Passion project

Today there is only three weeks to go until the end of the term and I haven't even started recording my story. But on the bright side I have finished writing my story with 1,857 words and 6 pages. Here is more of the story. P.s this is page 2 of the story.

"Go along," says Jack. "What would I do with grenades?"

"Ah! You don't know what these grenades are," said the man. "If you pull the pin and chuck them out the window then in the morning they blow right up to the sky."

"Really?" said Jack. "You don't say so."

"Yes, that is so. And if it doesn't turn out to be true you can have your rat back."

"Right," says Jack, and hands him over Scabber's halter and pockets the Grenades.

Jack goes back home, and as he hadn't gone very far it wasn't dusk by the time he got to his door.

"Back already, Jack?" said the monster . "I see you haven't got Scabber, so you've sold her. How much did you get for her?"

"You'll never guess, monster," says Jack.

"No, you don't say so. Good boy! Five pounds? Ten? Fifteen? No, it can't be twenty."

"I told you you couldn't guess. What do you say to these grenades? They're magical. pull the pin and chuck them out the window-- "

"What!" says the monster. "Have you been such a fool, such a dolt, such an idiot, as to give away my Scabber, the best milker in the parish, for a set of grenades ? Take that! Take that! Take that! And as for your precious grenades here they go out of the window. And now off with you to bed. Not a sip shall you drink, and not a bit shall you swallow this very night."

Jack and the beanstalk.

At Enrich for my passion project I have started making the storyline for Jack and the beanstalk. I have changed it around so it is different to the normal Jack and the beanstalk.

Here is a snippet of my story:

There was once a poor monster who held a boy named Jack prisoner and a rat named Scabber prisoner. All they had to live on was the milk the rat gave every morning, which Jack carried to the market and sold. But one morning Scabber gave no milk, and they didn't know what to do.

"What shall we do, what shall we do?" said the monster, wringing her tentacles.

“Dunno” said Jack.

"We must sell Scabber and with the money start a shop, or something.” “Jack sell Scabber and give me the money or I’ll eat you”

So Jack took the rat's halter in his hand, and off he went. He hadn't gone far when he met a funny-looking old man, who said to him, "Good morning, Jack."

"Good morning to you," said Jack, and wondered how he knew his name.

"Well, Jack, and where are you off to?" said the man.

"I'm going to market to sell our rat there."

"Ewww ," said the man. "I wonder if you know how many grenades make five?"

"Two in each hand and one in your mouth," says Jack, as sharp as a needle.

"Right you are," says the man, "and here they are, the very grenades themselves," he went on, pulling out of his pocket a number of strange-looking grenades. "As you are so sharp," says he, "I don't mind doing a swap with you -- your rat for these grenades."

I am going to record my story in a podcast for blind children who have been affected by the christchurch earthquake to listen to. I am doing it by using garage band.

Gifted week

This week is gifted awareness week. I think being gifted is cool and also has a downside. It's cool because I get more opportunities like enrich. It also is a downside because everyone expects you to get everything right and you receive comments like "I thought you were smart".

Passion Project

At Enrich we have started passion projects (we actully have been for a while). At first I was going to research the computer programme Scratch, but then Alana and Darryn told us we had to do something for that would help Christchurch or Japan because of the earthquakes. So now I'm making sound recordings of fairy tales and myths for visually impaired kids in Christchurch.