Green Eyes

In the language class with Andrea we were given the task of writing a story for our school’s writing competition.

I chose: “I will never forget that day”

                                     

     I will never forget that day, that dark, depressive day. The worst day of my life had begun two weeks ago, on March twelfth 1936. My son and I decided to go hunting for his birthday, it was supposed to be his first time hunting and killing an animal to process it and eat it. He was so excited, I could see it in his big, round, pearly green eyes… sometimes I wish I could have done something to save him…

       It all started when we entered the forest, we were planning on hunting a deer, nothing big. I am an expert at hunting, I easily located a deer’s trail and started tracking it while my son watched me with admiration on his face. It all went downhill from that point. My son said he heard weird noises even maybe due to the wild animals in that forest.  Out of the blue, my son, my son stopped talking so I turned around only to see him being grabbed by the neck by a bulky old man.  Adrenaline kicked in and I rushed towards the man, threatening him with my rifle, although that was futile since he didn’t even flinch. Dizziness flowed through my body as I got closer to them, until I unavoidably passed out.

      I woke back up alone at my house’s doorstep, I quickly got up and saw two weird balls and a note that said “thanks for the delicious meal and happy hunting! I left the left-overs as a gift.” It turned out, that those balls were actually green eyeballs...

We Are What We Wear

Our Language teacher tasked us on writing an essay related to fashion, after watching the movie "The Devil Wears Prada" with our Language and Use of English teacher. The essay had to contain:
-About 180 words.
-Six Conectors.
-One Rhetorical Question.
-Two Metaphors or Similes.

We also had to include the following concepts or words:

                                                           We Are What We Wear

       Clothes, what are clothes? are they a representation of our personality? We are what we wear, and that's a fact, like we breath air we wear clothes, although they may be ridicule or be uncomfortable.

       Now ask yourself, does your mood affect your style and possible options for the clothes you are going to wear the rest of the day? Some may agree, on one hand, peopke who felt sad or depressed wore dark clothes, while on the other hand, the people who felt happy used comfy and colourful clithes which fitted their personality or traits. Another thing that I wanted to write about wais how how pwoplw judge each other by the clothes they wear without taking into consideration theyre feelings, in addition, they might not even know each other. If you are one of these people who judge by their looks, stop right now since you can seriously hurt their feelings. Would you actually want to be judged as much as you judge others? That is a serious problem that our society needs to fix inmediatly. Going back to the clothes affected by our personality, we sometimes wnat to wear some clothes according to our mood, but we can't due to our vocation or jobs, that may force us to wear a standard uniform which can get really uncomfortable or hideous along your working period, also, uniforms, either school uniforms or job uniforms, are known to opress your feelings.
       To sum up, wear whatever you want, when you want, don't judge and if you get judged don't pay any attention, since that is who you are and lastly, don't worry about uniforms, they are just a piece of cloth, so don't worry about it. Because in the end, are clothes essential?