Point Of View in Narrative Writing

Headmaster

I sighed. It would be another year at Welton Academy and I would have to deliver my “great speech” again, which was actually a repetition of last year’s speech, which was in turn the repetition of the year before that. We would be welcoming a new batch of rowdy students. As I walked up to the podium, I wiped the sweat off my brow and greeted the parents looking at me. I started with the school’s values, as usual, and when I ended, I was greeted with a round of applause.

In the afternoon, after the ceremony, I had to, once again, greet all the parents as they left the school. I sighed again. When can I finally retire?

New Student

I straightened my tie, and prepared for my entrance. From today onwards, I would be part of Welton Academy. “Boys! It’s our turn! Now, hurry up!” I breathed out. There would be no mistakes. There could not be. I told myself, as I readied myself with the flag. As the doors opened and we marched in, I could feel everyone’s eyes looking at me. I gripped the flag more firmly, ignoring the cold sweat cascading down the sides of my face. I sat down and breathed a sigh of relief. I had done it, and as I lighted my candle, I was officially part of the school.

LA Reflections

Firstly, I am glad to say that I have enjoyed the LA programme in this term. This is because it not only focuses on language usage, but the fun aspects of LA, through video analysis, music analysis and debates on characters in To Kill A Mockingbird. I have gained more knowledge on how to develop characters more smoothly and the elements of a short story, which has helped me to differientiate it from a biography.

I prefer this LA programme to last year's as every student is given a chance to present their work. This would allow the students who are more quiet to speak out and build up their confidence. I hope to see more digital media used in the programme, such as videos and songs. Learning LA through this type of media would appeal more to students as they are more familiar with it.

My favourite lesson was the one where the LA teacher showed us "Where is the love?" by the Black Eyed Peas as I had found out more about the meaning of the song. It also appealed to me as I enjoy this genre of songs. I learnt more about discrimination and prejudice, and the insightful comments made by my peers in class also further enhanced my understanding of discrimination and prejudice.

Term 1 Week 5 Weekend Assignment

Eyes shining like uncut diamonds, the bronze statue stood guard before the school which he had crafted and founded by himself. Although it had to bear with rain and sunshine, it stood there, as unmoving as the school spirit itself. The playful wind caressed it. At night, the moon was a torchlight which highlighted its eyes, a gleaming brown.

Day and night it stood guard, overseeing the students in the field playing and running around. Oh how it wished he could play alongside them, to experience life! However, he had been made for a reason, and that was to remember the late Tan Kah Kee, who was a great philanthropist.

It was aware of the distant ticking of the clock behind him. Time passed like running water, translucent and fluid. Many have forgotten that the foundation of their success was there, and fewer had care to do something in return

As the sun went down once more, it remained at its post, unmoving.

Characterization: Story Excerpt

He crawled out of bed drowsily. It was 10am, a late time to wake up even for a lazy cat like himself. Pulling out his blanket, he groped for his “supplies” which he had raided from the kitchen. The next moment, it was inside his stomach. He patted his bulging stomach, tumbled over to the living room and pounced on the couch. Whipping out his “entertainment device”, the remote, he switched the television on and tuned in to his favourite channel, the food channel. After 4 hours of salivating over food, he finally got up and yawned.

Time for some real-life entertainment, he thought, and smiled. Strolling over to the kitchen table, he spotted his target, who was facing away from him. Jumping on the kitchen top, he used all his might to kick Odie off the table in one swift movement, and left the poor dog whining on the floor.

“After all that hard work I’m famished! Isn’t there any food in this house?!” He groaned. At this moment, Jon, his owner, walked in. The sight of food overwhelmed him and he pounced at the paper bags which contained his favourite lasagne. “Nooooo! GARFIELD!” Unable to defend against Garfield’s food lust, Jon fell onto the floor, with anger written all over his face. “There will be no dinner for you tonight, do you hear?!”

It did not matter; the food was gone, anyway.