Romeo and Juliet

Hi Miss Kelly my homework from last week and this week is in my English book.

Book Summary

At the moment i am reading the book Runaway by Meg Cabot the authour of the Princess Diaries Books.Runaway is the third and final book of the Air Head series.the main character is Emerson Watts is pretty much your average teen girl. She goes to an alternative high school in New York City where she gets somewhat decent grades and is popular among her peers. In the love department Em is nursing a major crush and/or possible relationship and like many teenage relationships go she is often not sure which is the case.

Except there is one thing, that makes her quite exceptional, she happens to have had her brain transplanted into the most popular supermodel in the world Nikki Howard. Em now finds herself drop dead gorgeous and stalked by one of the top corporations on the planet to which she seems to be permanently connected..

In Runaway the third book in the popular Airhead series, Stark Enterprises has become even more evil than anyone once believed possible.  Not content with ruling the world through commercial means, Stark enterprises has more extreme plans that go beyond the stalking of Em and trying to murder Nikki for her attempted blackmail.  Now they seem to be targeting anyone who buys their new product line of cheap laptops.

While trying to keep the real Nikki happy and her family in hiding, Em is trying to find a way to stop Stark Enterprises while still keeping those she loves safe from the company’s founder the  Robert Stark.
Also there is her pretend relationship with Robert’s repulsive son Brandon to keep up for appearance sake. Meanwhile the real love is none other than her darkly handsome once best friend Christopher.

hi miss kelly i have been trying to use the screenr video maker aswell as the other sites but it keeps saying its blocked and i need to contact my network surver. i do have my set of instructions listed in my english book

Why Lacrosse Should be in the olympics:

Field lacrosse was contested as a full medal sport at the 1904 and ‘08 Olympics and was a demonstration sport in 1928, ‘32 and ‘48. Since then, lacrosse has continued to expand. The game requires speed and great skill and some say it is better than hockey. Lacrosse was played in the Olympics and then dropped.

Major reason Lacrosse isn't in the Olympics has to do with the fact the International Lacrosse has only 14 members and no presence at all in South America and Africa. The IOC requires that for a sport to be considered for the Olympics it must have 75 countries over 4 continents as members.

Lacrosse still has a long way to go to being an Olympic sport and being even recognized as an Olympic Sport. In other words it has very little recognition, as only Canada and the USA really play the sport at a high enough level.

Therefore I think that lacrosse should be entered into the future Olympics.

http://www.ilindoor.com/2010/03/18/lacrosse-in-the-olympic-games/
http://www.topendsports.com/events/discontinued/list.htm
http://thearchlevelreport.com/2011/07/22/is-olympic-lacrosse-possible/
http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/vault/article/magazine/MAG1131035/1/index.htm 

Olympic Moment.

The greatest moment in Olympic history was when Bobby Pearce the sculler, stopped for ducks because with an effort that would have been considered impossible from any of his competitors, and even today is hard to believe Pearce chased Savrin after stopping for the duck and its ducklings, caught up with the Frenchmen and then by the time the race was over Pearce had finished almost 30 seconds in front of his challenger. In fact Bobby Pearce's time even with the stop included was the fastest of the remaining eight scullers in that round.  Pearce himself gave only one recorded version of the incident that occurred in his scull against Savrin."I had beaten a German and a Dane in earlier heats and I was racing a Frenchman when I heard wild roars from the crowd along the bank of the canal. I could see some spectators vigorously pointing to something behind me, in my path. I peeked over one shoulder and saw something I didn't like, for a family of ducks in single file was swimming slowly from shore to shore. It's funny now, but it wasn't at the time for I had to lean on my oars and wait for a clear course, and all the while my opponenet was pulling away to a five length lead." 
Not even swimming ducks could halt Bobby Pearce.

Subway entry

Holiday Movie-Louie

3 Day Episode-

What would you call it?
 Broadcasting

 What would you do each day?

Day 1: Learn about the business of broadcasting and what qualifications you need to have.

Day 2: Take a trip to a broadcasting studio. Find out what they do. What kind of audiences the look for. The type of technology that is used. ECT.

Day 3: Go to the broadcasting studio and have a go at being a news reader, DJ, host or a producer for the day by using all the knowledge and facts you have learnt from the previous days.
 

Is there a trip? 

Yes there is a trip to the broadcasting studios for radio (media works- radio) for both day 2 and day 3
 

How much does it cost?

$30 for transport
 

 What independent learning qualities will people develop?

Thinking, wise, creativity

Collaborative Writing- Part 2/4

Where am I? I think to myself. The unfamiliar surroundings leave me stunned almost more likely paralyzed. White bubbled walls seem to give me the feeling of being trapped there is no doors or windows. But there’s this thought that keeps running through my mind. A suicide note sealed in plastic bag with rock inside to keep it from blowing away. Check.A pistol, loaded. Check .A cell phone. Check. An empty backpack. Check. It seems so familiar but a blur all I can remember is a dog. Those striking eyes staring right at me. I try to cry out for help but I can’t speak.  I feel weak. Suddenly there’s a dog. The same dog I remember.

"You asked for help?” She inquired.

Who or what are you? I think to myself

“I’m Ellie. Your guardian.” She informed me.

My guardian? Wait but how does she know what I’m thinking? And how can she speak she’s only a dog? All these questions start filling my mind. I’m puzzled. Lost. How could this be?

“Yes I am your guardian; I made it in time to save you. And by the way I’m not only a dog I’m an angel. This is the form of which us guardians keep ourselves hidden on earth. That is why you have most likely heard the saying a ‘man’s best friend’.”Ellie explained. “Oh and one more thing to answer your troubling question, we guardians are only able to read minds if you can’t speak and we can’t speak on earth because you can. That is why guardians can only speak through a bark to one and another. Unless it is an emergency. Okay well enough questions for now.”

And she was gone. But gone where? What is this place? What does Ellie mean by ‘I made it just in time to save you?

More and more questions keep popping up in my mind mixing with that same thought that’s been keeping me awake. A suicide note sealed in plastic bag with rock inside to keep it from blowing away. Check.A pistol, loaded. Check .A cell phone. Check. An empty backpack. Check.

‘Grrrr’ my stomach keeps roaring, I’m hungry, I’m hungry it keeps crying. Ellie’s back but this time with food. She has been reading my thoughts again. My plates filled with the finest of foods lobster with a helping of vegetables, delicious mash and my favourite chocolate pudding. An old man like me can never miss chocolate pudding and thank you Ellie I think as she watches me gobble down my food.

“Since your finished why don’t you come with me and I will answer all your questions you still have pondering in your mind” Ellie suggested.

Come where? I questioned in my thoughts….. 

continued by Teigan

5 Days, 13 Messages, 1 Voicemail

“Miss, could you please come with me?”

I got up from the uncomfortable plastic chair and followed the officer through the unusually quiet police station. I was sweating and fidgeting like crazy. Okay, I know what I’m going to say. They can’t put me in jail because I can’t remember, right?

He led me into a poorly lit room with another officer and left.

“Hello Miss Haze, I’m detective Collins and I would like to ask you a few questions about Miss Williams. You were close with her right?”

“Yes we’re friends” I mumbled.

“Were.” detective Collins corrected.

I felt a stab of pain go through me. He kept asking questions, every time he mentioned her name my insides felt like they were being squeezed and grinded to a pulp.

“Where were you from 12:30am to 4am on April 1st?”

My whole body stiffened. I fought to keep my voice even while trembling hands betrayed me. “I’m not too sure officer; I had a lot to drink that night.”

He looked suspicious but didn’t press her further.

...

I slammed the door of my new sleek car and finally exhaled. I didn’t even notice I was holding my breath. It’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay. I couldn’t convince myself, I knew I did horribly in the interview but I’m going to be okay. Suddenly I realized something. Dawn isn’t going to be. She’s dead. I couldn’t control it, tears started leaking out of my eyes as I flashed back to 5 days ago when our biggest worry was if our boyfriends texted back or not…how could of this been I think to myself.

“Sweetie what are you doing all alone in that car?” I jumped, and then relaxed when I saw it was just my mum. Dinner was the usual, mum chatting away like she didn’t just see her daughter crying over her dead best friend, and me pretending to listen.

“Excuse me, I’m not too hungry” I mumbled and ran two steps a time up the stairs to my room. I had to call Lola, she’s the only one who would understand. “Damn, where’d I leave the phone?” I said to myself. Must be under the bed. I got down and felt around. I froze; I accidentally grabbed a hold of my cardigan. Slowly, with my quivering hand, I pulled out the blood stained piece of clothing. I have to get rid of this, I panic. They can’t search my house can they? I decided I would throw it in the bins down the street. Tomorrow. Before dawn

“Mum, where’s the phone?” I yelled, charging downstairs. I went to retrieve it with a frustrated sigh.

I listen to the sharp ring.

“Hi, you’ve reached Amanda, I’m currently not available but please leave a message.”

“Hey its Crystal, I left my phone at your house, bring it on Monday? Thanks!”

I hung up the phone and lay in bed, not bothering getting changed or taking a shower. I thought of all the times I’d had with charlotte over the years. I knew where this was going. The familiar knife cutting and twisting in her chest. I didn’t feel like fighting it today. I reached in my nightstand and took the pills out, swallowed two. The calming dizziness and comforting feeling of drifting away…

~

“you’re with the edge and this is Jay jay, Mike and Dom and isn’t it a beautiful morning-” I pulled the plug on my alarm radio. No one should be this happy in the morning. I got up and slowly prepared for school dreading having to deal with the sympathetic looks and hugs.

I jumped when I slammed my locker, Olivia snuck up on me.

“Hey Liv”

“Hey Crystal, I was thinking, do you want to go shopping today?” She smiled like one of those scary clowns you see in horror movies.

“Ugh…sorry I’m really busy with homework but next time defiantly.”

Olivia’s face fell. “Oh…I’m just really sad about Charlotte, you know…”

Damn, how was I supposed to say no to the twin of someone I probably murdered? Trying to sound enthusiastic I said: “You know what? I think I can work something out.”

“Great, see you then.” She beamed. “Oh, and Amanda told me to give you your phone.”

I mumbled thanks and accepted my scrappy looking phone.

The day passed slowly, as if it were teasing me. Every lesson, i would feel that empty seat behind me where Charlotte used to sit.

I got home and charged my phone for the first time in 5 days. 13 new messages and 1 voicemail. I went for the voicemail.
"Hey this is Olivia, I can't make it today because my netball team called an emergency meeting but next time for sure."
This must be my lucky day.

I was just about to run a warm bath when my phone sounded. It was from Amanda, the text read: ‘hey I'm on break, how did the police station go?’

Oh god, how did she find out? Right of course, which else could spread something so personal, no one but Olivia. I decided it would be best to just delete it and pretend it never happened. Then I was about to delete from my trash, thinking ‘mum always looks through my texts’, when I stopped dead. There was a deleted voicemail from Dawn at 1am, the night she was murdered. With shaking hands i was about to press listen, when a uncertain thought crossed my mind. No, I didn’t want to do this, what if it confirmed that I was the one who killed her? How would I live with myself and more importantly, how would I turn myself in?

holiday HW: part 2- photo essay