Personal Writing Aidan Bisgrove

Wednesday, Jan 18th the whole school had a ski trip to mt. Washington. I was extremely excited because I had not been skiing for 10 years and wanted to try it out again I honestly thought it would be easy and to my surprise, I was very wrong because I sucked at it and could barley stand up without falling. for the first 3 hours, I was failing every 10 to 20 seconds and was so fed up with the ski trip and wanted to quit and eat lunch until Dylan and I got lost and didn’t know our way back to the lodge so we had to ask some random people near the ski lift if they knew where the lodge was and they told us that we were a pretty far distance away and that we would have to go back up the ski lift and ski back down the mountain to get tp the lodge obviously I wasn’t too excited because that was like an hour more of fear for me but we only had 30 minutes so when we got to the top of the mountain I had to try not to fall or else we wouldn’t be able to eat lunch because we had a specific time limit that we had to eat lunch in which was 12:00 to 12:30. So we raced s fast as we could down the mountain and aculay made it down decently quick but we were still a little late for lunch but it was okay in the end and it honestly made me better at skiing because I didn’t have a choice but to get better or else I would have been stuck on that mountain for a lot longer than I would have wanted.

Personal writing#4 Vincent Van Gogh

Vincent van Gogh, in full Vincent Willem van Gogh, (born March 30, 1853, Zundert, Netherlands—died July 29, 1890, Auvers-sur-Oise, near Paris, France), Dutch painter, generally considered the greatest after Rembrandt van Rijn, and one of the greatest of the Post-Impressionists. Van Gogh, the eldest of six children of a Protestant pastor, was born and raised in a small house. His artistic career was extremely short, lasting only the 10 years from 1880 to 1890. During the first four years of this period, while acquiring technical proficiency, he confined himself almost entirely to drawings and watercolors in a village in the Brabant region of the southern Netherlands. In 1883 the urge to be “alone with nature” and with peasants which took him to Drenthe, an isolated part of the northern Netherlands frequented by Mauve and other Dutch artists, where he spent three months before returning home, which was then at Nuenen, another village in the Brabant.

Personal Writing #4: Revenge of the Purple-Clad Warrior Monkey

Midnight at the Whining Wharf, the purple-clad warrior monkey silently waits. Lurking in the shadow cast by a large crimson shipping container festooned with the company logo of his target . . . Wilson DeVon. As he waits, the purple-clad warrior monkey reflects on the week prior.


“Mr. DeVon, a comment please!”, shouts the paparazzi.

“People are horrified to learn the fire that destroyed the Amazon rainforest was started by your company. And all to free up land to build another mansion for your personal use! A comment, please!”

“Wilson, how does it feel?”, whispers one rather hairy looking man clad in a big purple sun hat.

“How does what feel?”, responds Wilson.

“To be the person who almost caused the extinction of the Rainbow-Clad Monkey?”

“No comment”

“Mr. DeVon will take no more questions and is leaving the building”, interrupts Wilson’s chief bodyguard.

Wilson is briskly escorted out and straight into a waiting limousine. Little does he know, this was only his first of several encounters with the purple-clad warrior monkey.

Wednesday, the second encounter…

Wilson DeVon is at his summer home, in a warm bubbly bath. The enormous tub faces the waterfront. Suddenly, a massive gull does a flyby drop on the gigantic wall to wall window. Foamy white liquid uric acid slowly dribbles down the gleaming glass and onto the perfectly manicured lawn. 

“BLOODY HELL!!! Someone go shoot that foul creature! And clean the putrid window!”

In 3 minutes, a loud gunshot signals the end of a life. To the horror of the house staff, the feathery remains of the dead mangled gull splayed out on Wilson’s welcome mat. 

Later that afternoon, when Willson interrogated his staff, the gardener admitted to seeing a hairy looking man in a purple baseball cap lurking around the grounds. The gardener said when he inquired as to who he was, the man gruffly brushed him off saying, “I’m the new security guard an’ I’m doing my first patrol so gettouta my face”.

Friday, the third encounter…

Wilson is out for a stroll, walking his two standard poodles. A hairy man in purple cashmere and a purple toque crosses the street towards him. Beelining straight for Wilson, he yawns, showing strangely pointed teeth. The man in purple bumps into Willson, startling him.

“Hey, I’m walking here!”

The man replies in a joking manner, “Oh sorry, I didn’t see you there small fry, heh”. He drops his voice,“Better watch your back, I’m coming for ya’”.


Back at the Whining Wharf, the purple-clad monkey warrior checks his watch. Wilson was scheduled to show at exactly 1 o’clock am. There was a sketchy deal to buy blood diamonds, and Wilson was the buyer. The purple-clad warrior monkey checks his watch again, half an hour to go. He decides to have a quick nap. As he drifts off to sleep he festers on why he hates Wilson. The Amazon rainforest was home to the Rainbow-Clad Monkeys. They had existed since the beginning of time. They had taught humans language, how to cook food, and how to build shelter. The Rainbow Monkeys got their immortality from the trees in the rainforest, so when Wilson burned it down, the monkeys all died. Except for purple. His tree was surrounded by a stream, thus he was spared. It was now the purple-clad monkey warrior mission to avenge the death of all Rainbow Monkeys and kill Wilson.

PW #4 – Ski trip

last Wednesday, January 18th, the school offered a one-day trip to mount Washington for a ski trip; I was genuinely excited about this trip because it was my first time seeing actual snow and also my first time skiing. We left school at four in the morning to take a three-hour ride to get there and have around seven hours of skiing. We could already see the snow on the trees when there was half an hour left to get there. I felt it in a movie, looking at all the gorgeous landscapes; I thought I was dreaming it was too perfect to be accurate. We arrived, and we got our skies right away. Because it was my first time skiing, I took a lesson right when we arrived, and it was tricky for me. Still, I started to get the hang of it, but after half an hour of the lesson, I got exhausted, so I took a break in the cabin and ate some snacks because we didn’t eat breakfast it was too early for that after that the day just went on and the hours went flying. We came back to the school around four in the evening, and almost everyone was sleeping on the way around. We arrive at the campus around seven o’clock. We ate some pizza for dinner, and I went straight to bed. The next day I got cramps all over my legs. This was one of my favourite trips, and I can wait to go skiing again.

Personal Writing #4: Quote Analysis

To improve my analysis skills, I though it could be a good idea to try and analyze a random quote to the best of my ability.

“It’s not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.” ―Percy Bysshe Shelley

First Impressions: It is clear upon reading this quote that the writer disliked intolerant behavior, either towards race, religion or other beliefs.

Paraphrasing: When he says that “It’s not a merit to tolerate someone”, he takes of the credit off the people who might seem to brag about their tolerant behavior. Finally, by completing the sentence with “but rather a crime to be intolerant”, he says that being tolerant is a requirement, not an achievement.

Purpose: I assume that the purpose of this quote is to tell people that being tolerant should not be seen as helping a person, but simply as a persons duty.

Literacy Techniques: I was not able to see any specific literacy techniques displayed in the quote. This is likely due to that fact that I have a limited knowledge of the vast amount of literacy techniques that exist.

Observations: Though I could not identify any literacy techniques, I did take note of one particular thing in the quote. The fact that tolerate and intolerant are present in the same sentence. For some reason, this struck a cord inside of me. This also pulled my attention to the presence of merit and crime in the same sentence. I don’t know what to think about this specifically, but it is something I will take note of.

IRJE #5: To Kill a Mockingbird

In “To Kill a Mockingbird” by Harper Lee, “Jem” is dared by “Dill” to touch the door of the Radley house. Jem, having never run away from a dare before, tried to smooth talk his way out of this one. He does that by using the fact he has a little sister. This immediately tells Scout that Jem is actually afraid.

“Jem wanted Dill to know once and for all that he wasn’t scared of anything: “It’s just that I can’t think of a way to make him come out without him gettin’ us.” Besides, Jem had his little sister to think of.

When he said that, I knew he was afraid.” (p. 17)

Instead of simply declining the dare, Jem kept trying to talk his way out of it, even using his little sister as an excuse. This tells us a lot about Jem’s character. He isn’t the type of person who likes to show weakness, likely wanting to be seen as a “tough guy”. He absolutely does not want Dill to know that he is afraid of the Radley house, and its inhabitants. What makes this even more interesting is the fact that “Scout”, the narrator, can tell he is afraid. This implies that Scout has some level of understanding of his behavior, and is likely not tricked by “tough guy” act Jem seems to put on.

PW #4 – Nostalgia, and the 2000s

Sometimes I would find myself looking at a computer screen wondering how we have come to this point in history, where I can know the reason behind my sore throat just by looking it up on google. Well, I was around the late 2000s era to remember the initial excitement we had with technology. At first, my parents would usually hop on to MSN messenger to say hi to friends and family, which at the time seemed out-of-the-world. The whole point of the internet being somewhat complex to comprehend added to the excitement of using it, I felt like I was getting work done. Everyday after kindergarten, I would boot up my mom’s old Windows XP laptop which were filled with all these fancy animations and 3D text. Sound quality was a big issue for most people, but I always loved hearing the compressed sound playing from adobe flash player whenever I went to My experience with computers made me invested in technology, and is what got me into researching these kinds of topics on a daily basis.

But in the present day… (2016-2023)

Computer design has become very dull thanks to modern design trends. Whenever I would load up a messaging program, I would find myself staring at a black background with a bunch of text written on top of it rather than the old UI computers had where it had a lot of eye catching details such as 3D text or some nice design that would come preloaded in the background. Computer design has grown to be really flat, taking a more minimalistic approach rather than the old eye catching design computers had back in the days. 3D styled buttons became plain rectangles, Fancy notification sounds became very dull (mostly just filled with the same sound) and logging on to a messaging service doesn’t have the same experience it did back then. I will always miss the good old days for giving me the fantastic experience I had, but here I am, falling asleep in front of my monitor, with nothing to do.

PW #4

A lot would have been different if I had stayed in Korea without moving to Canada. Especially, there must have been a big change in life at school. My friends are all 11th graders now because the semester starts in March in Korea. I went to a Catholic school with strict school rules, and all the students took classes hard. Because of that, I spent a lot of time following the class every day. Other students around me went to the academy until at least 10. School ended at 5, so I often went to the academy right away without going back home. If I stayed there, I would have had a hard time as I would be in grade 11.
However, I had more fun in my spare time after class in Korea. I lived near downtown, and I was free to play after the semester. The food was to my taste, and there was no problem in communication. When I first came to Canada, I was very bored because I had little study to do and no place to go. It is also fun to hang out with friends I made in Canada, but I don’t think I would have had time to be bored if I stayed in Korea. I would have studied to death during the exam period, and after the grades came out, you would have repeatedly played.
I often imagine what it would have been like if I still stayed in Korea, but I don’t regret this choice.


Personal Writing #4

Skiing trips are always really fun. This particular ski trip was just as great as the last. My friends and I went up to Mt. Washington in a van and although it was really early and got rather stuffy in the van it was a rather enjoyable ride up. Once we got there we waited for the other students to arrive. I went with my cousins to get their ski rentals and then, we made sure Finn and Diego got to their snow kids lesson. Eli and I made our way to the top of the ski lift and did some runs with Ben and Belle. Mid day we met back up with Finn and Diego, had lunch, and then took them both on a green run. It was Finns first time skiing, when he finished his lesson we took him on a green and ran in to a couple problems but overall the ski trip was amazing! On our drive back we watched Rush Hour.

Personal Writing #4

Last week in the park, there was a poor unfortunate soul who was being followed by a police car. This boy was no angel, but that did not matter. After being caught smoking by a police officer, he ended up with a ticket for being in a smoke-free area. In the first place, his mother was always nagging him about going to the park and not smoking, but he could not because of his friends, and then secondly, it was not a smoking area. The boy walked into the park, and he sat on the bench for a few minutes.

On a Mission- Personal Writing #4

Yesterday, I went to Munro’s. With the wooden floor creaking, and my hair wet from the rain outside, I had a half-an-hour to peruse until my sister would find me. I was looking for a certain book that was recently released by one of my favourite authors. Somehow, I seemed to have looked through every section, and I couldn’t find it. Usually I take at least an hour at the bookstore, so I forced myself to not to get too distracted. The fiction tends to be on the left hand side of the store, so that’s where I spend most of my time.

Weaving through the aisles, I scanned each one thoroughly but quickly. My day was quite stressful, so I enjoyed having a moment alone, with a certain goal in mind. I managed to look through each aisle, even ones not of the same genre of the book I was looking for. In one of these, I found a different book I was interested in. Nevertheless, I grabbed it and continued my search. One might be wondering, why didn’t I just ask a staff member for some help finding it? I couldn’t do so because one of the only staff that wasn’t at the increasingly busy cash register, was helping out another customer.
Alas, I finally found the book. It turned out to be on one of the shelves at the entrance of the store. “New hardcovers”. My sister arrived in the nick of time, and she laughed at my dullness once I told her what happened. My total came up to around seventy dollars; outrageous for only two hardcover books. My gift card and store points came to my rescue that day.

Personal Writing

My winter break days

During the winter break, the main thing I focused on was basketball and fitness, every day I woke up at 6 am and got ready to go to the gym, it usually would take around 1 hour and a half in the gym. After the gym I would walk back home and get ready to eat breakfast, after breakfast I would study for 2 hours then hit the basketball courts, at the basketball gym I would focus on my ball handling for 30 minutes, my finishing for 45 minutes and end off by doing shooting drills. after I’m done with my shooting drills I would hope to play some pick up which is basically where a bunch of random people is placed on two teams for 3 on 3 or 4 or 4s, during this time the main focus for me was to use the skill work that I have been practicing in a game moment by doing this it would ensure that in a real game, I would be able to take those same moves and shots and make them. After I was finished id come home and get lunch, following lunch would be another study session for an hour just catching up on work and doing my 15 minutes of reading. By that time it would be around 3:30 and I would get ready for another session at the basketball court, id go over and take 50 free throws, do some footwork drills and run lines until about 4:30. once the sun went down head home to get dinner, This would be my routine almost every day during the break.

Train to Nowhere: 4

The perplexity of the tunnel makes Victoria feel isolated, despite having a few of her friends tag along. As her group look behind then, the light at the entrance grows smaller and smaller, she warily scans her group. Freya and Clair hold each other tight, while Kevin stands in between the twins, Jacob and Andrew. None of them are chatty, unlike how they always are at school. Even Robin and Doug, the dynamic duo, stare into nothingness. The lovebirds Mya and Tristan trail behind but still… Silence.

“Does anyone have a flashlight?” she asks to group. Jacob ruffles through his bag to find one, but in bright pink.

“Hey, isn’t that your favorite colour?” Andrew teases in an attempt to lighten up the mood. The joke is only met with soft chuckles from Kevin. 3 bright beams search the environment of the tunnel. Rustic bricks with hints of mold, spider webs, and purple slime.

“I have never seen that in my entire life!” Clair is fascinated by the obscure colour and scent of the slime on the wall. She whips out her walkie talkie to report to the other groups about the discovery, but it only responds with static. “Huh, I guess we’re cut off..”

As the group persevere deeper into the tunnel, the walls slowly close in, forcing them to huddle closer. Isn’t it odd that trains are supposed to pass in this tunnel but it can barely fit a group of teens in here? Victoria thought to herself. More slime up ahead, the flashlight beams reflects off the substance. The purple is more vivid than before, and the smell kicks the teens’ noses.

“Watch your head,” the unknown voice speaks again.

“SHOW YOURSELF ALREADY COWARD,” Doug screams, his voice reflecting off the brick wall. The ground shakes,

“AN EARTHQUAKE? NOW?” Robin shouts, his voice echoes.

“SHUT UP BOY!” the voice yells and a tentacle appear out of nowhere. It thrashed furiously, knocking Doug into the wall. Another tentacle appears, both now grabbing Robin. He chokes on the reeking smell of clam,

“I can’t…. bre—”

The tentacles catch Tristan by surprise when they grab Mya and flung her into the air. He screams vulgar words and burst into tears begging for her life. It was the most noise he had made that day.

“GUN! GUN!” Doug yells as Jacob and Freya draw their handguns, equipped in their trusty backpack and aim at the tentacles. They shoot mercilessly at the beast, finally releasing Robin and Mya from their misery. Kevin runs to check on Robin whilst Tristan embraces his girlfriend. ”We should really start thinking like a team, huh.” Kevin asks Robin who violently sobs on Kevins knee. Victoria stands over them with guilt on her face. Freya spots a dim light at the end of the tunnel. The group exits the tunnel only to find an identical train station that they left before. No signs of the other groups, no footprint. Only a few abandoned trailers that Victoria couldn’t recall seeing at the drop off,

“Let’s rest here for the night,” she says.

When I Ever Was Jeongmin (Pw #5)

Sometimes when I think about my life, I think that I am very unlucky. Most of the things that I wanted to happen never does, and all of the unfortunate events tend to happen on a daily basis. Most of the time I would get sick at the wrong times, such as the first day of school or before a long trip back home. I would get the worst grades and reports for the tests I studied the most, and I would get the best for the ones I didn’t even care about. I would get the worst headaches before the final exams, and I would be in my best mood on a useless weekend.

I don’t know why luck exists; other people look like they are having the best moment of their lives when my life has never been positive, and Other people look like they don’t have any problems in their lives when mine is full of them 24/7. I tend to compare myself with other people around me. When I talk to them and try to understand how their lives were, I always fail to do so. I am always jealous of how some people can stay happy and excited for most of their lives, if not the entirety of it.

My last memory of freedom was when I was a small child; when I didn’t have all the drama to deal with and the responsibility to take care of. I didn’t have a lot of homework and tasks to do like I do now, and I didn’t have to create multiple versions of myself to keep myself functioning. I always wish I could go back to when I was a baby so that I won’t make the same mistakes I made today. I wish I could be doing all of the things I wanted so that I won’t be dwelling around them.

I am very thankful to the people around me. From my family who provides me with a good environment and care – to my friends who provide me with joy in life when living in a foreign place that I have never lived in before. Being away from home and culture is not an easy thing to do, and so is skipping a grade and being younger than everyone else. However, these people help me get through these without any problems and if it weren’t for them, I would have been struggling with unanswered questions and curiosity about life.

I wish a very happy new year to everyone!

PW #4. Winter break back home

In the winter break I went back to my home place. I was very exited to go but also nervous because I had to take flight by my own. The luck was not in my favor the first two days. I los my flight from Victoria to Vancouver. So I had to buy another flight. When I got to Vancouver I had to change terminals because I had a connection flight. It was really stressful since I had only 30 minutes to change terminals and there was no taxis. I got into the fight and when I arrived to San Diego my bag didn’t arrive, but my parents surprised me by picking me up at the airport. It was really nice to see them since I had like 5 months that I didn’t saw them. When I got back home I hanged out with my friends and they stayed for a sleepover. The next day we went for tacos and ,y car got crashed and a bird popped my head. For obvious reasons I was really stressed but that night my friends through me a surprise Welcome party, so I got to see all my friends and it was really fun. Since it was holiday season I got to spent almost every day with my family and friends. I had a great time back home. I missed it so much. I almost dint want to come back to Canada.

PW: Why summer is my favorite season.

I do really enjoy winter and fall. I like the holidays and warm drinks, I love fall colors and winter clothes and christmas is of course one of my favorite holidays. But I can’t help but miss summer every single day. It has always been my favorite season since I was younger and I think it always will be for so many reasons. First of all, going to the beach is definitely one of my favorite things in the world If not my favorite one. I love beach houses, the sky, summer clothes, the music, coconut water, going in the sea and just everything about it. All my favorite memories are from summer. Summer trips with my family or summers where we just stayed at my town. I can spend entire days with my friends, staying up late without having to worry. I love the weather and late nights. The sunsets and sunrises are beautiful. The snacks are amazing, mango and watermelon are definitely my favorite fruits. I feel like no matter what I change and grow so much every summer and i can’t wait for this one.


PW: Winter

Winter is the coldest season in the year. Winter is usually three months a year November, December and January. People start freezing and the days are getting shorter. No one wants to go outside because of the bad weather. The nights are getting longer and scarier. Half of the day its dark, when you leave the house and when you come back. You have no motivation to stand up for the day or even go outside in the cold. Your hands, lips and skin are getting dry and you have to wear many and thick clothes so you don’t freeze. But there’s not only bad things about the winter. I love winter its my favorite season of the year, I think about the snow and the white trees outside. I like wearing huge sweaters and scarfs to keep myself warm and comfortable in these cold days. I love when you get home and can cuddle in the blankets with a warm cacao or hot tea. I love how you can watch the snow outside while being warm at home and I especially love the sports you can do in winter. Skiing, snowboarding or ice skating on a frozen lake are one of my favorite things to do in the winter. And of course the holidays in December. Your celebrating Christmas with your family and new years where you can maybe start a whole new era in your life or set new goals. These are all the things why I love winter and why its my favorite season in the year.  

Unfamiliar yet very inviting – part one of my poem about my South African journey:

It all started with a long journey to an unfamiliar place,

Yet it felt like home.

Although its seemed sketchy, I had a smiling face,

because I didn’t feel alone.

Hot and sunny,

Beautiful and bright,

The mall was busy,

But not too tight.

Good night’s sleep is needed to recover,

After all that drifting,

I get under cover,

And I start to dream.

Food was amazing,

My mouth was watering,

Biltong, droewors,

Lots of candy.

A red bus is what we used to see,

The beautiful Cape town city.

Lots of flowers, lots of trees,

Many new faces on magazines.

Monkeys climbed,

Even on me!

But they weren’t scary,

They didn’t even bite.

Meeting people…

I never knew existed,

But they felt like family,

Almost like sisters.

Going to school,

I embraced my inner “Matie”,

Only to learn,

So did many in my family.

That first week ,

All new and exciting,


Yet very inviting.

Personal Writing #4

Wallows is an alternative/indie rock band who released their first single “Pleaser” in 2017, and continue releasing music and going on tour to this day. The band is made up of 3 people: Dylan Minnette, Braeden Lemasters, and Cole Preston. They are easily one of my all-time favorite artists as I really enjoy their music and the groups bond. Most of their songs follow the same, upbeat style. For me, listening to their songs never fails to boost my mood. The bond between the three of them is so strong and makes me genuinely happy watching interviews or music videos where their true personalities are showing. But their music videos connect both these aspects into one uplifting video. They use many visual tricks done by using interesting angles and editing. There is always an excess of colour in the videos, adding to the already upbeat music. My personal favorite music video that they’ve released is “I Don’t Want to Talk”. The video perfectly sums up the groups’ bond and the energy that is in each of their other music videos. If you haven’t heard of this band I highly recommend to search them up on YouTube, Spotify or whatever other music streaming platform you use.

Nyah Sharratt 01/18

PW#4 If there were only one language in the world

During the winter break, I realized how easy it was for me to speak in Japanese. I was a little homesick during the break because I couldn’t go back to Japan. I have friends here, and I also hung out with them, but I still missed my friends in Japan. So I called them every single night.  Of course, they speak Japanese. I have spoken Japanese since I was born. Japanese grammar and English grammar are so different. For example, if you say I go to the school today, we say today I the school to go. The word “go” in Japanese is “iku”. How can they be so different? How much I resented those who created the languages. We don’t need that many languages. If there was only one language in the world, we wouldn’t have to learn another one. It’s easier for everyone to communicate with whoever we want. But I still need to study English because of its existence.

English homework

I’m sitting in the cafeteria, working on my school homework. It’s cozy here, full of plants and extraordinary coffee. The couches are upholstered in dark purple and dark green colors. The sun is shining through the big windows in which I can see people passing by and some walking into the train station. The coffee started to get cold and vibrated once. That felt like an earthquake, I joked to myself. I probably accidentally kicked the table. I’m trying to figure out what to write in my English homework – it’s a personal writing assignment. I have always liked this type of homework but today, I don’t know, I don’t have any inspiration lately. I’m sitting here for an hour and a half,  waiting for something interesting to happen, while my surroundings have completely changed around me. I checked my phone overall about fifteen times. Not even there, on my phone, is happening anything that I would consider as interesting. Today is a peaceful day. How unfortunate for me. I’m thinking to pack my things and call it a day for now.  While I’m leaving, I see police sirens rushing around the cafeteria stopping before the train station. Well, this is interesting. I hurry to get there and see what is happening before they close the whole place because of…I don’t know what yet. When I’m getting closer and closer, I can hear people panicking and talking hysterically. What happened? My curiosity is now unstoppable. I need to know now. I go inside the station and listen to the police talking between themselves. “…it is a catastrophic situation.” says the first policeman. “It truly is, 26 dead people and many more injured,” answers the second one. What? How? “Do they know how it happened? Have you asked the witnesses?” asks the first one. “Yes, half of them think something broke and exploded, but the second half believes it was sabotage from one of the passengers,” declares the second policeman. So I did not kick the coffee table, it was the explosion.” John, what do you mean?” asks the confused policeman and John is looking a little uncomfortable about what he’s going to say. “Well, many of the passengers who were in the same wagon as the explosion happened to believe they saw a suspicious-looking guy with a black briefcase. And there is also one more thing Adam,” answers the policeman called John carefully. “John, god, just tell me the whole thing so we can go home.” sights policeman Adam. “I don’t think we are going home today any near time. You see, It happened that in the same wagon was also, ehem, a newly elected president of the Czech Republic,” says john in a whisper but I still could hear him very well. WHAT? From my country? What was he doing here? What did he do? I stay here for a little more, no one around is paying much attention to me. There are lots of injured people who are the most importatnt now. When I realize there will be no more information, I walk home. The instant moment i open the main doors of our house and see my parents, I tell them everything that happened. They are as shocked as me, perhaps even more. I walk up the stairs to my room, inspiration by the events, and start to write “Anna is sitting in the cafeteria, working on her school homework. It’s cozy there, full of plants and extraordinary coffee. The couches are upholstered in dark purple and …”

PW #4 Seeing my Family

Seeing my family after 4 months was awesome, I felt so many new emotions. I didn’t thought that leaving my family would be an impact for me and something that big. I remember I arrive at the airport at night and I was really tired, I walk to the exit after graving my bags, the exit doors open and I first saw my dad. I remember I run to him, I gave him a hug and I started crying. Then I saw my sister and little brothers and run to them, hug them all and started crying again. At last I saw my mom and gave her a huge hug. It felt really nice seeing them all again, as if all my problems and thoughts just disappear. I tried to spend all the time I could with my family, we went to eat, to the movies, we chill all together at the house, and many thing. I think this second time coming back to Canada was harder and more depressing after seeing my family, I think I could have done more things with them and I wish for more time. I’m happy because Im going to see them again in March. Meanwhile I’m having a great time here with my friends.

The Quadratic Formula

One of my favourite formulas that I have learned in math recently is the quadratic formula. The quadratic formula is used to find the x-intercepts of a quadratic function; an equation that looks like a “U” shape on a graph. A quadratic function usually comes in two different equations: standard form as y=ax^2+bx+c or vertex form as y=a(x-h)^2+k. Yet, only equations written in standard form can be used with the quadratic formula. The quadratic formula is written as follows: y=-b+(or)-√b^2-4*a*c/2a (everything after the “√b” to the “c” is under the square root). So, the numbers that represent a, b, and c in the standard form of a quadratic equation are substituted as the same values in the quadratic formula. Also, if the quadratic equation has two x-intercepts, then two forms of the quadratic formula are used to find each x-intercept. One equation has a “+” before the square root, and the other has a “-” before the square root. Or, if an equation only has one x-intercept for whatever reason, both equations of the quadratic formula should calculate to find the same solution.

Moreover, if one wished to determine if a quadratic equation has one, two, or zero x-intercepts, a shorter version of the quadratic formula can be used instead: √b^2-4ac (the whole thing is under the square root). In this case, if the solution is greater than 1 then the equation has multiple x-intercepts, if the solution is equal to 0 than the equation has 1 x-intercept, and if the equation is a negative square root than the equation has no x-intercepts because negative square roots are mathematically impossible to solve.

So, there you have it! A thorough explanation of the quadratic formula– my favourite formula– in a few simple paragraphs. You’re welcome!

PW #4 Why school should get rid of English class

Although English is a very important language and is becoming the most spoken language in the world, I dont thing I need to learn 20 complex words in 2 hours that I will shortly forget. Why learning 20 complex words is useless? Because I can use easy short words to describe each word. Creative writing where Essays and assignments which have word limits that if you have enough or have to many words will lose you marks. Why am I limited to a certain amount of words when I want to speak freely and be creative isn’t that what being creative means. Why do I need to know how to write when without errors when theres more people’s first language isn’t even English then actual fluent speakers. I don’t want to spend an hour and a half everyday on something I don’t want to do.

Personal Writing

Over the winter break I did a day trip to Mt. Washington. We got up really early and dove to the mountain. We got our ski rentals and got ready to go skiing. The first half of the day was really nice. Half way through the day, the weather started to get bad. There was so much fog you could barely see five feet in front of you. As I was going down a slope, I couldn’t see the sign and I started to go down a side trail by accident. As I was going down I saw a little jump in front of me. It was too late to stop or avoid the jump at this point so I just had to go for it. As I went over it I dropped into the hole and nearly lost my balance and started flailing around but managed to stay on my feet. It was a very fun ski trip.

Missed chances

Its new years eve

And I’ve wasted the year

So I’m left to grieve 

While everyone else is left to cheer


I see the future and the past

A junction of all that could be

A record of all I’ve amassed

So I turn to flee


You can’t run from a problem

But I can sure as hell try

Maybe I’ve hit the bottom

But maybe I’ll fly


The writing on the wall

Teaches me how to fall

IRJE #5 “It Ends With Us”

I have read “It Ends With Us” by Colleen Hoover. Hoovers use in language was very impactful in this book. She uses a lot of imagery in her writing which I find very emotional. The book follows the 2 characters Lily Bloom and Ryle Kincaid. Ryle and Lily begin a romance together but soon after the relationship turns violent and abusive. This goes back to the start of Lily’s life as she grew up in a domestic violent household with her mother and father. The first sign of abusive behavior Ryle portrayed was his lash out of rage after Lily had rekindled a relationship with her ex boyfriend Atlas. Ryle had assaulted Lily. Atlas soon found out about Lily’s situation which ultimately lead the violence to worsen. Later in the book Ryle finds out that Lily is pregnant after he abused and raped her. Lily let Ryle become the father during the pregnancy, but once the baby girl was born she did not want an abusive figure to grow up in her life so Lily left Ryle for good.

Cycle exists because they are excruciating to break. It takes an astronomical amount of pain and courage to disrupt a familiar pattern. Sometimes it seems easier to just keep running in the same familiar circles, rather than facing the fear of jumping and possibly not landing on your feet. My mother went through it. I went through it. I’ll be damned if I allow my daughter to go through it. I kiss her on the forehead and make her a promise

It stops here. With me and you. It ends with us.

(pp. 360-361)

This quote is very impactful in my opinion. It just shows the emotional damage that Lily has been through, yet she is still pushing forward and is still going to try her hardest to make sure that her baby is safe, to make sure she’s loved, and to make sure she doesn’t grow up the way she did.

Personal Writing #4     

Last weekend was my brother Ben’s 17th birthday. To celebrate we gathered some friends and organized paintball. To start we were guided through the rules of the game along with safety precautions. Teams were put together and were fairly balanced. Everyone was set and ready to go. We went to our first game which was five on five elimination. I ran onto the field and hid behind a plastic tube. Unfortunately my height was not an advantage and I was hit right away on my mask. Next game I decided switched up my strategy. I army crawled along the dirt with Dylan until we reached a safe spot. Dylan fired at the opponents and was hit immediately. This scared me so I ran back as fast as I could out of cover and was hit again. From this point forward I realised I was not the best at paintball. Although I still had lots of fun and would do it again. During the evening everyone came to our house for homemade pizza. We went on a walk and enjoyed each others company. Ben’s birthday was celebrated well and was considered and big success.

Personal Writing #4

I am going to tell you about how I broke my finger. It was a thursday morning and I had been invited to train with the senior women’s team. This team consisted of players that ranged from the ages of 20 to 38. It was an honor to have been invited to train with them. So I did! I was looking forward to it the whole day. When the time came I was doing amazing passing well, doing every drill well and then we played a game of touch. This game was a variation of touch where when you touch a player, that player and yourself MUST do a push up. So.. I touched a person and as they were getting up I was just going down and then metal cleats jumped and slid across my hand resulting in a broken finger.

Personal Writing: Skiing

This Winter break I went skiing a lot, and I got to see one of my long time friends, Chloe. I haven’t seen her for about a year because she was on a world travel.We met up in Vernon, which is just outside of Kelowna, on New Years eve at her grandparents house. After a couple of hours, went to the ski resort of Vernon called SilverStar. There was a light show with people skiing down the mountain with flares and lights on them, and after there was nearly a ten minuet show of fireworks.

In the morning, on New Years Day, we headed up to the ski hill early so we could get a full day of skiing in. That was the first day of skiing this year for me, and it was sunny, and blue sky, it was awesome. There was also some fresh powder, so we could go in the trees and the un-groomed runs and they wouldn’t be icy.

I skied for 3 days in a row, the third day being with my dad at Big White, the main hill in Kelowna. But the day at Big White was a struggle, it was so foggy and it was hard to see five feet in front of me. Big White is hard to determine for weather, and it is known for being called Big Whiteout, because of the fog and horrible visibility. Overall I had a great time skiing, and it is always one of my highlights of every year.

IRJE #5 – Pothinus Sab

Over the break, I decided to re-read one of my books which I haven’t read since grade 6 which made me realize a lot more details than I noticed before. The book is called Will Wilder: The lost staff of wonders which is the second book in the Will Wilder series that is about a teenage boy who discovers his hidden ability to see demons which has been kept a secret from him by his family.

Re-reading the book made me realize a two important things; First of all, my attention span back then wasn’t the greatest, and secondly my vocabulary wasn’t as big as it is now. Reading used to be a great struggle for me, but over the years it became less of a challenge than it was before.

The chapter I am currently in introduces a new character in the series named Pothinus Sab which is certainly a very interesting character. Pothinus Sab, also referred to as just “Sab” is a man who is opening a new Karnak center in Perilous Falls. Sab introduces himself as a healer that would cure anyone who would wear one of his necklaces that he is giving out to the public.

As he is viewed as a spiritual healer, no one really pays attention to him. In the opening ceremony of the Perilous Falls “Karnak Center” he asks the public to let out their anger and shout it out, possibly to rile the people up. This leads to a montage of people shouting out the weirdest things which brings more attention to the ceremony.

‘I can feeeel your struggle. In these trying times, it is hard to avoid anger. And you have much to be angry about, don’t you? Well, here’s a surprise: Don’t hold it back! This is the problem—we withhold the anger that needs to be free. Beyond that anger is the joy and the regeneration that you desire. But first you must releeease your anger. Get it out! Who is going to start?’ Sab pulled the microphone off the stand and with the rhythm of a jaguar, slunk to the right of the bandstand. He leaned over the iron railing, revealing in the crowd’s reaction. ‘What angers you most? What is irritating you my friends?’ He stretched the microphone over the heads of the audience.

‘I’m sick of the politicians who stop listening once we elect them!’ one woman screamed. Loud applause greeted her words. Mayor Lynch and some of the city council forced smiles and adjusted their seats.

I feel like this specific quote really makes Sab’s crazy side stand out a lot more than any of the other quotes. What really stood out to me was the imagery that this quote brought out which heavily emphasizes an awkward situation, especially for the mayor and the city council which were being attacked in the same event they organized. The quote is the first interaction Sab had with the audience and I am sure that it certainly made an impression on them.


I am reading The handmaids tale which is a book set in a disastrous environment which led many women to become infertile, so only a small handful of women are able to reproduce. The fertile women are referred to as “handmaids” who are “owned” and raped in order to have children.

“You can’t help what you feel, but you can help how you behave”
― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

I like this quote because controlling how we feel is difficult, but controlling what we do is easy.

IRJE #5 Dopamine

The non-ficton novel dopamine nation by Anna lembke, MD is a novel about dopamine addictions and how far humans will go to achieve it.

Rats who show a genetic propensity to become a addicted will, after a two-to-four-week period of abstaining from alcohol, binge on alcohol as soon as they have access to it again, and continue to use heavily thereafter as if they had never abstained. A similar phenomenon has been observed in rats exposed to and hooked on high-calorie foods. (p. 87)

This is scary because we have all these addictive products surronding us that we spend thousands of dollars on and can’t get enough of. This also includes digital things.

PW #4: A Chapter In Your Story

Was I at least a chapter in your story,

Was I worth that much to you

Or maybe I was just worth a sentence.

I believe I deserve more than a seven-letter line for the suffering you caused me,

Did you ruin me for fun, was it all a game

Did I really mean that little to you?

I accepted the love I thought I deserved

it turns out I deserve so much more.

Personal Writing #4

Taking part of the personal project has been tough to say the least. However, I have found that I have learned a great bit about myself and my project. For my product, I am writing a golf book about Tiger Woods. Shocker, I know. Anyways, when I first began the book in October of 2022, I was under the impression that writing a novel was easy. If I knocked out a chapter per week, I would be finished with plenty of time to spare. But oh boy, was I ever wrong. Here I am in mid-January with my book that is on the verge of completion, when I first expected to finish before winter break. I truly under-estimated the amount of planning, researching, and editing that goes into writing a novel. My book currently sits at 46 pages, which is nothing compared to the 70+ hours I have put into it.

Analyzing Tiger Woods’ career has been something that I have wanted to do, I just never got around to it. But the personal project gave me an excuse to make my idea a reality. There has been countless times of me sitting over my laptop, simply not wanting to work anymore. But pushing through those times and getting some real work done is all worth it in the end. When all my hard work is completed, I will be overjoyed. Even now, every time I open my document to work, I scroll down through all the pages, thinking to myself, “Wow, this is a lot of writing.” And it is. The feeling of finishing any project is always amazing, but finishing my novel will give me a feeling of gratitude like no other.

PW #4 – Acapulco

Acapulco is a beach 4 hours away from Mexico City that people go the with friends family etc its a beach for everything because they are beach clubs that are for families or just clubs at night and parties it so much fun I considere it my happy place.

I have a house there and it has one of the most amazing views for me my favorite part is that I go to the sea in our boat and I water ski there and is really fun the fun part about Acapulco is that it also has a river but is more foe water skiing after that we take the food out and we eat there and for the end of the day we are all red for being in the sun so much.

Reflection on Unit 1 Final

For the Unit Final I have done at the end of term one, I received comments that reflect on my weaknesses as well as strengths. One of my main strengths was that I used quotations from the text relevantly, and I have taken attention to the language of each passage. On the other hand, I have received feedback on how I could improve my overall organization of the body paragraphs. I have stated the use of imagery in the introduction paragraph, however, it was not explained further in the body paragraphs. This was an excellent opportunity for me to learn more about the topic itself as well as write a good comparison essay. I will take all the commentary into consideration when writing future writing assignments.

Personal Writing #3 – (Written by Grade 6 Me)

Once there was a man

Who wore a scarf with pride

The scarf was red and kept him warm

Without his scarf he cried


He had an English major

A brain full of things to write

This man had a name you see

His name was mr Macknight


One dark and gloomy day

The room seemed really weird

And then he cried, “For heaven’s sake!

My scarf has disappeared!”


The children looked around all day

But no red scarf was seen

He cried and cried and cried away

His actions were profound


It’s been three weeks and he was sad

The scarf seemed gone for good

He would not smile or laugh at all

Though try the students would


One morning while he looked around

He saw it on the ceiling

It really was his red red scarf

“Oh joy” he said with feeling


He danced around and came to school

The kids were so surprised

To see him acting really happy

He stood so tall with pride



IRJE #5: “A Good Girls Guide To Murder”

The book im reading is called “A Good Girls Guide To Murder” by Holly Jackson. This book is about the study of Pip in the disappearance of a girl in school called Andrea also known as “Andie”, in their town of Fairview, Connecticut.

“It was particular cruelty that their house was so close to fairview high school, where both Andie Bell and Sal Singh have gone, where Pip would return for her senior year in a few weeks when the late-summer sun dipped into September.”

Pip starts thinking about the case and bringing up theories about how the girl disappeared and who can be involved, such as members of Andie’s  family or people who were very close to her. Salil “Sal” was Andie’s  boyfriend, he has alleged guilt. Pip went investigating to Sals house, she knocks on his door and Sals brother, Ravi, was there, he looked nervous. Pip introduced herself, Ravi asked her why she was investigation about this case when it happened five years ago, Pip told him that it was because she believes that Sal is innocent and she wants to prove it.

I just started reading this book and so far it has been very interesting and intriguing.

Introduction – Juliana

Hello my name is Juliana and I am fifteen years old. I was born in Germany and live there in a tiny village named Lörzweiler. I have two younger brothers called Nevio and Robin I also have a cat and a dog. I came to Canada because I always wanted to experience school in another country and I am staying here for half a year. I love reading novels and I share the hobby horse riding with my Mom. Together we own a mare called Fine. I am going to an average school in Germany and next year I am entering High school.

Reflection for Term 1 Assessment

Looking back at my term 1 summative assessment I should work on two things: I should work on reading over the passages carefully to make sure my ideas are accurate and that they align with the text. This is to make sure my information is as accurate as possible. The second thing I need to work on is my spelling errors which is a constant problem accruing in my writing. To fix this I should read over my writing slower and should practice more with my vocabulary. In this assessment I also learned how to write a comparison essay which is useful.




I have just started reading this new book called The Cousins. It was written by Karen M. McManus about three cousins who are invited by their grandmother, who they haven’t met before, to work at her island hotel during the summer. I just started reading this book and so far I know that the grandmother, Mildred Story, removed all of her four children from her life and will. Ever since then her children have been trying to figure out a way to get back on the grandmothers good side again. The day Mildred suddenly sends the invitation to all of her grandchildren (protagonists: Aubrey, Jonah, and Milly) their parents are eager to send them along. But the longer the cousins stay at the hotel working, the more they find out about their messed up family’s past. This quote is one of the protagonists (Milly) talking about what she knows of her family’s past:

My grandfather died when mom was a senior in high school. Two years later, Mildred disowned all of her children. She cut them off both financially and personally, with no explanation except for a single sentence letter sent to weeks before Christmas through her lawyer, a man named Donald Camdon who’d known mom and her brothers their entire lives: you know what you did. 

This quote is great to start off with because it is telling the readers that there is more to the story then what we know and it’s foreshadowing for the rest of the book. Reading this makes people Intrigued about what could have happed to make Mildred so upset that she would disown her own children, which makes the reader eager to continue to read the book.

Introduction – Isabella

My name is Isabella. I am from Mexico. This is my first week at Brookes and I’ll like to tell you a little bit about myself.

I was born in Toluca, Mexico. But I moved out to Tamaulipas with my mom and one of my older sisters when I was young and grew up there. Since last year, I had been wanting to study in another country because it seemed like a really big experience to have, so I am really happy that I got the opportunity to come here. I plan to stay here for all my high school and I’ve been having a really good time so far.

I hope I can quickly get used to my classes and I’m excited for my future here.

Reflection Unit Final

In my reflection I have to read  and write more in English because I don’t know how to be organized in a paragraph and imbruing to understanding better, I was thinking maybe I could come up with the ideas and after I could  write things that are more relatable to the assignment not just putting in the paragraph stuff  that just went into my mind and thinking pother people are going to get that too. I also have to work on spelling because its a bit hard for me.


The Paragon Hotel takes place in 1921, before the Great Depression. The main character, white girl Alice James, runs away from her home because of issues with the police and mafia in New York. Alice is traveling with a bullet wound through the whole country to get to a safe place. When she finally arrives in Oregon, she met a black guy on the train named Max who took her to a hotel, which is full of black people who are trying to survive in America. They are being attacked by police and later by Ku Klux Klan and their only safe place is the Paragon Hotel.

Transaction complete, Officer Overton waves the truncheon

“Do you see what you’re dealing with now, Miss James? What lee of people these are?”

“Yes, it’s not at all what I expected,” I answer timidly.

“Well, it’s a fine thing that you’re writing an article about the place, then, isn’t it?” he scrapes, towering over me. “You can expose the sickness that lives inside every one of these animals.

“That isn’t-“

I find this quote, and the whole book, very interesting because of the huge racism that’s happening there against black people by the police and most of the city population. I live now in times where it is more of a taboo to talk about any rase now and it shocked me when I started to read this book. I did not expect it at all and it is a whole different writing style that I’m not used to. It shows how cruel white people were (are?) and how dangerous it was for black people. This quote is one of the more subtle insults that was said, but still a big one in my opinion.

IRJE – Girl in Pieces

This book has a lot of references to how the arts can be a great coping mechanism. At this point in the book she finally left the hospital to move to her friend’s house. She is alone and feels empty but she will not let herself go back into that place so she uses art as her coping mechanism. She says

I draw where I am. I put myself at this new beginning, surrounded by the comfort of someone else’s easier life.

This quote stuck with me because art has always been an escape for me. You can get away from reality and draw what you feel. I do believe that as much as you wish you could be someone else, and have someone’s easier life you never what they’re going through. As much as their life seems like a perfect movie you never see the behind-the-scenes.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower – IRJE #5

In Stephen Chbosky’s famous novel The Perks of Being a Wallflower, we meet fairly dynamic and authentic character who we later discovered is named Charlie. The entire book is written in the form of letters addressed to “friend”, otherwise known as the reader. It is a coming of age novel that depicts the classic high school experience. The main character has just moved to a new school where he eventually meets Sam and Patrick who also happen to be step-siblings. After reading a decent amount of the novel, we discover that Charlie didn’t have many friends growing up, except for Michael, who took his own life. Charlie is a very truthful and stressed individual and he doesn’t hesitate to voice his worries and thoughts to the reader. In the very beginning of the book Charlie explains that he doesn’t want the reader to find out who he is. He speaks directly to the reader and says that he thinks we will understand, because we are human too.

I think you of all people would understand that because I think you of all people are alive and appreciate what that means. At least I hope you do because other people look to you for strength and friendship and it’s that simple. At least that’s what I’ve heard. (p. 2)

I feel that the way that this passage is written sets the tone for the rest of the novel. It isn’t formally written, but rather written by an anxious teen who is just trying to get his feelings out. It gives the reader a more emotional view on the story, as it feels a little more “real”. It is easy to spot the repetition in the short paragraph in the beginning sentence as Charlie repeats the phrase “I think you of all people” twice in one sentence. This simple technique sets the tone for the rest of the book, and notifies the reader that they’re about to read an amazing perspective of Charlie’s life.

Nyah Sharratt – 01/12