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The story....
Monday, October 29, 2007 x 9:38 PM
Dear people,
I hardly know what to write, to be honest. Let's just talk about my sister's compositions. It happened that she told me to read her stories she wrote and tell her whether I understood, because some person, who happened to read and grade her, didn't understand what she wrote. I took the paper, and it was like... questions after every paragraph, which tells us obviously, that she didn't get anything from the story.
Anyways, so I took the paper and began to read. And knowing it's me, I commented on every single word she wrote haha. And boy.... she got so irritated that she almost threw a book to me lol. But anyways, that wasn't the point. I read through the story for like... 3 times as I wasn't paying attention at the first nor the second. So I had to RE-read..
The style she wrote was verrrry abstract. Needs a little extra intelligence to actually figure out what she's trying to say. The way she described the place, you wouldn't really get it at first. You need to read on. But well, I guessed correctly at first - which was a jail - and I told her but she didn't say whether I was correct or not. But the description of the first page was pretty obvious. The iron bars, and a huge bulky man standing watching them doing whatever stuff that they were doing. But as I flipped the second page and continued reading, oh boy!!! There was a pregnant lady!! o.O Which gave birth after a few paras. I started to argue to myself in my head. Gave birth? They can possibly be at a hospital and that her description of the "jail" was how the people were feeling. Hospital or jail?
In the end, I made up my choice. And answered... Hospital!
Wrong! My first guess was correct. But at least Iwas correct. =p
Well, that person (don't wanna mention any names) who marked my sister's composition really didn't get it. She kept on marking my sister's essay with a whole bunch of questions after questions.
My last moon. A teeny weeny part of the essay.
"Why last moon? Are they leaving?" She asked.
They're dying you, idiot! I answered in my head.
My God! I sound so mean. XD Well, but yeah! I'm tellin ya. She wrote questions... after questions...
I don't know what else to write. The point is, she didn't get the story. And that was why she didn't like the story. Oh! What a reason! XD
Anyhoo... I have to go. Eyes are beginning to shut. But I'm still a bit hyper lol. Ciao!
