Ive basicly learned all about making blogs and communication. I learned about safety over the internet and how you cant ever say your last name or school. I learned how to put pictures on blogs as well.

 What would I say to other year 8’s thinking about blogging?

I sometimes find it boring, but its fun to get comments and put comments on your friends blogs. I suppose its fun though overall, and its not hard so its better than just reading from a textbook! Its interesting to look through other peoples blogs and see their veiws on things.

What would you say about using blogging as a way of learning?

I suppose you don’t really learn much from blogging because most of the things you write are just a matter of opinion. You can learn things from other peoples blogs but you can’t be sure that they are telling the truth.

Claire

On Saturday I went shopping with my friends Tegan and Gemma, and Tegans friend Christie, and Gemma’s bf Tommo, and Tommo’s friends Jack and Wes. It was alright, lol we basicly sat outside McDonalds the whole time throwing a ball at randoms.

But Sunday was like the best day eva! I went to Stringybark Festival with my bestie Tania & her friend Zac. I got along with Zac really well and it wasnt at all awkward. Tania painted a catipillar, lol. There were all these cute plaster statues and she chose the catipillar and took about half an hour to paint. I had a really good day.

Love Claire

 We’ve just been given a new assignment in English, but its not due for ages, luckily. Its an argumentative speech. Basicaly the idea is to capture your audience and use language that is persuasive to make them believe what you’re saying.

Im doing mine on the topic “Should university be free” and im taking the approach that it should be. I wanna get started on writting the speech now so Ill leave you all with a line from the best speech in the world (in my opinion)

 ”I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”

                          Martin Luther King           1963

 ♥ Claire

In my eyes a good teacher is encouraging, kind and understanding. They encourage creativity and individuality. I like young teachers because they can relate to you.

I like Mrs Mcleay because she encourages creativity. Her classes are carefree and she usually makes them interesting. Sometimes we just talk all lesson about anything.

 I like Miss McLoud because she’s young and fun. Also she loves lost which is a plus. Lol.

I dislike teachers who don’t let you talk in class and dont understand you. I hate it when they want you to be like everyone else, and try to stifle your creativity and individuality.

OMG OMG OMG JAMIE AND CAMILLA ARE IN THE FINAL OF BIG BROTHER!!! WHOOOOOO HOOOOOO!!! They’ve been my two favourite housemates from the very start so I’m soooo happy its them two in the final.

Hmmmm What else is happening…

I MISS TEGAN!!!!! Tegan is one of my best friends at school and she’s been away in Queensland for over a week and Im starting to get to a point of insanity. I MISS HER!!! Lol “Tegan phone home”         
I am now referred to as Claire’O'Saurus (Dont ask me why, it’s just something funny that Gemma came up with.) And I call Gemma Gemmyshorts. Rachel is Rachiepants, and Tegan is Teggsy (alot of ppl just call her Tex but I call her Tegs or Teggsy.)Im bored now, and Im probably boring you so I’ll just carry on my merry way old chap. Have a jolly good day.

Here’s another poem that I wrote for English, we all had to write a poem about a Weather Warrior. I don’t like this poem as much as ‘This is me’ but I’m still proud of it.

The Weather Warrior
 

It started as a peaceful day,
 

Everyone going along their merry way.
  

The trees would sway, and the sun would sing,
 

Then everyone heard the warning ring…
  

“The Warrior is coming to town!!!”
 

 “He’s going to tear all our buildings down!!!”
  

The sun looked scared, and it stopped singing,
 

All the while the bell kept ringing…
  

All of a sudden, terror descended,
 

And all of the happiness hurriedly ended.
  

He stormed on in, with a scowl on his face,
 

And all the villagers began to race.
 

He pulled out his club, and he pulled out his spear,
 

You can see why the villagers were all in fear.
 

He began his rampage, all the killing and blood,
 

He ruined the dam that brought on the flood.
 

He pulled up the trees, and threw spears at the sun,
 

Everyone cried at the damage he’d done.