May 1st IRJE

In the book The Giver by Lois Lowry, Chapter one starts off with the introduction of the protagonist, Jonas, an 11 year old boy who lives in a town where supplies are airlifted to a spot across the river from their community. A year ago, there was an unexpected plane that landed, and everyone was scared. The speaker of the community announced that the pilot has been punished by releasing him.  Jonas knows that the word is only used with caution, and that no one jokes about it.  Later in the chapter, Jonas family engages in their nightly “telling their feelings”, where Jonas sister Lily talks about a visitor in school who did not obey the rules, and thought that they behaved like animals. His father, who is a nurturer talks about a baby boy that is not developing as he should be, and that the baby may be released. Lily then jokes about keeping the baby, but then gets scolded by her mother telling her to remember the rules: only one male and one female child can be assigned to each family.

“It was almost December, and Jonas was beginning to be frightened.”

This passage is really interesting. As the first sentence of the book, it is ambiguous. Having the first initial setting of the plot being near the end of the year, might be symbolically hinting that the protagonist Jonas is facing the end of an era in his life. At the same time, winter acts as the foreshadow to the time frame of of the novel. In the second half of the sentence, it gives an ominous sense. Jonas instinctive description of fear darkens the tone of the story, preparing us for the eventual revelation of the dystopian communities true nature.


PW April 21st

Though life’s end is inevitable, it is sad when anyone dies, especially a child. When someone young dies, they are frozen in time. They leave unscathed. Their mistakes remain learning experiences, and their future still waiting to exist.

Alistair was the type of person everyone just knew.  His relaxed ways made him easy to talk too, and for that reason, he was a friend for most. His love for others was boundless. He was easy to understand, honest and open. Intuitive to others, he had a great ability to bring people together, creating joy. Alistair died September 24th, 2017, at just 16 years old. To this day it is hard to believe he’s gone. Alistair was shot and killed late one Sunday night. Not of malicious intent did he die, but at the hands of a friend.

After a house party one night a few of the Salt Spring grade 11 soccer team headed to one of the players’ houses. It was the first week of the season, and the afterparty hang put turned into a team get to know each other. While hanging out, a few of the boys found a gun. The parents who owned the house had left it lying around. Alistair and a few of the other boys started joking around with it. At some point during playing games and joking around the gun was dropped, and a bullet hit Alistair in the head. He died the same day. Alistair’s life will never be forgotten, and he will be deeply mourned by all those who knew him. Though that was the last night Alistair lived another boy’s life changed in a way no child’s should ever have too. A night that started out fun had turned into something no one would have ever thought. Shane, the boy who dropped the gun,  that night was sentenced to 15 years in 2019.

I will never understand how what was supposed to be a night of team bonding went so wrong. The lives of these two boys and their families were shattered. Broken emotionally, and incarcerated while mourning the loss of his friend, Shanes’ life was lost the moment Alastair’s was. Of the two,  Alistair’s,  memory will be preserved in time and resonates with the memories of loss and tragedy. While Shane lives each day having to bear the thought of his friends’ blood on his hands.


IR MAY 1st

We are in chapter 5 from The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. Cinna arrives in the room, Katniss is surprised by how natural he looks.  Most stylists in the Capitol dye their hair, skin, or opt for plastic surgery that makes them unrecognizable. The only thing that seems altered on him is the metallic gold eyeliner that he wears. Cinna compliments Katniss’s hairstyle as he takes her in. He reveals that he actually volunteered to take District 12—usually a stylist’s last choice—but he doesn’t say why. They have a short conversation about Prim and he is ready to make her look stunning.

” A few hours later, I am dressed in what will either be the most sensational or the deadliest costume in the opening ceremonies. I’m in a simple black unitard that covers me from ankle to neck. Shiny leather boots lace up to my knees. But it’s the fluttering cape made of streams of orange, yellow, and red and the matching headpiece that defines this costume. Cinna plans to light them on fire just before our chariot rolls into the streets. ” (p. 38) 

Cinna puts together a fabulous costume for the opening ceremonies with “real” flames. Cinna knows this will drag everybody’s attention on her. It is important the crowd’s reactions and Katniss causing a great sensation.“I want the audience to recognize you when you’re in the arena,” says Cinna dreamily. “Katniss, the girl who was on fire.” (p.40) Cinna makes a spectacular fiery outfit for her debut in the opening ceremonies. The question I made in my head once I read this, is: How is the public image that Cinna is crafting for Katniss different from who she really is?

Chapter 6 ends when Peeta and Katniss return indoors and say goodnight. When Katniss enters the room she wants to apologize to the red-haired girl, but she remembers she isn’t allowed to talk to an Avox. The girl avoids Katniss’s eyes, and Katniss feels ashamed that she didn’t try to help the girl in the woods.

“What’s an Avox?” I ask stupidly.

“Someone who committed a crime. They cut her tongue so she can’t speak,” says Haymitch. “She’s probably a traitor of some sort. Not likely you’d know her.” (p. 23-24)

Traitors to the government have their tongues cut out and become servants called Avoxes.

Katniss feels like a hypocrite because she just sat there and watched as the girl was captured, much like the Capitol audience will sit and watch her suffer in the Hunger Games in a couple of days.





Within life, we are often faced with making choices. Our choices control what happens throughout our day. They are continually there to keep us thinking. Sometimes even a simple choice can make us overthink things.

People often struggle with making the right choices in life. We frequently try to do what’s best for ourselves and not for others. Choices can show what kind of person we are. My cousins sometimes invite me to parties. However, choosing if I should go or not is always difficult. Whether or not I choose to go, the outcome of my choice can show the type of person I am inside. Either insecure or outgoing.

I have learned that the choices we make can easily change our lives. We have to understand that even the smallest choices we make can change the way we think, feel, and view what happens throughout our day. Our friends play an important role in our lives. Friends can influence you to make the right or wrong choice. You must understand that the choice is always yours to make. Surrounding yourself with individuals who care about you and are reliable are real friends. Real friends care about your feelings. They will always be there for you when times are rough because they know you will do the same. In life, we will be faced with making difficult choices. Strive to always make the right choice, for not only yourself but for those you care about.



It really hurts me how people these days don’t care about someone’s feelings. I met someone at Brookes two years ago. We never spoke, once, but in a way when we saw each other, we could tell how the other was feeling. We’d try making each other laugh by cracking stupid jokes with our friends, so the other could overhear and laugh, and this always made my day.

When we started talking a year ago, it was very uncomfortable, because we didn’t know each other that well and were socially awkward. I said something embarrassing once, and every time this thought flashed past my mind, I laughed at myself. We did not converse for months after this. Although we did try to talk sometimes, it was not as fun and relaxing as it used to be.

A few months ago we started talking again. In one week, we spoke about everything we could think of. This ranged from our likes and dislikes, clothing, shoes, food, favourite holiday destinations, universities, sports, family and friends, etc. We made so many memories and our talks were really entertaining. I always think that if someone overheard our conversations, they’d think we were crazy and belonged in an asylum. We told each other our problems, and acted like therapists, our advice and ideas went through the roof, they were either extremely helpful and knowledgeable or extremely funny and foolish.

I wrote about this because this is one of the best friendships I have ever seen in my life. This is a reminder that everyone deserves a friend who will understand them and stick with them through thick and thin. So find yourself a friend who will be there for you no matter the circumstance, and someone who can be the most mature yet the most childish person you’ll ever meet.


Writing to me

 Writing and I have a love-hate relationship. Half of the time I find I enjoy writing, and then the other half of the time I always end up finding myself stuck or, out of ideas. Now it’s not like I have just run out of things I could technically write about, it’s just whether or not who I’m writing to or about will care about what I’m saying. I don’t think that it’s me being worried about how people think or judge me when they read something I write but if I write about something very specific. Such as a certain car motor, which I have. Then I’m almost hoping that someone reading it actually cares or knows about what I’m talking about to be able to understand it better. This is one of the reasons I always find very little motivation to write for long or even short periods of time. Being lazy also definitely plays into that issue as well.

I do notice that once I do start writing I find it entertaining if it’s about something Relevant and meaningful. Another thing I enjoy about writing is trying to make it sound like yourself. Sometimes when I’m reading someone’s writing who I know personally, I’m able to relate what they’re saying to real life since it sounds just like something they would say in person. This makes the writing so much easier to understand and relate too. 

If I’m honest about my initial reaction to a writing assignment it’s usually followed by a sigh. Once I start I enjoy writing, but most other times I just feel like I’m producing garbage with zero meaning. I hope that my writing improves and I become more gravitated toward the idea of doing it. I do feel some progress this year in the feeling of looking forward to writing. 


April 21st – PW. My passion for sport cars.

Since I was a kid I had the opportunity to get in some sports cars my dad owned. When I first went into the car I was loving the amount of buttons the car had. I loved the sound that the cars did when they turned on, it was so loud! My dad has always loved cars, so when he was 21 he decided to buy his first sports car, a Ferrari Testarossa. It was astonishing! It had a street red paint that made it look perfect.

By the time I was wrowing up my dad kept taking me into rides with him in the cars. I just loved the adrenaline that you develop when you pass +190 km/h. When I was 10, I started karting a lot, it was my favorite hobby. This stopped until I had 13, it was my first time that I could drive a true sports car for the first time, a Porsche Carrera 911s.


PW – April 21 – Overthinking

If you don’t overthink situations, you’re lucky. Here’s why. 

I was in the middle of getting dressed, when I remembered it. A moment that happened months ago, that still makes my entire body recoil. I squeezed my eyes shut, and tried to forget. I tried to think of anything else. But no matter how  hard I tried, I couldn’t get that unpleasant thought out of my head. 

I try to use distractions to keep my mind occupied, but in isolation that’s challenging. When I was younger, this occured most at night. Right as I would try to fall asleep, my mind would go haywire. Bouncing from one thought to another, whether that be negative or simply distracting. I would try to clear my mind, but as seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into hours, my thoughts were still racing. I developed a strategy. I would think of positive thoughts and people, and I would repeat them to myself. I would say my dogs’ names in a loop. Or recite the lyrics to my favorite song. But as I got older, my thoughts got stronger, and this technique stopped being effective. 

At times, this trait can  be beneficial. I believe it adds attention to detail in my schoolwork, because I genuinely care about how hard I try and how well I do. On top of that, I focus more on how the people around me are feeling, and I try to be considerate based on that. I think this quality makes me more attentive  and aware, which I’m thankful for. Furthermore, I often think about really positive experiences, which boosts my mood. Despite the positives, overthinking can be truly negative. I end up dwelling on a bad grade, a negative interaction, and how I appear to others (physically and personally). I tend to assume others’ opinions, even though I know that what someone thinks about me isn’t my business. I’m working on accepting that.


You are a jack of all trades (PW April 21)

You are a jack of all trades. If we lived together, you can cook, clean and manage better than me. Unlike me, you are witty, and I like your fast reflexes, though you say it gives you headaches. You are superior, and you know it. You know enough to scold me for my mistakes, but you don’t know enough to spare me and let me learn. You influence me, but not enough for me to realize the pain to be you. You are mature, but not enough to be responsible. You are cruel, but not enough for me to heal. 

I am the complete opposite. I never shed layers, I am just a clump of something, which you have so commonly shamed me for. In comparison, you really are a jack of all trades, but more like a treasure box, though you scowl when I call you that. 


PW: Apr. 21 (Arlynne– Region Overview[pt. 2])

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Lere, located in Northern Arlynne, is a dark, mist-enveloped land that serves as a centre for the highest of noble politicking and lowest of bastardy thieving. The Leren court is renowned for its lavish masquerade balls and sprawling illegal underground. A tradition among many nobles it to send their newly matured children on an expedition to the Leren court, giving them a chance to prove themselves. If the noble fledgling has the cunning to avoid being taken for ransom by the Illicits (the colloquial term for members of the Leren underground) and the etiquette to successfully maneuver through a Leren masquerade without causing great disgrace to their family, they are permitted to return home and claim a title. The thick fog that crawls across each city street and forest trail in Lere gives the entire region an air of depression.

Cylik is a mountainous region with little political presence, yet enormous resource significance. This contradiction can only be attributed to the nature of those who inhabit the peaks. More specifically, the nature of dwarves. With an absence of any interest whatsoever in courtly politics, the Cylikians devote themselves purely to the mastery of their work. They take pride in their craftsmanship and clan loyalty. Visitors to Cylik are always welcome, provided they bring with them ale to share, coin to spend, and a jovial attitude. Many halflings choose to reside alongside the dwarves in the mountain settlements of Cylik, making a traveler as likely to be greeted by tiny hands and cheery smiles as sturdy dwarven clansmen, though the region is still recognized as a dwarf-owned territory.

Temur’rin is the capital of Arlynne, located directly at its centre. The sprawling city is made up of five tiers, the innermost being the Mydel court, surrounded by the aristocratic residential and commercial district, then the commoner’s residential and commercial district (including the merchant square), the shanties (a heap of tiny shacks stacked one atop another, painted in sewage and poverty), and lastly, on the outskirts, the farms. Temur’rin is one of the largest and most densely populated cities, and few Arlysh citizens live their entire lives without visiting it at least once.  There are barely any services or goods that you can’t find there.


PW April 21st

What do you see as the biggest problem facing people your age today?

Teenagers face real problems on a daily basis. They are exposed to some overwhelming external and internal struggles. Teens go through and are expected to have hormonal changes, puberty, social and parental forces, work and school pressures, as well as encountering many conditions and problems. Many teens feel misunderstood. It is vital that their feelings and thoughts are validated and that the validation comes from their parents.

I would say these are some common problems that teenagers face today:
Self-Esteem and Body Image
Drinking and Smoking
Teen Pregnancy
Eating Disorders

I would like to focus on one issue that unfortunately is the one I’ve seen the most among my friends and some people I know.

Self-Esteem and Body Image
Teenagers face with numerous body changes. Some teenagers feel too fat, too skinny, too tall, too short, etc. This feeling leads them to spend time wishing they were not too skinny, too short, their hair was not too curly or vice versa. The problem with this feeling is that it affects their self-image. When they do not like something in themselves, they have self-esteem and body image problems. They also perceive others, particularly schoolmates, to view them as they view themselves. Puberty changes tempt teenagers to compare themselves with people around them and when they find they do not match their standards, they feel low. They also compare themselves with those seen on TV, in movies, and in magazines. Teenagers who experience negative comments about their appearances, the way they talk, etc stuff also develop poor self-esteem and body image.

I always try to help everyone (they don’t have to be my friends necessarily) to love and accept their images just as it is. Everyone is different and unique in their own way.


April 7 PW

I went back to Taiwan a few days after I left Brookes for spring break. It’s been over a year since I’ve set foot on Taiwan, and it surprised me how much the country changed in such a small time. At first, I didn’t even realize how close I was to my house until I got there. Many of the shops were replaced by other shops, so I couldn’t navigate around my neighborhood as easily as before. After a few days, I met up with my friends to catch up. We went to different restaurants and the mall to eat and purchase different things. Even though I haven’t seen my friends in such a long time, not much has changed. I still got along great with them. It feels like I never left the country. I was afraid to leave my whole life to go to a country I’ve never studied at. It was hard to get used to life in Canada at first, but I gradually got used to it. I’m glad I left my home country to experience the culture here in Canada.


April 15th, IRJ

In The Catcher In The Rye by J.D Salinger, Holden’s character comes off as incredibly negative and tiresome person for others to have to deal with. To his friends, if you could even call them that,  they probably see Holden just as annoying as a baby Huskey. Constantly barking at you about every little thing, and then getting even more loud and irritating when you give them the attention.  Holden is also constantly lying and making up stories about others or just himself. This shows that Holden has a very shallow personality and that he cannot be trusted with just about anything, other than guaranteeing that he is going to get on somebody’s nerve sometime soon. Holden will lie to just about anything to just about anyone. 

“May I ask your name dear? “Rudolf Schmit” I told her. I didn’t feel like giving her my whole life history. Rudolf Schmi was the name of the janitor of our dwarm. ” Do you like Pencey?” she asked. “Pencey? It’s not too bad. It’s not a paradise or anything, but it as good as other schools. Some of the faculty are pretty conciencious.” “Ernest just adores it” “I know he does” I said. Then I started shooting old crap around a little bit.  “He adapts himself really well to things. I mean he really does. I mean he really knows how to adapt himself.” “do you think so.” She sounded interested as hell.

This quote is from a conversation with one of the Holdens classmates mothers on a bus.  Now holden could have gone about this conversation with honesty which is not a very hard thing to do in a regular daily conversation. But instead, he went ahead and lied about what his name was and that he thought Pencey was an alright school. he carries on lying about other things such as the reason he is leaving. He is leaving because he is going to stay in a hotel instead of school. But he told her that he was going to have a surgery on a brain tumor he has. Reading about this makes me frustrated. I find it hard to understand why Holden makes life so hard for himself in just about every way possible.


IRJE – April 15 – Pride and Prejudice

In Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, Mr. Darcy’s character is quite difficult to identify. The first impression he leaves on the protagonist, Elizabeth Bennet, is certainly negative. He insults her honour, which leads everyone to believe that he has far too much pride to be agreeable. However, when Elizabeth comes to Netherfield (Mr. Bingley’s residence) to nurse her sister back to health, Mr. Darcy starts to act differently. He begins to notice things about her, such as her beautiful eyes and her lively spirit. Although Mr. Darcy seems to be filled with pride of his accomplishments, and prejudice toward people of a lower social standing, he starts to seem… nice. Elizabeth often catches him looking at her, and he tries to engage in conversation. Despite the poor impression he originally makes on her, he is recovering fairly well. Unfortunately, when Elizabeth speaks to Mr. Wickham, who is essentially like a second son to Mr. Darcy’s father, her impression of Mr. Darcy becomes as negative as ever.

“I had not thought Mr. Darcy so bad as this—though I have never liked him, I had not thought so very ill of him. I had supposed him to  be despising his fellow-creatures in general, but did not suspect him of descending to such malicious revenge, such injustice, such inhumanity as this.” (p. 74)

Prior to this, Mr. Wickham tells Elizabeth something terrible about Mr. Darcy. Mr. Wickham claims he was so beloved by Mr. Darcy’s father, that when the father passed away, he was meant to receive a portion from his will (even though they are not related). Mr Wickham tells Elizabeth that Mr. Darcy used a loophole in his recently departed father’s will, to maliciously take Mr. Wickham’s share from him. My hopes for Mr. Darcy depleted as I read this.  Before then, I genuinely liked his character! He did leave a negative first impression. However, I find that relationships are most intriguing when they start in that manner. If the characters previously disliked or hated one another, the relationship is unanticipated, and usually quite passionate. The relationship between Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth hasn’t developed at this point, because she truly dislikes him. And honestly… I can see why. As Mr. Wickham illustrates Mr. Darcy’s character, there is absolutely no detail that reflects positively on him. As I read on, the novel begins to reflect that it isn’t actually Mr. Darcy’s character that’s this flawed, but it’s the portrayal. Mr. Wickham is sabotaging his image, which leaves me wondering, did Mr. Darcy deserve this? Perhaps his character is what I thought, and perhaps Mr. Wickham is the true antagonist of this story…


IR April 15th

The Hunger Games by “Suzane Collins”

The next morning at breakfast, they are once again served an abundance of rich foods. Haymitch continues to drink, and when Katniss asks him for some advice for the Games, he just tells her to stay alive. Peeta knocks the glass from his hand, and Haymitch punches him. Katniss, then, drives her knife into the table, just barely missing Haymitch’s fingers. Haymitch is pleasantly surprised, asking if he’s got some fighters this year. He keeps Peeta from putting ice on his jaw, telling him that the bruise will make others think that he got into a fight with another tribute before the Games, something that is against the rules.

Haymitch makes a deal with them, promising that he will remain sober enough to help them. His next piece of advice is to let their stylists do whatever they want to them, not to resist.

I realize I detest Haymitch. No wonder the District 12 tributes never stand a chance. It isn’t just that we’ve been underfed and lack training. Some of our tributes have still been strong enough to make a go of it. But we rarely get sponsors and he’s a big part of the reason why. The rich people who back tributes—either because they’re betting on them or simply for the bragging rights of picking a winner—expect someone classier than Haymitch to deal with.

The best-looking tributes usually get more sponsors. People in the Capitol have an unrealistic appearance. Their looks have been altered. It’s difficult to see who and what people really are.

When they reach the Capitol, Peeta and Katniss stare out the window at the wealth — the shiny cars, the paved streets, the well-fed people in all of their bright clothes and makeup and hair. As the people turn to look at the tribute train coming in, Katniss is disgusted by their excitement, how eager they are to see them die. Peeta, on the other hand, waves and smiles, and says that some of them may be rich.

There it is. It’s huge! It’s incredible.
[as the train is pulling to a stop they see crowd of people waiting outside cheering them, Peeta smiles and waves at them, he turns to Katniss to join him]

The chapter ends on this note, with Peeta waving and smiling to the people watching their train, hoping to get some sponsors, causing Katniss to distrust him even more and believe that he is doing all that he can to kill her.

Katniss continues to struggle with how she feels about Peeta. She second-guesses everything that he does, worrying that all of his actions are motivated by his desire to win. She thinks that he might be acting out of kindness, which is more dangerous to her since she knows she won’t be able to kill a kind Peeta Mellark.



IRJE: April 15 (The Hero of Ages)

In the Hero of Ages, book three of the Mistborn trilogy by Brandon Sanderson, the world of Scadrial is ruled over by two opposing gods, Ruin, the god of change, and Preservation, the god of stability. For aeons, they were at an impasse, with neither one able to achieve their full goal. Thus, Scadrial was too left in between, with each being possessing equal amounts of chaos and stability inside of them.

Preservation’s desire to create sentient life was what eventually broke the stalemate. In order to give mankind awareness and independent thought, Preservation knew that he would have to give up a part of himself–his own soul–to dwell within mankind. This would leave him just a tiny bit weaker than his opposite, Ruin. . . Preservation got mankind, the only creations that had more Preservation than Ruin rather than a balance. Independent life that could think and feel. (pp. 483-484).

In this passage, it is stated that humans have a part of Preservation inside of them, making them the only being on Scadrial to not be completely balanced between chaos and stability. It is implied that two of the things that make mankind a creation of Preservation are their abilities to think and feel. I find both of these ideas–that humans are beings more of perpetuation than change and that a reason for this is the ability to think and feel–questionable at best.

Firstly, quite obviously every creature has the ability to feel. I considered that perhaps there are not animals on Scadrial, as they are rarely ever mentioned and the conditions of the world would theoretically make it quite hard for many of them to survive. However, wolfhounds and other such creatures are referred to in the novel, if sparingly. In any case, it is unquestionable that feeling is not unique to the human race.

More importantly though, feeling and thinking, in my mind, are in no way attributes of stagnation and stability. Emotion combined with the ability to process and ponder is one of the most chaotic things in this world. In some ways, beings that lack consciousness are in a perpetual state of meditation. The average life of a person is a tornado of disorder and complication compared to the life of an animal. Many of the people who represent calmness to us are those that actively try to put everything out of their minds: monks. Naturally, humans are beings of what Ruin represents– chaos. In Mistborn, Ruin’s goal is to eventually destroy the world. I dare say if Ruin had seen Earth’s example of what humans can do to a planet, he would have been a thousand times more eager to bring them into Scadrial than Preservation was.


IJRE 15/4/2020 Stormbreaker

In chapter 14 Deep Water, of the book Stormbreaker written by Anthony Horowitz Alex, the spion gets  uncuffs by Vole  and they argue for a while, but she tells him to trust her. Then they go looking for a phone to call Blunt but she tricks him. She pushes a button and he falls with the jellyfish. Vole and Grin taunt Alex for a while and tell him the record for being with the jellyfish is 5.5 hours. Alex almost get stung by the jellyfish, but remembers his zit cream and puts it on metal that holds up the glass. The glass explodes and the Jellyfish land on Vole. An Alarm goes off, nd he sees he only has 1 hour, and he sees the plane take off. Alex makes a plan to get to the plane on time. Alex had a very good training, because he is able to think logical in dangerous situations and he doesn’t get really in panic in dangerous situations.  This demonstrate the next citation:

“Alex—” “What do you want?” Alex recoiled away from heras she leaned over him. Then there was a click, and tohis astonishment, his hands came free. She had un-locked the handcuffs! He stood up, wondering whatwas going on. “Listen to me,” Vole said. The words were tumbling quickly and softly out of her yellow-painted lips.“We do not have much time. I am here to help you. Iworked with your uncle—Herr Rider.” Alex staredat her in surprise. “Yes. I am on the same side as you.” “But nobody told me—” “It was better for you not to know.” “But . . .” Alex was confused. “I saw you with thesubmarine. You knew what Sayle was doing . . .” “There was nothing I could do. Not then. It’s toohard for me to explain. We don’t have the time to ar-gue. You want to stop him or no?” “I need to find a phone.” “All the phones in the house are coded. You can-not use them. But I have a mobile in my office.” “Then let’s go.” Alex was still suspicious. If Nadia Vole had knownso much, why hadn’t she tried to stop Sayle before?On the other hand, she had released him—and Mr.Grin would be back any minute. He had no choice butto trust her. He followed her out of the room, aroundthe corner, and up a flight of stairs to a landing witha statue of a naked woman, some Greek goddess, inthe corner. Vole paused for a moment, resting herhand against the statue’s arm. “What is it?” Alex asked. “I feel dizzy. You go on. It’s the first door on theleft.” Alex went past her, along the landing. Out of thecorner of his eye, he saw her press down on thestatue’s arm. The arm moved . . . a lever. By the timehe knew he had been tricked, it was too late. He yelledout as the floor underneath him swung around on ahidden pivot. He tried to stop himself falling, but therewas nothing he could do. He crashed onto his backand slid down through the floor and into a black plas-tic tunnel, which corkscrewed beneath him. As hewent, he heard Nadia Vole laugh triumphantly, andthen he was gone, desperately trying to find a hold onthe sides, wondering what would be at the end of hisfall. Five seconds later he found out. The corkscrewspat him out. He fell briefly through the air andsplashed into cold water. For a moment he wasblinded, fighting for air. Then he rose to the surfaceand found himself in a huge glass tank filled with wa-ter and rocks. That was when he realized, with hor-ror, exactly where he was. Vole had deposited him in the tank with the giantjellyfish. (p. 191)

I was pretty suprised by this, because I thought that this maybe change the whole book, but it was very clever by Nadine to do that. I think Alex was pretty intelligent to use that cream to go out of this aquarium.  I would be so excited that I couldn’t even think about a Cream that helps you in that situation.


Dragon’s Egg

In Dragon’s Egg, written by Sarah L. Thomson, we follow the life of a young dragon keeper named Mella, this character is a good representation of a brave and fearless young woman. One day Mella came across a cave. Within the cave, there was a small but bright fire that was created by a dragon. A dragon’s egg had been placed upon the fire, surrounded by coals. Mella had heard stories in the past, about huge fire-breathing dragons. However, the size of the egg could not compare to the eggs of the smaller dragons she took care of at her family’s restaurant.

“It was black and glossy, large enough that she had to cradle it in two hands, and so hot she could feel it even through the dragonhide. Was it just a rock worn smooth by the water in the stream? It must be. But even so, it was beutiful. Fascinated, Mella watched as colors seemed to shift and swim beneath the dark surface–pine green, molten red, the deep blue of a sky on a clear day when the last light is fading. She’d found a treasure in the cave after all.” (p. 25).

I find this quote significant because even though Mella was on her own she still went into the cave. Finding what looked like a dragon egg did not frighten her. It only made her more curious. I believe that with Mella finding the Dragon’s Egg, it helped show us the kind of character she was. A brave and strong young woman.   


April 7th, PW. Summer

Summer is one of my favorite seasons of the year, and here is why.

In summer I always follow a family tradition that is going to Spain, arriving in Spain we always take a train that takes us to the city and then some of my father’s friends will be waiting for us. When I arrive I’m really happy because I see al my “Summer Friends” that live in the same place as I do.  Usually, the next day, we all meet up in a bar, in total, we are about 15. Summer in Spain is really fun because is a really safe place and you can do whatever you want. One of my favorite activities to do is mountain cycling and driving. When summer is finishing is the time to say bye to everyone and wait until December or the next Summer arrives.


My Average Day

Everyone has a morning routine that they repeat every day and usually rarely changes. Now if I’m being honest I’m running out of things to write about for personal writing,  if this seems random that’s why. So I’m going to tell you guys I do when I wake up each and every morning. 

I set my alarm for 7:45 every night. When I wake up at that time I usually just lay in bed for ten minutes debating the meaning of life, or something to do with food. Then at around eight o clock I’ll get out of bed and go have a shower for about 7 minutes. After I get out of the shower, I go and use some skin care products for my face. I use skincare products every morning, and it very important. If I don’t use it my acne flares right up within a couple of hours. I’ll walk downstairs around 8:15 for breakfast. I always have the same cereal but I put fruit in it every time such as Strawberry’s, Mango’s and banana’s. I always eat a banana after the cereal to keep it healthy. 

I then run to the bathroom once again, to dunk my head in the water and put the tiniest bit of gel in the front of my hair. I just started doing this at the beginning of spring break to keep my hair curly. I noticed that when I grew my hair out it would start to get curly, I just didn’t like my hair in front of my face, due to the fact of it being so long. Now its no surprise my hair gets curly. If you have ever met mom you would know. But when I just put I little gel in the front it stays curly all day, and it doesn’t get all crusty like some gels. 

Once done getting ready I go upstairs to my desk. School starts at 8:30 and ends at 12:30. School nowadays is weird since its all online and never in person.some classes don’t work through Microsoft teams and we just do the work that’s posted on manage bac. So we have to teach ourselves almost in the way sometimes. Now we can get in contact with teachers for help but still, it’s not the same. Although overall I’m surprised at how smooth it is going for most people, I mean it’s not ideal but it could be a lot worse. So we just gotta keep our heads up. 


IJRE Stormbreaker 21/3/2020

In chapter 11 “Dozmary Mine”  of Alex Rider Stormbreaker, written by Anthony Horowitz, Alex went to the Port Tallon libary. The librarian told him that his uncle wanted to read a book on computer viruses and a book on Cornwall history. When he studied the book he realized that  the diagram matched the map his uncle had left and that there was a mine under Sayle Enterprises. Alex went to the store and bought supplies and headed to the mine to explore it.

Alex, a professional spy can also do sometimes mistakes, because he is also only a human.

He came to a tangle of iron and wire: some sort of machine, long ago buried and forgotten. He climbed over it too quickly, cutting his leg on a piece of jagged metal. He stood still for a few seconds, forcing himself to slow down. He knew he musn’t panic. He forced himself to think. If you panic, you’ll get lost. (P.156)

I like this scene, because I see in that that also a professional spy can make mistakes and everybody is not doing always everything perfect.


Longing – April 7th Personal Writing

The Maldives- The country of blues. I have always wanted to go deep-sea diving, so I thought, which place could be better than the Maldives. It is a chain of 1192 islands, located south-west of Sri Lanka and India, in the Indian Ocean. The Maldives is known for its environmental beauty, water sports, and laid back beaches. The deep-sea diving sessions include watching the vibrant coral reefs, swimming between sea turtles and reef fishes. The Maldivian culture is incredible, its eye-catching folk dancing is often held on the beach.  I wish to go to the Maldives for a relaxing vacation. Waking up and having a refreshing breakfast, going for a swim, or doing some watersports, and enjoying sleeping on the beaches with seaside dining, it would be the most delightful vacation.


PW: Apr. 7 (Arlynne– Region Overview[pt. 1])

Ranging from vast empty deserts to mountainous peaks, Arlynne is a continent known for diversity in not only terrain, but also inhabitants. Visitors of any race can find kinsmen in Arlynne, whether they be one-off individuals living in the richly populated trading hubs, or entire clans of relatives inhabiting traditional territories.

The Mydel monarchy presides over the High-Lords and High-Ladies who rule different Arlysh regions. Some of the most well known regions in Arlynne are the Ascer Flats, the Faerwyven Woods, Lere, Cylik, and most importantly, the capital, Temur’rin.

*What follows is an account of regions as they are perceived in mass, not necessarily as they are in reality. 

The Ascer flats are an expansive desert wasteland on the southern-most border of Arlynne. The Vaeden sea lays just beyond them, though few venture far enough into the desert to reach it. If solely the perpetual blaze of the sun doesn’t sufficiently deter would-be travelers, the frequent sandstorms and lack of any reason whatsoever to visit the flats provide more than abundant disincentive. Only one settlement can be found in the barren expanse: a village inhabited by the Asceri. The Asceri are a bedouin people who devote their lives to the study of the mind. They generally fall outside of the usual hierarchical workings, and are left alone by the monarchy. Not much further is known to the general public, as few ever voyage into or out of their village.

The Faerwyven Woods are a forested region roughly in the centre of Western Arlynne. Inhabited in majority by elves, the forest is said to be unusually close to the Feywild. Countless stories have been told of fey creatures emerging from the foliage to play tricks on, assist, or terrorize travelers in Faerwyven. Most of the settlements in the woods are elven hunting villages. The aspects most notable in the region are the Silvenrre River and the Castle of Dawn. The Silvenrre River is a wide waterway which gleams during the night with a silver light often compared to that of the moon, acting as a beacon of hope for lost adventurers. The Castle of Dawn is a small yet exceptionally imperious and elegant fortress which houses the High-Lord and High-Lady of the Faerwyven Woods.

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PW: April 7

I like E-learning. The truth is, I never felt more comfortable learning from home. I don’t mind people; I love seeing teachers and classmates around. It’s the classroom that gets me. I’ve been finding the best position to sit still in class for all of my life, and I always end up being uncomfortable. Nothing ever works; my body parts just can’t seem to find their place. The tablet-chairs at the school aren’t helping either. They require extra attention to balance when sitting on them. But those are just my own complaints. Now I am slowly becoming nostalgic for school. I have no problem staying at home forever, I deal with quarantine just fine. But school is a completely different experience that nothing can compare to. It’s not necessarily a good experience, and definitely not a bad one; it’s just extremely special.


April 7th – PW

If you could go back in time, to when you were 10 years old what would you tell yourself?

If I was able to go back in time to when I was the age of 10, there would be many things I would tell myself, to prepare me for the future. However, to be honest, I’m not sure my 10-year-old self would listen to me.

The first thing I would tell myself would be to focus on school. When I was 10 years old, I went to a school called Selkirk Montessori. At the time I was in grade 4. I remember myself as being kind, active and talkative back then. But I didn’t take school so seriously. Which is why I didn’t do so well in school. That is why I would tell myself to work harder in class because hard work does pay off. In my belief, you can do anything if you work hard to achieve it. Telling myself this in Grade 4 would have probably helped me to develop my skills as a learner and get better grades in the process. Making both my parents and my teachers proud of me. Nowaday’s, I feel joy when I make my parents proud of me for doing good in school. I just feel that if I was to have taken school more seriously when I was younger, then I would have felt more joy often…

The second thing I would tell myself would be to read more often. In my old school, we would get chances to go to the library with the class and have silent reading time. I enjoyed going to the library when I was younger because it was a quiet and comfortable place outside of the classroom. Where I could relax and read whatever I wanted. I liked reading comic books, books about dinosaurs and short storybooks. Every moment I spent in my old school’s library I enjoyed. Within the last five minutes we had inside the library, we were allowed to pick out a book we wanted to read at home. Of course, I would pick a book that seemed easy enough to read that had lots of pictures. While some of my other friends were picking out chapter books like Harry Potter. I don’t know why, but I never challenged myself when I was younger to read chapter books. Reading is important for helping you to develop your skills in writing, creative thinking and so much more! This is what I would tell myself in grade 4 to get me to read more often. Nowadays, I don’t have so much free time compared to my earlier years as a student. In the free time I had when I was younger, instead of talking with my friends, I could have been reading a book and improving my English skills in the process. The thing is, I still like reading books that have pictures, but I now prefer chapter books over other types of books.

The third and final thing I would tell myself would be to spend more time with the people I care about. Thinking about people I care about I would say, my friends, my teachers and my family. A lot of my friends from my old school I have not seen in a while. Time sure does go by fast. This is why spending as much time with those you love is important for you to build life long connections with them. I would tell my 10-year-old self that life isn’t just fun and games. It’s more than that. I have only started to understand that now, and I wish I could have grasped that in the earlier stages of my life. Now, I may not get the chance to see people I genuinely care about for a long time. I will only regret this mistake in my life. A mistake that may or may not ever be satisfied.