Book Review

Title: The Spellgrinder's Apprentice

Author: N.M.Browne

'The Spellgrinder's Apprentice' is a book about magic powers that certain people have. The magic is called 'Inward Power', and is also known as 'thaumaturgy'. There is a branch of this magic called 'secret sight', which is the ability to see into the future.

The main character of this story is a young boy named Tommo and a feisty girl called Akkena. Tommo was an orphan who worked in a spellstone grinding factory. He worked there, carving spellstones for the spellstone wielders' use. He was covered in grind dust, remnants of spellstones that had magical properties. However, this grind dust was fatal. No one lived through its effects. Thus, Tommo ran away, hoping to live.

On the way, he met Akkena. She captured him at first, and made him do labour in turn for giving him food. However, after they were on the run from Akkena's father, they became friends, and depended on each other's survival.

King Fallon however, had heard that Tommo sought sanctuary in the name of Gildea, the greatest thaumaturgist that had ever lived. Gildea was Fallon's enemy, thus he sent Haver-snatcher to capture Tommo. Queen Vevena was Haver-snatcher's daughter, and she was at Fallon's mercy, so Haver-snatcher had to play along.

I will not tell you the end, so if you want, you might want to check it out. I personally feel that this book is a fantastic book. but sadly, it has no sequel. I personally feel that this book could have been developed into a series of books. The idea of spellstones is very good material for a series of novels. I really recommend this book to my friends.

Reflection

In this year, I have learnt quite a few things. Here are some of them:

Term 1:

Studied 'Lamb To The Slaughter' by Roald Dahl.

Learning Points:

I have learnt a new way in which an exam can be set, and realised that the expectations in Sec 1 Language Arts are much higher than Primary school English. Writing such a long piece of writing in such a short period of time is not a problem in Primary school compositions, but in Secondary school, we have, if I might say, ridiculous questions to answer, and seemingly impossible situations that we are never going to be landed in, thus bringing the composition difficulty to a whole new level.

Term 2:

Taught 'Village By The Sea' and literature test answering techniques.

Learning Points:

Learnt that a talented author could incorporate a very significant problem in the society into a interesting story. Also, literature is a very hard component in LA, as a long piece of writing had to be produced in a short period of time. I think that refering to the passage time and again to answer our questions is very troublesome.

Term 3:

Taught poetry and analyzing techniques.

Learning Points:

Learnt that there was more types of poetry than haikus and limericks. Also, I found a new appreciation for poems and had fun composing them in the blog posts before. The art of writing a poem cannot be grasped immediately, and takes a talented person to write a poem that hass a lot of of meaning embedded in it. The 10 step analysis process is very useful.

Overall

I feel that this year, I have learnt a lot more things about the English language, and a lot of new skills in life, such as patience when rushing the literature test, and an open mind when analyzing poems.

Digging

Q2.

a) Soil

b) Uncovering buried things

c) Dirt

d) Treasure hunt

e) Planting trees

f) Memories

Q4.

a) Pen - seems to not go along the theme of digging

b) Toner's bog - unusual sounding name for a place

Q5.

a) Run-on-lines

My father, digging, I look down (2nd stanza, last line)

Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds (3rd stanza, first line)

b) Metaphors

NIL

c) Similes

snug as a gun

d) Personification

NIL

e) Alliteration

spade sinks

gravelly ground

squelch and slap of soggy peat

curt cuts

f) Assonance

NIL

g) Onomatopoeia

Rasping

Sloppily

Slicing

Squelch

Slap

Soggy

h) Symbolism

Living roots --> Thoughts

Pen --> Educated

Q6.

Theme --> Digging

Spade

Gravelly ground

Flowerbeds

Potato drills

Heaving sods

Soggy peat

Q8.

The author wants to follow in his father's and grandfather's footsteps.

Q9.

a) Poet

b) Everyone

c) Sincere

d) Same

e) Organized because of stanzas, and forcing you to read on, because of run-on-lines.

f) Makes it easier to read, and forces you to read.

Q10.

The author was an educated person, judging from the fact that he has a pen, and that does not fit into the whole theme of digging. The author keeps talking about his father and his grandfather digging the earth. Thus, in the last two stanzas, the author has thoughts of following in their footsteps by applying his knowledge, even though he does not have the skills.

Snapshotland

Q1.

Done

Q2.

i) Description of a person
ii) A moment in time
iii) A photograph of something
iv) Memories
v) A memorable place
vi) A place of old

Q3.

Done

Q4.

Kodachrome - weird name
Sepia - unusual word
Gingham pinafores - profound sounding
Permanent - strong word

Q5.

Metaphor, Simile, Assonance, Personification, Onomatopoeia, Symbolism - NIL

Alliteration - Smooth sand by a flat sea and smile and smile and smile

- sun shines
- sepia on sandboys and sandgirls

Q6.

Theme - Outing at the Beach
i) people sit with flasks of tea on smooth sand by a flat sea
ii) sandboys and sandgirls
iii) pleasure boat
iv) deck chairs on the beach
v) buckets full of pebbles on the same sea shore

Q7.

They are all about a day at the sea shore and describes all the sights that is there.

Q8.

Photos can show what happened before. It can capture memories, and allow you to reive those happy moments whenever you feel like it. Also, the author is trying to say that memories are forever.

Q9.

a) Unidentified speaker
b) Public in general
c) Persuasive, hopeful attitude
d) NIL
e) To make it organized and take the poem step by step
f) It makes it easier to understand the poem itself and lets you understand what the poem is trying to express.

Q10.

The poet is trying to make readers understand how important memories are, and they can preserve it by taking pictures to capture the moment, so the poet is trying to get people to do that.

Parody

Crazy Prisoner

Will you eat this satay

That fell into the bin

Even though you will lao sai

You must be pok kai liao

Will you eat this poh pia

That fell onto the mud

You are confirm gila

Time to go IMH

Will you try to be like normal

Will you blend into the crowd

Will you buy some decent clothing

And change it for you prison clothes

So... will you take take this challenge

Will you be prepared

Will you do anything

Will you dare to fight your way?

And will you take out your guards?

Will you seize their guns

Will you run for your life

Will you dare to shoot people?

Will you take this city

And hold PM hostage

For a massive ransom

That the country must pay

Will you try to be like normal

Will you blend into the crowd

Will you buy some decent clothing

And change it for you prison clothes

So... will you take take this challenge

Will you be prepared

Will you do anything

Will you dare to fight your way

And will you take out your guards?

Will you seize their guns?

Will you run for your life

Will you dare to shoot people?

Dare to shoot...

Dare to shoot...

Dare to shoot... people!

Adapted from NDP Song 2007 'Will You'

Limericks

Madman Jack

There was a madman named Mack

Who thought he was a lumberjack

He cut down the trees

With only his knees

And soon his legs he would lack

Dog and Cat

There once was a dog named Bobby

Who played in the yard with a tabby

They tore up the magnolias

Leaving only the dahlias

And was sent to SPCA for being crazy

Sound Poem

This is the sound poem continued from the worksheet. The first two lines were given.

I heard the owls hooting in the dark

I heard the sheep bleating beyond the hill

I heard the wolves howling at the moon

I heard the dogs barking in its kennel

I heard the horses whinnying in the stable

I heard the bulls bellowing beyond the pasture

I heard the bees buzzing above the flowers

I heard the frogs croaking on the lily

I heard the mice squeaking in a frenzy

I heard the roosters crowing at the dawn

I heard the turkeys clucking while gobbling seeds

I heard the pigeons squawking whilst pecking bread

I heard the ducks quacking when swimming

I heard the pigs snorting in the mud

I heard the cats meowing in the night

Life Poem

~Box of Matches

Life is like a box of matches in the dark

It needs just a tiny flame

To make it spark

Without the spark, you have no direction

But with it, the difference is stark.

This is my poem, and I will be explaining why I wrote it this way. The dark represents your life in general. The box of matches is your ambition in life. The next line, the flame is your source of inspiration, which brings us to the next line, the spark. It is your inspiration for your ambition. So, the fourth line, means that if you have no ambition, you have no idea where to proceed in life. So, if you have an ambition, you can see the apparent difference.

My Poem

Inside my memory

Lies images so many

So many of them exist

It's almost uncanny.

Most vivid of which

The one above all

Is the time we played soccer

Torturing the ball

Johnny gave a kick

And the ball went up high

Down on Clement's head

He began to cry

We crowded around him

Checking his head

In case there's a mountain

And he can't go to bed

All seems to be fine

He's just a crybaby

After 5 minutes

He was still sobbing

Term 2 Home Learning Lesson 1

This is the poem that I have chosen.

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Figurative language is used in the poem in the form of a:

Hyperbole

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore

We know that surfs of water break upon the shore, but it does not hurt the shore. This however, implies that the shore is hurt by it. This might be exaggerating it a bit.

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Personification

Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep

Grains of sand cannot 'creep' - it is something that animals like snakes do. Or people can too. Thus, this is personification, as it makes it sound like the sand can do something that we can do.

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Metaphor

Yet if hope has flown away

Hope has been compared to flying away. It means that your hope was gone, as if it had flown away.

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Simile

There us no simile in the whole poem.

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Symbolism

Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!

To me, I feel that the author of the poem had used the sand to represent the tears. The sand fell down from the hand, while the tears fell down from the eye.

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I like this poem because it, to me, seems to be describing that all we are experiencing now, all the grief and hardships and everything in life, is all a dream inside a bigger dream, with the dream being the things we experience and the bigger dream representing life itself. I do think that this poem is quite meaningful, as many things happen in life that we wish that it was all a dream, like failing our exams and such. Also, another reason we I think that the poem is good is because sometimes, life seems so unreal, and time passes so fast, as if we are in a dream. That is why I like this poem.

Books

World Book Day is celebrated by countries throughout the world. It is aimed to commemerate books and their importance. I personally feel that books are one of the most brilliant things in the world. They are one of the best souces of knowledge. We can learn a lot from the different types of books. From textbooks, we can learn all that we need to know for the exams. From non-fiction books, we can enhance our knowledge that we learned from textbooks. From fiction books, we can use our imagination more.

I like fiction stories. They mostly describe a character's life story or just part of it. The character normally has a very exciting life, journeying to places beyond your imagination. Otherwise, they do things normal people cannot do. All the different story plots are fascinating, and it all goes to show the powers of the human brain. We can all think of fantastic stories. It is just whether we want to or not.

I borrow a lot of fiction books every weeekend to read. I always borrow a minimum of 4 books every time I go to the library. I read through them very fast. I can finish a book with 400 pages in 4 hours. Thus, I always have time to go through all the books that I have borrowed, and so I always maximise the use of my card.

Urbanisation

From reading through some websites given to me, I feel that urbanisation on a whole, is only good for the economic growth of a country. For the people, there are effects that will be harmful to them. Urbanisation will naturally result factories being built. The factories will spew out all sorts of harmful gases and waste products. It will pollute the air around the factory, and cause all sorts of implications, from acid rain to health problems. However, even though the factories are harming the people, but they are still being built at a frightening rate.

Acid rain will damage buildings and kill plant and animal life. Buildings could have their paint ruined, or even metal pipes corroded. This could cause structural problems in the building, making it unsafe. The rain could also get into ponds and rivers, poisoning the water, and the water in turn poisoning the plants and animals. With plants and animals poisoned, we will suffer from a lack of food if the poisoning was on a large scale.

Urbanisation will definitely bring in a large number of immigrants. Those immigrants need a place to live. if the country cannot cope with the demand for hosing, then slums will be built. Slums have poor living conditions, which will 'promote' the spreading of diseases. If the spread is uncontrolled, then a pandemic could occur.

Of course, there are many other effects that urbanisation could bring, but this are just some if them. Urbanisation is good for the country, but if left to spread at will, will endanger everyone in the city.

Lila's journal

Why is my life so hard? Father is always drunk, and is always in debt. Every time he comes home, he reeks of alcohol, and always beats mother up. Mother is suffering so much, and I really want to help her, but against my father? I have no chance, so I just have to watch her suffer. Her health is deteriorating - how much more can she take?

At least Hari is more sensible now. He goes out to work everyday, and sometimes after work he goes fishing to catch fish for our dinner. He cannot make fishing his livelihood - Father sold the boat to pay some of his debts and we have no more money to buy one.

He talks of going off to Bombay to find work and earn more money. However, if he goes off, how would the family survive? Mother cannot work, Father will not work, my sisters Bela and Kemal are too young to work and I need to take care of the family. Why is my life so hard? But for my mother and my sisters, I must be strong.

Recipes

Chapati

Ingredients

• 2 cups wheat flour
• 1 tablespoon Ghee
• 1 tablespoon salt
• Water to knead dough

How to make chapati

• Mix ghee, salt, wheat flour and adequate amount of water to knead smooth dough.
• Leave it for an hour.
• Make equal sized balls, smear them with dry flour and roll them out on a rolling board.
• Heat a griddle. Put the chapati on it.
• Moderately roast both the sides of chapati on griddle.
• Chapati is ready to serve.

The main difference between chapati and roti prata is that chapati requires less Ghee or oil, which makes it healthier. Also, chapati is easier to prepare than roti prata.

Jalebi

Ingredients

• 2 cups of 'All Purpose flour'
• 1 to 1/2 tablespoon of rice flour
• 1/4 teaspoon of baking powder
• 2 tablespoon of curd
• 3 cups of sugar
• 2 to 1/2 cups of water
• 1/2 teaspoon of powdered Cardamom
• Ghee or vegetable oil for frying

How to make jalebi

• Mix the flour, rice flour, baking powder, curd in a bowl.
• Mix well, add water and whisk until smooth.
• Set aside for about 2 hours to ferment.
• Whisk thoroughly before use.
• Prepare one string syrup by dissolving sugar in the water.
• Just before the syrup is ready add cardamom powder.
• Heat oil in a heavy bottomed pan or kadhai.
• Pour the batter in a steady stream into the kadhai to form coils.
• Make 4-5 at a time.
• Deep fry them until they are golden and crisp all over but not brown.
• Remove from the kadhai and drain on kitchen paper and immerse in the sugar syrup.
• Leave for at least 4-5 minutes so that they soak the syrup.
• Take them out of syrup and serve hot.
• Jalebi is ready.

The main difference between jalebi and you tiao is that jalebi is a kind of sweet, while you tiao is made of fried dough. Jalebi requires more ingredients than you tiao, and the steps taken to prepare it is even more.

Person in a pose

http://www.indiashots.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/prayer.jpg

I chose this picture to represent Lila offering flowers to the sacred rock as after the offering, Lila prayed to the god. That is what the person in the picture is doing. Also, the setting is by the sea, as with the story.

http://cdn.sheknows.com/articles/worried-child-teddy-bear.jpg

I chose this picture to represent Lila when the medicine man came because even though her mother might be cured, but there was a chance that she might still be unwell. Also, she still needed to worry about how she was going to pay for the fees.

http://pak.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/crying_girl.jpg

I chose this picture to represent Lila when Pinto was poisoned as Pinto was very close to her, and she did not want Pinto to die.

Ambient Music

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ViTXgAb-vo

The video, being 7 minutes, is quite long, I admit. However, the reason I chose this sound video is because it has the sounds of the sea. In the first chapter, Lila went to the sacred rock in the sea to pray. Thus, in that moment, there would definitely have the sound of waves. Also, the video shows fishing boats in the distance at the starting and some other parts of the video. I found this quite relevant to the book as Thul is a fishing village, so there would naturally be fishing boats there.

Lamb to the Slaughter - POV Noonan

Got a phone call from Mary. She said Patrick was murdered. Extremely shocked, I was. Patrick was my good friend. old he was, but he definitely worked hard to keep his job. He was a very friendly man, often joked around with us. Occasionally, he even bought me and my colleagues dinner. Good man he was.

Me and my team went straight over to Patrick's house. The first thing we noticed when we were in his house was the living room. Not Patrick who was lying in the living room, but the state the room was in. The chair was overturned, papers strewn all over the ground and the drawers of the table nearly falling off. Patrick was lying on the floor near the table. I asked Mary about what happened while my colleague called the doctor. She told me that she did not know how he was murdered. She had been at the grocer's. After asking her some more questions, we went and spoke to the grocer, Sam.

"Yeah, she was here with me before she called you," the grocer had said. That was indeed about the time she called us. She couldn't have been the muderer. Later, we asked some more questions after going back to Patrick's house. The doctor said that Patrick was killed by a heavy, blunt weapon. I asked Mary if there were any such theings around, and she replied no.

I went into the kitchen. The oven was still on, and there was meat inside. I told Mary that, and she asked me and my team to eat it. Said that after all we had been through to help her, we ought to have a good meal. Naturally I would have disagreed, but I missed my supper and was very hungry. So, I accepted her meal. We ate hungrily, tugging at the meat. It was some good meat. One of my colleagus said that the weapon was probably in the house. I thought so too.

After some time, the case was still unsolved. The weapon counld not be found. Mary said to forget the case. Even though I wanted to continue investigating, I respected Mary's decision. After all, its her husband, not mine.

"The Lady, or the Tiger?" ending - reason

This blog post will be about why I wrote the ending for ‘The Lady, or the Tiger?’ as it is. The reason for that is that most people will only expect to see one of the two coming out from the doors. This is shown by the fact that there were people who were betting on what would come out of the door. This will also lead the reader to believe that only one will come out.

However, I wrote the ending in such a way that neither the lady nor the tiger came out of the door. Instead, behind the door, the tiger was attacking the lady. The reason for that is this: the princess could not bear for her love to be with another person, but nor could she bear for him to die under the claws of a tiger. However one of them had to come out of the door, and both would break her heart.

So, seeing as she had discovered the secret of the doors, she could make the tiger be behind the same door as the lady. The tiger would have eaten the lady, which gave her lover time to escape. Thus, that would mean her lover would not be with another woman and would not be eaten alive.

That is why I wrote the ending for my story in this manner.

~215 words~

'The Lady, or the Tiger' ending

Immediately, she regretted making that decision. She buried her head in her hands, and sobbed away, no one noticing her cries as the crowd cheered loudly for the charming young man who was about to face his destiny. People were placing bets with each other about what the outcome would be.

"I bet ten on the tiger! The king hates him so much, if he lets him live, I'll think he's an idiot! Whatever people say, I think he puts tigers behind both doors."

"I say 20 for the lady. The king wouldn't break his daughter's heart by letting him die, would he? However barbaric he might be, I don't think he would do that to his daughter, breaking her heart."

"I think you're both wrong. Look, the princess is gone. She must somehow be in both of the doors."

The three of them turned and looked at where the princess had been sitting before - sure enough, she was gone. Still, no one noticed that the princess had disappeared but them. They turned back to look at the doors with a grim look on their faces. Who knows what would happen when the king found out about it.

The crowd stopped cheering when the young man stood in front of the door on the right. He took a deep breath, and put his hand on the big brass handles. Even he did not know what fate the princess had given him. He turned to look at where the royal family was sitting, but she wasn’t there. With a resigned look on his face, he pulled the door wide open.

To his horror, he saw what was behind the door – the tiger savaging the girl behind the door. Rooted to the ground, he stared at the scene. Never had this ever happened before. The crowd was similarly shocked, many of which had their mouth open, staring openly at the king. The king himself cursed silently and stalked out of the arena.

The young an regained his senses, and taking the chance, ran for it.

~344 words~

Composition draft 4

Below this line is my totally edited composition. Seriously edited.
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From my house, I watched the airplane circle in the air above the HDB flats, disappearing from sight when it went above my block. It circled a few more times and started to fly away. My eyes still trailed the plane as it flew away. Just as I was about to leave the window, I heard a deafening crash. I snapped my head to the direction of the living room, and to my horror, I saw the roof of my house caved in, and so did the lights. Everything in the living room was flattened and smashed to smithereens. I stood there dumbstruck and speechless, staring at the demolished living room. The living room was veiled in a cloud of dust, making me cough violently. When the dust cleared, I saw a –

“GIANT OCTOPUS!” I screamed as loud and as long as I could, until I ran out of breath. I stood rooted to the ground, staring at the octopus. It was waving its eight tentacles around in the air, as if it was lashing out at someone. Then, it started moving towards me. It was still alive and able to move somehow, when it should be dead by now. It came towards me slowly but surely, now tentacles whipping at a target – me. My parents were not at home. My father was not here to lead to me safety; my mother was not here to comfort me. I had to make my own decision. By now, the octopus was right in front of me. I was trapped. My only hope of escape was by jumping through the window. However, I was faced with a dilemma. On one hand, I lived on the 14th floor, the highest floor, and jumping down meant certain doom; however, on the other hand, a murderous octopus was waiting to shred me to pieces.

I decided. I would rather take my chances with a bush breaking my fall. “I must be mad.” I took a deep breath and jumped through the window, shattering the glass. A tentacle came cracking at where my head had been just a fraction of a second ago. Tears streamed from my eyes, and I shouted myself hoarse. I could just make out a group of people staring at my slight figure. As I was about to hit the ground, I thought to myself: Goodbye cruel world. I closed my eyes and braced for impact…

There was a sound of springs breaking under high pressure when I landed on something that smelt like it came out of a rubbish dump. I bounced onto the hard cement floor. I’m not dead, I thought to myself. Then I shouted, “I’m not dead!” I heaved a sigh of relief, but then I saw the octopus jumping out of the window too. I ran as fast as I could, and there was another person sprinting alongside me. “You ok?” When he said that, I knew he was my savior.

My first composition

I was looking forward to my first composition, ever since the first day of school. Finally arrived the day when the first composition assignment came. My heart sang when I knew a composition was coming my way. However, when I saw what the composition topic was about, my heart sank. A giant octopus bursting into my house. Brilliant. Now what was I going to write. I was used to writing fictional stories in my primary school – in fact, I only wrote fictional stories unless asked not to, but this composition topic was just too random. I mean, what in earth would a giant octopus be doing in your house. If it was bursting out of and aquarium, fine, I can see the point of that, but in your house?

I had a feeling that this was going to be one of the hardest compositions I have ever written - and will ever write. I had no idea what I was going to write, and I kept brainstorming for ideas. I looked around the house, in the living room, in the bedrooms, but still did not have any clue as to what I was going to write. Then, I looked out of the window in the living room, and saw and airplane flying in the air. Then, suddenly, an idea struck me, and I immediately sat in front of the computer and started typing. The ideas just kept coming.

When I was done, my composition was about 800 words long. Way too long. I had to cap the composition at 500 words. Thus I began the arduous task of cutting out 300 words! When I finished cutting the words out, my composition seemed pitifully short, but there was nothing I could do about it. All I can say was - now I know why primary school teachers complain about the student's compositions.

Dairy Entry of Mary Maloney

Finally. Finally the police left my house. I was starting to get worried, but finally they left. Why couldn't the investigations be faster? But still, I'm just glad that they police did not suspect me. After all, a woman, a pregnant woman, would not seem to be very dangerous.

I did not want to kill my husband, Patrick, I really did not. However, he forced me into doing it. He just came home, drank his whisky and suddenly announced that he wanted a divorce. How could he? How could he even suggest that, after all that I have done for him, all that I had sacrificed for him? I begged him to stay, but he just ignored me. He even challanged me to try and make him stay. Who could take all that! So, filled with rage, I just took the leg of the lamb in my hand and smashed it on his head.

Suddenly, everything became clear. For some strange reason, I did not feel guilty for killing him. Thus, I started to think of an alibi. Nobody would want themselves to be caught for such a crime. Sam the grocer was going to be my main alibi. Thus, I planned a conversation to say to him that would make him cover up for me. Before I went out to look for him, I put the lamb leg into the oven to coook. Then I talked to Sam just as planned. After that, I went back home and messed up the room, making it look like a fight had happened there. It would make my story more believable.

I was ready to call the police. When they got here, they started asking me some questions. I knew how to answer those questions, so that I will not seem guilty. Then they started looking for the murder weapon. I tried to help as little as I could. When they nearly finished investigating, I invited them to eat the leg of the lamb. After much persuasion, I finally got them to eat the murder weapon. I felt very relieved. They were never going to find out now.

My learning style

According to the questionnaire which is on the top of my post, I am most people smart, so I am able to learn better by working together with other people. Once again, according to the questionnaire, I am least music smart. That is quite true, as I do not listen much to music, and have very little interest in it. I myself feel that I learn best by learning and working together with my friends as we can do things much faster. Learning and working with friends also makes it much more interesting, thus facilitating better learning. You are also less likely to get bored when you learn and work with your friends. It also makes learning more fun. Also, as a saying goes, two heads are better than one, and the more heads, the better, so working in a group is good.

Over the past years, I find that I can learn better when working with friends. When I meet any word that I do not know the meaning to, I can ask them, instead of approaching a dictionary and flip through it, thus making it easier, and it also saves some time. I can do more work in that span of time, making learning more efficient.