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Today, Michel Pryor came in to talk to us about writing and different writing techniques. He was an interesting man, wearing a green blazer and green shoes. He had a mechinical brooch on his lapel. Some of the activities we did with him were :
5 minutes of solid writing, while adding in random words he chose:
Stop. I had to stop. I was so tired, I had to sit down. I had been walking for hours in the immense heat. I could see the house in the distance, shaped strangely like a cabbage. Odd, I thought. I jogged unwillingly, wishing it was cold like winter not hot like the desert. The house was mysterious as I approached the front gate. I opened it and saw the note from Danny resting against the a small rock. I didn't have much time. I slipped around the back but heard something coming from inside. I grabbed an old bicycle and rode as fast as I could. What a waste of time.
Drawing a street and then coming up with a story:
I'm standing in the middle of the crossroads. I can hear the faint shouting and laughing from the school behind me. I can feel the sun on my face. I start to walk along the main street, past the Police Station and the Butchery, where I see Mr Peters having a cigarette. He puts it behind his back and smiles, and I pretend I didn't see it and smile back. I can smell the fresh bread from the bakery and it draws me closer, until I am right inside the shop. I buy a roll and fell the soft fluffy bread as I bite into it. Then I keep walking. I notice Mrs Anderson outside the hardware store, in her old work boots and flannelette shirt, picking out a new hammer and some nails. I smile and wave at her and she returns the gesture. I trip over a rock on the side walk and fall, scraping my hands against the gravel. I get up quickly and check that no-one saw me. I look towards the beautician and see Mrs Laury and Mrs Green gossiping away, so I cross the road, so I am out of their view. I enter the chemist and it occurs to me that when I look back along the street, it will be busy with families picking there kids up from school and stopping for coffees and ice-cream and I better get a move on before anyone sees me.
A piece about Micheal:
Day 2, Mulberry Hill, Seawinds and Mcrea Beach.
Today we went to Mulberry Hill to get some inspiration from the house of Joan Lindsey. We then went to Seawinds, where we wrote a short piece from the point of view of an Aboriginal Person.
Aboriginal Piece:
After that we went to the beach and wrote some Haikus. My Haikus:
Day 3, Simmone Howell.
Today, Simmone Howell came in and we did some cool activities with her.
Self Portraits: List Poems: Short Story: "I am" Poem:
Day 4, State Library, Degraves Street, Federation Square.
Today we went into the City and to the State Library.
Day 1, Micheal Pryor
.Today, Michel Pryor came in to talk to us about writing and different writing techniques. He was an interesting man, wearing a green blazer and green shoes. He had a mechinical brooch on his lapel. Some of the activities we did with him were :
5 minutes of solid writing, while adding in random words he chose:
Stop. I had to stop. I was so tired, I had to sit down. I had been walking for hours in the immense heat. I could see the house in the distance, shaped strangely like a cabbage. Odd, I thought. I jogged unwillingly, wishing it was cold like winter not hot like the desert. The house was mysterious as I approached the front gate. I opened it and saw the note from Danny resting against the a small rock. I didn't have much time. I slipped around the back but heard something coming from inside. I grabbed an old bicycle and rode as fast as I could. What a waste of time.
Drawing a street and then coming up with a story:
I'm standing in the middle of the crossroads. I can hear the faint shouting and laughing from the school behind me. I can feel the sun on my face. I start to walk along the main street, past the Police Station and the Butchery, where I see Mr Peters having a cigarette. He puts it behind his back and smiles, and I pretend I didn't see it and smile back. I can smell the fresh bread from the bakery and it draws me closer, until I am right inside the shop. I buy a roll and fell the soft fluffy bread as I bite into it. Then I keep walking. I notice Mrs Anderson outside the hardware store, in her old work boots and flannelette shirt, picking out a new hammer and some nails. I smile and wave at her and she returns the gesture. I trip over a rock on the side walk and fall, scraping my hands against the gravel. I get up quickly and check that no-one saw me. I look towards the beautician and see Mrs Laury and Mrs Green gossiping away, so I cross the road, so I am out of their view. I enter the chemist and it occurs to me that when I look back along the street, it will be busy with families picking there kids up from school and stopping for coffees and ice-cream and I better get a move on before anyone sees me.
A piece about Micheal:
Day 2, Mulberry Hill, Seawinds and Mcrea Beach.
Today we went to Mulberry Hill to get some inspiration from the house of Joan Lindsey. We then went to Seawinds, where we wrote a short piece from the point of view of an Aboriginal Person.
Aboriginal Piece:
After that we went to the beach and wrote some Haikus.
My Haikus:
Day 3, Simmone Howell.
Today, Simmone Howell came in and we did some cool activities with her.
Self Portraits:
List Poems:
Short Story:
"I am" Poem:
Day 4, State Library, Degraves Street, Federation Square.
Today we went into the City and to the State Library.
Statues Poem:
Library Reflection:
People Interaction Poem: