During our study of the Plague in English class, we looked at different types of writing. We discussed eulogies- speeches to be used at funerals. The students wrote eulogies for imaginary friends or family members. Here are some samples of the work we did.
Chris...
We are gathered here today in sadness and in respect of the death of Viliami Vuna Stowers. To be honest, there is nothing in this world that could describe my dear brother Viliami. Viliami was a person who didn’t like going out but instead he liked staying home with my mum and dad.
In the books of Matthew chapter 7 verse 1 to 3 say’s “Judge not, that you be not judge. For with what judgement you judge, you will be judged; and with the measure you use, it will be measured back to you. And why do you look at the speck in your brother’s eye, but do not consider the plank in your eye.”
This verse was Viliami’s favourite bible verse. Viliami was a very bright delightful young man. One day he came up to me and said "If I die, would you care?” Taking those words in was very emotional.
Just a moment before the day he passed away, he said to me "Would you?” I started to tell him how much I would care if he died but I didn't have the chance to, he was gone.
The doctors discovered why he past away. They discovered that Viliami had a flu called the bubonic plague, also known as the black death.
The bubonic plague is an infection of the lymphatic system, usually resulting from the bite of an infected flea. The fleas are often found on rodents, such as rats, and seek out other prey when their rodent hosts die. Once established, bacteria rapidly spread to the lymph nodes and multiply. Yesinia pestis can resist phagocytosis and even reproduce inside phagocytes and kill them.
My last words to my brother is ”May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of his hand.”
Rest in Peace...
Siua ...
Speech
I remember when me and Strance were little kids we use to play pranks on everyone but he used to love my mum. He honestly fell in love with her. It was funny because he fell in love with a old lady. Now that my best friend Strance is gone I don’t know what to do I miss you Strance but we will see each other soon enough.
BIBLE VERSE-JOHN 11:25,26
WHO EVER BELIEVES IN JESUS CHRIST SHALL NOT DIE BUT HAVE EVER LASTING LIFE
SONG – AMAZING GRACE
Friday, April 3, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Year 10 Creative Writing about the Plague - Shilo
10TFe spent some time studying the time of Plague in Europe as their introductory English topic. As part of the formative assessment, they completed some creative writing. We learned about different types of narration, and chose to use first person narration to tell our stories.
THE HELPLESS DOG
I am so helpless, can’t do anything. My body is sore and my owners are aching just as bad.
I was a well loved dog but when the disease hit I was nothing to no-one.
I beg for help but no-one seems to listen, so I set off on my own journey. I hesitate a little as I sneak out the door. I hear screaming I hear torture but worse of all I see a lot of dead people.
Family laying on top of one another forming a pile slowly. Family beside them crying. They will probably cry until they run out of tears, and still you can hear them mourning…
By Shilo Kiro
THE HELPLESS DOG
I am so helpless, can’t do anything. My body is sore and my owners are aching just as bad.
I was a well loved dog but when the disease hit I was nothing to no-one.
I beg for help but no-one seems to listen, so I set off on my own journey. I hesitate a little as I sneak out the door. I hear screaming I hear torture but worse of all I see a lot of dead people.
Family laying on top of one another forming a pile slowly. Family beside them crying. They will probably cry until they run out of tears, and still you can hear them mourning…
By Shilo Kiro
Year 10 Creative Writing about the Plague - Monica
10TFe spent some time studying the time of Plague in Europe as their introductory English topic. As part of the formative assessment, they completed some creative writing. We learned about different types of narration, and chose to use first person narration to tell our stories.
I woke up one rainy morning and heard someone coughing badly so I shouted, “who is that coughing out there?” my mother replied, “It’s me son I have caught the plague.” Oh no I thought to myself. So I quickly got out of bed and slowly opened the door I peeked thought and saw mother in one corner of the lounge.
Suddenly I ran quickly to the bath shower and scrubbed myself before I caught the plague and then quickly got changed and covered my face thoroughly.
I slowly opened the front door and saw people dieing, people coughing, and others dragging dead bodies to the pyre to get the disease to stop spreading.
I shut the door tightly and ran to mum. I told her that everything will be ok. Quietly she said, “No. There is no way you can get rid of the disease.” I said, “Yes! There is man who knows many things about disease and knows the special ingredients to get rid of it. I shall find him.”
I woke up one rainy morning and heard someone coughing badly so I shouted, “who is that coughing out there?” my mother replied, “It’s me son I have caught the plague.” Oh no I thought to myself. So I quickly got out of bed and slowly opened the door I peeked thought and saw mother in one corner of the lounge.
Suddenly I ran quickly to the bath shower and scrubbed myself before I caught the plague and then quickly got changed and covered my face thoroughly.
I slowly opened the front door and saw people dieing, people coughing, and others dragging dead bodies to the pyre to get the disease to stop spreading.
I shut the door tightly and ran to mum. I told her that everything will be ok. Quietly she said, “No. There is no way you can get rid of the disease.” I said, “Yes! There is man who knows many things about disease and knows the special ingredients to get rid of it. I shall find him.”
Year 10 Creative Writing about the Plague - Kolotita
10TFe spent some time studying the time of Plague in Europe as their introductory English topic. As part of the formative assessment, they completed some creative writing. We learned about different types of narration, and chose to use first person narration to tell our stories.
Early this morning I heard someone scream from down stairs. I got up and walked down stairs into the living room where I saw my family laying on each other dead. Crying, I looked at my mum covered with sores .It got scary. I ran out to call for help, but I saw no one in sight. So I ran to my uncle’s house yelling for help. (It wasn’t that far from home.)I ran inside and started crying. He asked me what had happened. I told him everything. He told me to get in the car. We went back to my house. He got out and told me stay in the car. I went under the blanket and started to cry even more. I got up to take a look and my house was on fire. I slowly got out of the car pouring with tears as I watched my house burn to the ground. I just couldn’t believe it. All those great times growing up with my family at home were all gone. All I had left are my memories. After that my uncle told me every thing about this disease. It was called the Plague.
Early this morning I heard someone scream from down stairs. I got up and walked down stairs into the living room where I saw my family laying on each other dead. Crying, I looked at my mum covered with sores .It got scary. I ran out to call for help, but I saw no one in sight. So I ran to my uncle’s house yelling for help. (It wasn’t that far from home.)I ran inside and started crying. He asked me what had happened. I told him everything. He told me to get in the car. We went back to my house. He got out and told me stay in the car. I went under the blanket and started to cry even more. I got up to take a look and my house was on fire. I slowly got out of the car pouring with tears as I watched my house burn to the ground. I just couldn’t believe it. All those great times growing up with my family at home were all gone. All I had left are my memories. After that my uncle told me every thing about this disease. It was called the Plague.
Year 10 Creative Writing about the Plague - Kilesa
10TFe spent some time studying the time of Plague in Europe as their introductory English topic. As part of the formative assessment, they completed some creative writing. We learned about different types of narration, and chose to use first person narration to tell our stories.
My Plague Story
Steven Lotto was at home when the disease came into town. He was watching television with his dad until he heard crying. He told his dad and his dad ran outside to see if those people were okay. Steven’s dad saw a little girl and a boy crying in the streets for their mum, and all Steven’s dad could see was that she had collapsed and had sores all over her face. He dragged her into his house and said to Steven ,“Son can you get me a couple of blankets, a bottle of water and a pillow please.” Steven ran and got what his father told him to get. Steven’s dad tried very hard too bring back the little girl and boy’s mother. But she died. Stevens dad was very sad and he knew he had too tell the little girl and boy that their mother had died. He was so sad and he knew he had to put the body some where. He didn’t know where to put the body so he burnt it in the back of his house. As he was burning the body Steven’s dad told Steven to take the little boy and girl inside so he could burn the body. He did. When Steven’s dad had finished burning the body he told the little girl and boy that their mother had died. And they both started crying. And all Steven’s dad could think about was the little girl and boy.
My Plague Story
Steven Lotto was at home when the disease came into town. He was watching television with his dad until he heard crying. He told his dad and his dad ran outside to see if those people were okay. Steven’s dad saw a little girl and a boy crying in the streets for their mum, and all Steven’s dad could see was that she had collapsed and had sores all over her face. He dragged her into his house and said to Steven ,“Son can you get me a couple of blankets, a bottle of water and a pillow please.” Steven ran and got what his father told him to get. Steven’s dad tried very hard too bring back the little girl and boy’s mother. But she died. Stevens dad was very sad and he knew he had too tell the little girl and boy that their mother had died. He was so sad and he knew he had to put the body some where. He didn’t know where to put the body so he burnt it in the back of his house. As he was burning the body Steven’s dad told Steven to take the little boy and girl inside so he could burn the body. He did. When Steven’s dad had finished burning the body he told the little girl and boy that their mother had died. And they both started crying. And all Steven’s dad could think about was the little girl and boy.
Year 10 Creative Writing about the Plague - Jonathan
10TFe spent some time studying the time of Plague in Europe as their introductory English topic. As part of the formative assessment, they completed some creative writing. We learned about different types of narration, and chose to use first person narration to tell our stories.
The Plague
Everywhere I walked I heard people wailing. It could be heard from miles away. As my brother and I walked around the town square we saw people lying everywhere on the cold ground. Some were ill and some were not, some were even dead. There was a very bad aroma flowing around the place. I think it was the slums covering walls or the animals that had been slaughtered. We finally arrived at the apothecary on the corner next to an old ramshackle building.
The Plague
Everywhere I walked I heard people wailing. It could be heard from miles away. As my brother and I walked around the town square we saw people lying everywhere on the cold ground. Some were ill and some were not, some were even dead. There was a very bad aroma flowing around the place. I think it was the slums covering walls or the animals that had been slaughtered. We finally arrived at the apothecary on the corner next to an old ramshackle building.
Year 10 Creative Writing about the Plague - Chris
10TFe spent some time studying the time of Plague in Europe as their introductory English topic. As part of the formative assessment, they completed some creative writing. We learned about different types of narration, and chose to use first person narration to tell our stories.
“Bang” goes the gun shots, killing the digs and cats. The scariest thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life. The plague is the main cause for animal’s dying-not just animals but also humans like me. One by one dying in their own tracks, we were trying to escape but it was too late. The Plague had already taken over. Killing us like shattered boiling rocks falling onto our bodies.
Tip is a hero, but a much unknown one. “I am a hero, above all heroes”, yelled out Tips. Tips was once caught by the Plague but also outlived it. He once told me that when the Plague infected him, it was the most painful moments he’d ever felt in his whole entire life. He once again got caught by the Plague but is still trying to survive.He cried after looking over to his granddad. He was covered in red spots called rashes.
What the flea could do to you is it spreads rat blood into your body and what the blood does to you is it spreads. You suddenly start t0 get rashes which turn into boils and you become very sick and unfortunately most of the people die. A doctor also known as a medic was one of the reasons why people survived the Plague.
“Bang” goes the gun shots, killing the digs and cats. The scariest thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life. The plague is the main cause for animal’s dying-not just animals but also humans like me. One by one dying in their own tracks, we were trying to escape but it was too late. The Plague had already taken over. Killing us like shattered boiling rocks falling onto our bodies.
Tip is a hero, but a much unknown one. “I am a hero, above all heroes”, yelled out Tips. Tips was once caught by the Plague but also outlived it. He once told me that when the Plague infected him, it was the most painful moments he’d ever felt in his whole entire life. He once again got caught by the Plague but is still trying to survive.He cried after looking over to his granddad. He was covered in red spots called rashes.
What the flea could do to you is it spreads rat blood into your body and what the blood does to you is it spreads. You suddenly start t0 get rashes which turn into boils and you become very sick and unfortunately most of the people die. A doctor also known as a medic was one of the reasons why people survived the Plague.
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