Gender is a stereotype because we expect men to be tough and smart while females are are soft and emotional, thats why when people aren't what we expect them to be they can be bullied. But our opinions are changing for the better.


Sams Diary

Entry One:

Being a tomboy is rough, I’ll admit it. But
the dresses and makeup and all the other crap that comes with that role is not
for me, I could never live that sort of life. I mean what’s so fun about playing
dolls or squealing about the latest gossip anyway? 

I am writing this diary because I lost a
very heated discussion with my carer. 
I think the idea is so that I let all of my heat out and don’t hurt the kids that hurt me. My motto; Take no shit from no one! But I don’t think my
carer agrees with my motto, hence the
diary.

A bit about myself: my name is Sam, my birth name is Samantha but I hate that name, for obvious reasons. So I am just called Sam. I am fourteen and no one absolutely no one understands me, but that’s okay because I like being alone anyway. My Dad died at the age of twenty-five in a house fire, I was 4 at the time. After my Dads death went downhill from there, I don’t remember much as I was only 4 but I remember my Mum crying and these men giving her bags of green stuff (The green stuff turned out to be weed) for money, she went to the bedroom with the weed and for a couple of hours after she came out she was happy and so was I. But that happiness didn’t last long. I can never forget the sight that I saw that day.

I walked into that room at the age of nine,
my mother hanging from the ceiling by a rope around her distorted neck; a trickle of blood ran out her mouth like a drop of water running down the windscreen after a bout of rain. After my mother’s suicide it was just counsellor after carer after police officer every day for two years, two terrible years went by before I was allowed to forget. For the past two years my carer Rachel has been there for me, not that I need it mind you. 

Entry Two:

The kids at school have finally forgotten
my past and have left me alone, most of them skirting around me in the corridor
if they have to pass me. I think that they are frightened of me; to them I am
the violent individual that should be left alone at all costs, for fear of being
beaten up. But there are a few select individuals that target me because I am
not like a “normal” person, I do not have the strength to fend off the five
bullies, so I must succumb to their disgusting wishes. I do not need help from
anyone and I will find a way to free myself from their horrid wishes of sadism
and sexual pleasure, these boys disgust me but no matter how hard I fight, I am
no match for all five of them.

Entry Three:

It has been a few weeks since my last entry; the boys have reached the pinnacle of sadism, they made me break my own arm. I am not going to go into the details, but I will tell you this it hurt, A LOT. Rachel was pretty distraught but I just told her I tripped down the
stairs, she said and I quote “your arm looks like the S bend behind the
toilet.”


Entry Four:

I have given up, those boys have destroyed
everything! They burnt our house to the ground and there was nothing I could do,
we were all unharmed but what I have I got to live for now, at least if I end it
my father will be there. I think that, that is what I will do, end it now before
it gets any worse. If anyone finds this know who I was and what they did to me,
don’t judge me, I am happy with the decision I have made, give this to Rachel
and tell her I said goodbye.

I wrote this story because 

This post is supposed to be about anything I want but to be a rebal I will do exactely that. So I will talk to you about a cat in a fish pond or even a unicorn fart. Which reminds me; did you know that unicorn farts power the internet. A friend of mine whose link I will put down the bottom said "Every sixtey seconds in Africa a minute passes." The most comman saying around my group of friends at the moment is: are you a wizard? Highly sarcastic of course and said when you say something very obvious about something thats obvious itself. Another friend of mine believes that slamming a revolving door isn't impossible. It is and he is wrong!
But I have finished with this post and will release al the stuff in my mind some other time.

Hello everyone, my name is Will. I am here to speak to you about
my topic, which is Longer Playtime.

Everyone likes playtime right? Because if you do, you can listen
to my short speech on why we should get longer playtime and if you don’t want
longer playtime I will try to convince you as to why you should want it. 

First I am going to explain the bad things about a longer playtime; you might have to go to school for a longer amount of time so you can learn a lot of important stuff or the school times might stay the same but you won’t get as smart. At home you might have to go to bed earlier because you
will get really tired playing at school. 

But that is just the bad stuff now I will explain the good stuff;
a longer playtime means longer play outside, which then leads to less class time
so you get to go home quicker.

As you have heard the good things outweigh the bad by a lot. So
please rise up against the teachers and get a longer
playtime!

Thank you for listening.
Goodbye.



Summery:

My persuasive speech is targeted at preps which meant that I needed to dumb it down a lot because my normal vocabulary would be difficult for preps to understand. Also before I started I knew if I was going to do the preps it would have to be and and be about something they're intersted in. I also knew that they wouldn't understand it if they read it so I had to read it because I could help them understand with my voice.

As I look down upon the slab I see a swirl of brown and white
powder. I move away to retrieve my yellowy, gooey liquid the smell of vanilla
tapping lightly against my nose. When I move closer to the door of nourishment the whirring gets louder to my right. Once I touch the plastic surrounding the goo I ponder whether this will actually work, my pride on the line. I take my goo back to my swirl of powder and make a swirl of all three. Time passes quickly after that, it all just a blur and my mind elsewhere, but I do remember the smell of electricity, the buzzing in my ears and the vibrations against my hands. As the blur of time slows I smell sweat, and I realise that lifting my arms up isn’t a good idea. I look down at what I have done; the smell of chocolate causes my mouth to salivate. I must taste it and taste it I do, its sweet and slightly nutty, it tastes a whole lot better than it looks, as it looks like runny excrement. But I’m happy with this runny excrement, so I put it in the box that cooks for close to two halve hours combined. The smell of chocolate still in the air, I walk away.

Below in order top to bottom: A box that cooks, yellow gooey stuff, runny excremant and a swirl of brown and white powder.

As I look down upon the bench I see a swirl of cocoa powder and
flour. I move away to retrieve my oil the smell of vanilla tapping lightly against my
nose. When I move closer to the pantry the whirring of the fridgegets louder to
my right. Once I touch the plastic surrounding the oil I ponder whether this
will actually work, my pride on the line. I take my oil back to my swirl of
powder and make a swirl of all three. Time passes quickly after that, it all
just a blur and my mind elsewhere, but I do remember the smell of electricity,
the buzzing in my ears and the vibrations against my hands when I turn the
beaters on. As the blur of time slows I smell sweat, and I realise that lifting
my arms up isn’t a good idea because I am sweating. I look down at what I have
done; the smell of chocolate causes my mouth to salivate. I must taste it and
taste it I do, its sweet and slightly nutty, it tastes a whole lot better than
it looks, as it looks like runny cake batter. But I’m happy with this cake
batter, so I put it in the oven for close to one hour. The smell of chocolate
still in the air, I walk away.

The first one was more interesting and the most fun to write, while the second one has more information and was much easier to write.
But I most prefer the first one.

Muffins V.s Cupcakes

Hi, my name is Will and I stole this speech in
hoping that you realise that muffins and cupcakes are in fact, different and
that they have feelings. This Speech is NOT a joke it is a true document that I
stole from the Pentagon’s secure files.

We all love muffins and cupcakes but please
remember that they have feelings too, they do not mind being eaten as long as
you prey to their god Flourero and that you thank them for all they are about to
achieve.

The Cupcake: It by definition is a small cake baked in a cup-shaped container and
typically iced. So it’s small and cute with nice colours and
flavours. They are also the babies of the cake
world, but also the cutest. A cupcake is usually vanilla flavoured but the
colours, frosting and decorations make the cupcake unique and special. Their
lifestyle includes cooling, being decorated and depending on the intention of
the cupcake it could be displayed or eaten. If the cupcake lives long enough
they could grow into a fully-fledged muffin but that is a very rare thing to
happen.

The Muffin: By definition a small domed cake or quick bread made from
batter or dough. The muffin is a wise and tough species their rough exterior
showing nothing of their delicious centre. When muffin is said I think warm and chocolaty but can typically contain berries or chocolate, usually not a fluffy as a cupcake. It is also quite a bit bigger than a cupcake and doesn’t usually have icing. As much as I hate to say it muffins can be savoury but the same cannot be said for the cupcake.

Twice underneath maths,


There wasn’t a fat she male called Josh. She didn’t eat donuts or
Euans from the duck pond, and she most certainly didn’t like guys or females
he/she liked his soft teddy bear named Renob. He/she would not do anything for
Renob.


One day Renob started choking on a grape, so Josh started
  throwing Renob around the room trying to free Renob from the terrible curse of
  choking. But all that did was lodge the grape further in his throat.



The next day was Renob’s Funeral. The service lasted 2 whole
  minutes before Josh stated pole dancing on the coffin. Josh lived a very happy
  life until he got sucked into a worm hole that opened into another dimension 30
  seconds later.


The End  

In class we watched this video. It is about a lion called Christian. I thought the movie was very moving and It was the start of something greater. It showed that animals deserve their freedom.

After watching this video we were told to find something similar. I couldn't find anything good but this is what I came up with.

Damien Mander set himself a mission, a mission to prevent the poaching of the black rhino.
He has started up a foundation that provides free training in preventing poaching this foundation is called IAPF (International Anti-Poaching Foundation). He has been following through on this mission since 2009, but it is a tough job. The black rhino horn can be worth more than gold or cocaine on some black markets, from $30 - $130 per gram.
The high demand for the horn is because of the use of it in medicine, although the horn has not been proven to work the myth still stands strong.
A rhino is killed every 15 hours illegally. At this rate the Black Rhino will be extinct by 2031. The amount of rhinos that have died has been immense, over the last 50 years an estimated 997500 have died.
I think that this is really sad. Go IAPF!
RHINOS FOR THE WIN

Dear Willem,

How is ya? That is currently my favourite way to greet people. What is yours? My favourite word is sebum. Do you have a favourite word? Do they have donuts in the future? Did we fail school? If so please tell me why. If time machines are ever invented please warp back to this moment in time, 15th February 2013A.D 2:40 pm, in the 5-8 building. I want to know everything!!

At the moment I have 10 fingers, 10 toes, 1 face, 2 ears and 1 healthy-ish body. Does any of this change in the future? I want to be a good person in the future and I hope I am still  living up to that! How many people are on earth in your time? We have about 7,000,000,000 people at our present time. I would be curious to know. What job do you have? Do cars fly in the future, because when people say future hover cars always come to mind. Will you ever read this in twenty years because they will probably have a more advanced kind of "internet."
The best bit of being young is knowing that I have a long way to go with a lot of different possibilities ahead of me.

The answers to all these questions must be answered and more questions will come when you get here. If ever.

From,
        Will                                                      15/2/13                                                             2:21pm

Over this last week and a bit I have learnt that while the thumbs up in Autralia means good work it actually means the same as the middle finger in Iraq and Iran. Another example is the "okay" sign, here it means ok while in Venezuela and Turkey it means homosexual. So if you are ever in a different country or even hanging around people from a different culture please be aware of what body language means around those people.

Over the next couple of weeks I would like to learn about what other cultures do in terms of entertainment and traditions. What kind of dances they do (if any), do they do specific things to ward off evil? I don't know.That is what I want to learn about over the couple of weeks.