maline hurriedly opened it and there it was. A phone. Her arm lit up with blue hexagons once more and the phone powered on. The coordinates of humanity’s prison flashed on the screen. Her face illuminated with excitement.     

                                                                              Conclusion

Then, she heard it- the buzz of a drone. Maline dashed away from the vault with the phone in hand. She hid behind a large marble pillar that was blanketed in vines and damp, thick moss. The colossal drone flew past her hiding place. Relief washed over her. Maline followed the coordinates on the phone to humanity’s prison. Days passed. She had reached her destination. Walking up to the thick, titanium doors Maline placed her hands on them. Electrifying blue hexagons flowed throughout her entire body and her hazel eyes turned an electrifying blue as well. All of her strength and all of her energy was put into this. Slowly but surely, the steel doors started to open. People rushed out and sunlight flooded the darkened room. Maline searched frantically for her family. “Mum! Dad!” Were they even here? She thought, her high hopes diminishing. She stopped in her tracks and looked straight across the crowded room. There they were. Maline jumped into her parent’s arms. Tears of joy flooded down her hot, red cheeks. She was home. 

Brick Goals

This term, I made some new brick goals. Just like the last term, I completed them and I'm so happy that I did. These are my brick goals and why I want to achieve them. Enjoy!

Courage

 Yes. My recent blog posts have been on the topic of courage. That is because our focus in class this term is courage. Earl Nightingale once said, "All you need is the plan, the road map and the courage to press on to your destination." This is an amazing and inspirational quote in my opinion because it tells you to be courageous and always press on to your destination. Even if there are obstacles, you know the way. You've got the plan, you've got the map. Now all you need is courage. That is why I like it. Here is a poster I made featuring this quote. Throughout the making of this poster, I learnt how to layer and contrast different colours. So, I was inspired and I learnt something new. Win, win. Enjoy!

How Jesus Showed Courage In His Lifetime

 In class, we've been reading about the courageous and miracle filled life of Jesus Christ. Everyone needs to be courageous from time to time. Whether it's asking for something you want or gambling, we all need to be courageous. Jesus is a biblical figure that is mainly known for being the main figure in Christianity and for also giving his own life on the cross as the son of God. Jesus is not only the son of God but also an amazing role model in courage. This is what I wrote about. Enjoy!

“But Jesus immediately said to them: ‘Take courage! It is I. Don't be afraid.’ ”-Matthew 14:27. In life, we all

need to be courageous from time to time. Courage helps us face the trials and problems that occur when you

think that you can't push through it anymore. Courageous people push on when they feel like they can't.

An astonishing example of a courageous person is Jesus. Jesus performed many miracles and was like the

sun on a rainy day for thousands of people! You would think that being the son of God meant that he had it

all easy, but no. He didn't. He had to show courage in multiple situations such as: when he was on his death

trial or when he willingly gave up his life on the cross for the people he loved. That took courage. This

piece of writing is regarding all of the times Jesus stood up to religious leaders and showed courage.

In my opinion, the most obvious time when Jesus showed courage was when the high priest’s put Jesus on

trial. Of the few witnesses that they had found, many had false accusations but none of them agreed with the

statements of the others. Finally, the high priest asked Jesus, “Are you the Messiah, the son of the Blessed

One?” Jesus knew that these people wanted to put him to death if he spoke the truth. Even though he had

attained this knowledge he still answered by saying, “I am.” You can learn a lot from Jesus about being

courageous and standing strong on your faith by this one powerful passage. He knew that telling the truth

would cause pain and suffering for him. We can learn from him to always tell the truth for the benefit of

others. Now, dying for others, that’s courageous.

The last time (that I will write about) where Jesus showed is a story about a healing pool and Jesus healing

a man that hadn’t been able to walk for decades! Jesus asked if this man would like to be well. The man

replied by saying, “ Sir, I have no one to put me in the pool and while I am going to get into it myself,

someone else steps down ahead of me" Jesus said to him, “Get up; pick up your pallet and walk.” So, the

man did exactly that. He had regained his ability to walk and his strength had returned! This miracle was

performed on the sabbath day and when the Jewish leaders heard about this miracle they confronted Jesus for healing on the sabbath day. He replied by

saying, “ My father has been working until now and I too am working.” Not only did this statement make

the Jews temptation to kill him burn even more, but they persecuted him because he had called God his

father and equal. He had healed a man and here they were persecuting him! Even though they were irritating

him, Jesus stood his ground firmly. He was courageous for taking the persecution of leaders with respect

and authority. We can learn to take the persecution of others through this passage with the strength and

courage of Jesus Christ.

We can learn many things from Jesus. We can learn to be courageous. We can learn to stand on our faith.

We can learn to trust in God. Jesus is not only the son of God but also an amazing figure and role model in

being courageous. “Courage is not the absence of fear but the triumph over it.”- Nelson Mandela. Will you

be courageous?

What Is Courage

 What is courage? In my opinion, courage is having the ability to push through hard times when you feel like you can't anymore. This is a poster I made to show examples of courage. Enjoy!

My Story Writting Goals

 In class, we are learning to use new sentence types to improve our work. I created a template of my goals and what I need to work on.  Enjoy!

Not Yet Developing Got It

My story flows and I use punctuation for effect:

I have an interesting hook:

I have a good organisation (paragraphs help the reader with the orientation, problem, complication, solution):

I have used, . ?!  correctly within direct speech:

I have short sentences for impact and longer sentences to build detail:

I have used wow words (verbs, adjectives, nouns):

I have figurative language ( simile, metaphor, idiom personification):

I mostly use show not tell:

I have a wide variety of  sentence starters:

I have a 2A, double ly; de; de;  simile; verb, person sentence; 3 ed; emotion word, sentence;

P.C sentence:

I can give, and respond to, peer and teacher feedback to improve my work and my friend’s.

I need to improve on: Giving and responding to, peer and teacher feedback to improve my work and my friend’s.

I mostly use show not tell

I have a wide variety of  sentence starters