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13 June, 2010
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How to write a good essay?
- Study the topic or the question given carefully.
- Write down any key words or phrases that can be associated with the topic. Look at the key words and try to expand your ideas using the key words.
- Think of the plot (your main idea) based on the topic or the sentences.
- Next , decide on the characters of your story. Remember to have only 1 or 2 main characters.
- Now, write your story based on your plot. To make your essay interesting , imagine the story taking place in your mind.
- Describe the characters or the plot more interestingly and in details as you picture them.
- Read your essay to check that your essay has an good opening interesting details and a good closing.
- Proofread your essay for any grammatical and spelling mistakes .
11 June, 2010
Fifth Formers’ Woes
The mad woman
I walk a kilometre or so to school every morning. Sometimes I come across a mad woman dressed in a dark dirt:, sari. She probably had not had a bath for years. Her hair is matted, teeth stained red with betel-nut and eyes blood-shot with the look of madness. I always keep my distance from her for my own safety for I cannot be sure what she will do flex: Also she smells terrible up close.
It is never pleasant when I see her standing by the roadside. She is by no means violent but she has the nasty habit of following people who pass by. Normally when I see her I cross over to the other side of the road just to avoid her Usually that works. Sometimes she crosses the road too. So run. Fortunately she cannot run very fast and gives up after while.
One morning, as I crossed the road to avoid her, she tried to cross too. I started to run. She started to run too but. tripped on her sari. She fell down hard on the road and lay there in a heap. I wanted to keep running but I saw that she was in great danger of being run over by a car. So I ran over her to pull her to the roadside.
As much as I disliked it, I had to help her. The other passers-by did not seem to bother. So I held my breath as I pull her by her arms towards the roadside. By now people and cars had stopped to watch. No one helped but at last I managed to drag her to safety.
She opened her eyes and gave me a smile. I could only stare at her dumbly. Then I turned and hurried to school to wash my hands.
Nowadays I cycle to school. It is much faster this way. Also I do not have to contend with the mad woman again
The haunted house
Everyone says that the old house at the end of the road is haunted. It used to be the residence of a rich family but now none of them would stay there. So the house is vacant and not cared for. The compound is filled with overgrown weed and grass.
My friend Jack and I decided to find out once and for all if what people said about the house was true. So one evening, we bravely entered the house and prepared to spend the night there. We brought along a powerful torch-light, two sleeping-bags, some food and drinks, and a portable stereo set.
The early part of the night was no trouble at all. We sat on our sleeping-bags and listened to our favourite music.
Twelve midnight came. We felt a bit sleepy. So we switched off the stereo set and crawled into our sleeping-bags. However sleep was impossible. There seemed to be a heavy atmosphere hanging around us. The darkness was oppressive and there was a strange soft whining noise coming from upstairs.
We dared not go up to investigate the noise. So we lay quietly in our sleeping-bags and hoped that the noise would go away. But it would not go away.
Actually it got louder and louder. Then it sounded like someone moaning. Jack hurried out of his sleeping-bags and switched on the torch-light. We could see nothing except the walls of the empty living-room we were in.
Suddenly there was a loud crash from upstairs and the moans turned to screams. We screamed too and ran out of the house as fast as we could, leaving behind everything that we had brought. The hair on the back of my head stood on end for hours afterwards.
We never dared to go back into the house, not even in the daytime. My uncle had to go and retrieve the things we had left behind there.
So, is the house haunted? All I can say is that if you want to know, go and find out for yourself.