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International day was a celebration of the diffrent cultures at Carlingford High School. I was in on the action on the 19th of July. Stalls were decortated and the food smelt lovely. Australia had a sausage sizzle going on and homemade jewellery shop too. The Korean store had a band!! You could also see French Girls run around the playground with ballons. I was hungry as I smelt it. Everyone particpated.

Firstly a concert was put on. Costumes were shown off and dancing seen. Then everyone went off to help in stores or see what Carlingford High had to offer. I had eaten various foods like Gellato from the German store to  Pancakes from the french! 

After the celebration of International day….I got some respones on how the day went:

“It was fun and very busy!”

“I enjoyed the sushi and the concert the best.”

“It was hard work setting up the stores.”

Carlingford High school did a great job and it was very pleasing seeing everyone participate!!

Speeches.

What more can I say. Whenever you hear the word ’speeches’ and ‘you’ in the same sentence, it can’t be good. When the teacher hands out the topics for the speeches,dread springs into your heart and images of you chocking in front of the class fill your head. Speeches…not  good, right? Well for me it’s diffrent. Call me crazy, but I like doing speeches.  I don’t know why but I get excited and this year it has not change.

When we were told we would be writing speeches and presenting it to the class, I was so happy! I had a great speech that I had writtin for Public Speaking last year called Many Cultures make life work. I was one of the two people who repersented my class. Then the teachers had to pick two children to repersent our school. They heard everyones speeches. It was very close but I did’nt make it. The 2 girls who always went since Year 3 got through. I came 3rd. I was still very proud and the teachers congrautated me too. After this, I decided to go to debating club and soon I got an award for Ecellence in Performing Arts-Drama.

So all I had to do was edit it so it would fit the criteria. After this I practiced and soon I was ready. The week came for the speeches.Everyone was talking about it. I would of been talking about it too if I did’nt feel sick that day. I missed 3 days of school. 3 of those days were the speech days. When I came back on Thursday, nearly everyone had done the speeches in front of the class. Thankfully , we had English on that day so I was able to do it but I was very nervous. We sat in the class and listened to other speeches. I was so nervous, I was shaking. Then came my turn. I stood up in front of the class and said my speech. During the speech I tried to stand tall and keep my legs together so my legs would stop shaking. After the speech, I felt good because I was’nt nervous anymore. I scored 19/20. Really good I thought. I knew I had picked the right speech.

So that’s how it went. Before,during and after the speech and I have to say, I still like talking in front of the class but I still have a mystrey before me that I have not answered.

Why do I like it?

Here’s something as close as you can get to a modern-day miracle, a new chapter in the life of little Sophie Delezio. In December 2003, she and her friend Molly Wood suffered terrible injuries when a car crashed into their day care centre and burst into flames. Sophie lost an ear, fingers and both feet and was burnt 85 per cent on her body. For many weeks no-one knew if she would even survive but finally she came through.

This little girl was an amazing fighter and then when everyone thought she was getting along fine some years later, she was hit by a car. On May 5th 2006, the Sydney five-year-old was struck outside her school on Frenchs Forest Road at Seaforth at 4pm.The driver failed to stop.Everyone was shocked by the news. Papers rolled in with the story of the little tropper. At the hosptial the result was unsured. Until finally the news came in that she was fine, despite the injuries.Sydney Children’s Hospital director of clinical operations Michael Brydon said she has been cracking jokes after the intensive care.

The doctors of the Sydney Children’s hospital say she won’t leave the hospital for a couple more weeks.

My Reaction to this story: I was amazed,shocked and inspired about the brave 5 year old girl who faced ALL the odds life throwed at her and still manage to keep up her spirts.Her name is SOPHIE DELEZIO.

The cool breeze flowed into the room and brushed the new uniform. Slowly and sleeply my eyes opened to realise I was in my room and not in my dream.

“Today is the day. Today is another step to life’s journey.”

I got up and walked over to the blue striped uniform. My nimble hand touched the clothing. It felt really soft. I put it on and went up stairs. The night before I felt so nervous. I knew high school was going to be different. Everyone told us that but I wish they told us how what will be different. They always failed to tell ME that.

As I sat in the car, the butterflies that were flying in my stomach felt like they just turned into muntants of the underworld. It did’nt feel good at all.We pulled up and I stared at the bulidings up front. It looked like they were 10 TIMES BIGGER than me. I said goodbye to my parnets and walked through the gate. Then my butterflies turned 10 TIMES BIGGER than before. I looked at the sign and saw the 5 labled bulidings.

“A,B,C,D and E! There are too many bulidings in this school. I’ll will surly get lost.” I sighed as I walked down the stairs.

I stared at the HUGE kids walking in and out from buildings. I walked towards the hall where I could see other nervous Yr 7s. I waited impatiently for the bell to go. I wanted the day to disappear before I made a huge mistake.

I sat with my old friend and watched the Yr 7s pour into the hall. Everyone sat in their chairs and talked amoung themsleves. Before long we had been sorted into our classes and looking at a sheet with small black writing. I instantly knew it was a timetable as I had learned to use it last year. While everyone else turned it upside down, trying to read it or asking if they had got the right sheet, I felt my buttierflies die down inside me.

“Maybe today won’t be that bad. It seems very friendly here.”

And that…. I was right.

By Claire 7.B

It was going to be the perfect day, I was going to swim in the swimming carnival and try to win. I just could’nt wait! I just had to win. I made my bed. It was green because my grandma bought when it was St Patricks Day. I decided to skip a shower as I was going to have one after the swimming carnival. I ran down stairs because I had to eat a good breakfast. As I sat down at the table I heard a blood-tingling scream. It was mum, horror filled her face. I stared at her, confused.

“What happned?” She mumbled.

“What?” I was very puzzled.

“You’re face….. it’s green!” She stepped back.

“Are you sick?” She asked.

I ran up the stairs and into the barthroom. As I stood in front of the mirror I saw someone staring back.

“That’s not me. I’m not green!” I stepped back and stared at the girl wearing her pyjames and green skin.

I stared  down at the my hands. They were green!

As I walked into the school, everyone stared in a horrified,scared and surprised way.The nurses looked like they were seeing things when one of the teachers sent me to sick bay.

“This has to be a dream!” I mumbled as I got into the bus.

I watched the cars rush pass. When we waited for the traffic lights to change green, people in their cars looked up at the smiling children and sometimes waved.Yet whenever they looked up at me, they would either scream, rub their eyes or jump out of their cars.

“It’s not easy being green.”I sighed as I watched one man jump out of his car and into the bushes.

When we got there, the teachers put us into rows and told us to not move out of you’re seats and only stand up if you are called up.As I got my googles, one of the teachers called up 12 year old girls to come to the waiting area for 50m freestlye. I was real nervous even if I loved freestlye. I stood up and walked over to the teachers.

“Alright 12 year old girls just stand in a line and you’ll be placed in you’re lane.” One of the female teachers smiled.

“Um….are you from our school?” the teacher stared at my face.

I nodded.

“Okay, go in lane 5.” she looked a little unsure.

I stood and stared at the clear water. I was shaking all over.

“Alright ladies, take you’re marks.” a tall man held his hand above his head.

All the girls stood on the tiles and got into their diving postions.

“Alright GO!” He yelled.

We dived off into the water. I kicked really hard, my heart pumping. I was so glad I tied my hair up or it would of got into my eyes.My legs were getting tired now and it seemed there was some noise coming from the crowd. The next thing I knew I had touched the wall. I looked up and saw I was the first one to touch the wall.

“Yes, I won.” I smiled.

I turned around and notice something else, something terrible.

The water was now not clear and beautiful like before, but green. It looked like someone had painted the pool. I stared at the other girls. They looked puzzled and confused too. Then something hit me. I stared at my hands. They were now back to normal. The green had washed off. Then how did it happned? Why was I green before? Maybe my sister painted me green after I stuck a water ballon in her bed. I don’t know what excatly happned but all I know is that I’m glad I’m not green!