This I believe
"The greatest glory in life is not in never failing, but in rising every time we fail." ~ Confucius
"The greatest glory in life is not in never failing, but in rising every time we fail." ~ Confucius
I was heading towards Jurong to discuss my project work. It was a bright morning, the sun was warm, the wind brought a caressing touch on my tender skin. Deep in the MRT carriage, I took out a book to read. All of a sudden, a shrill scream pierce my ears. It was from an Indian woman. My smooth and tranquiling morning had been disrupted by a rough stone.
I enjoy reading the use of figurative and colourful languages which emphasizes the war scene. However creative and innovative the imagery and words are, I feel that the writer has successfully managed to illicit the sense of sympathy for those who have suffered in war.
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Although there are 2 more weeks left before the holidays, I decided to start on my holiday plans now since we only have another half week of lessons left. However, this holiday is only 4 weeks long (my apologies, but 4 weeks seem rather short to me as compared to end of year holidays :D) and I have many school activities during the holidays. Some of these activities include CIP activities (which I feel that I am suppose to do since I am free) and workshops conducted in school. However, the largest event in my June holidays is the June Council Camp. This year, I have taken up the challenge to be the Organising Secretary for this year's June Camp. Initially, the council ExCo has already chosen one of the senior councilor to be the OS. However, the councilor was afraid that he may have other commitments and therefore, he gave up the position as the OS. I have only recruited my OT members n0t long ago. This is going to be one of the major camps throughout the year. Fortunately, one of the days is organised by the High School Council for a combined council workshop when all the four consortium councilors come together to attend a few hours of workshops. This is my first time organising an event. I am going to consult the advisors on what are the main activities for the camp first. I hope they would help me. Because I am organising this whole event from scratch and had no idea what are the activities and plans for it.
Next term, we would be studying and analysing war poetry. I am excited and anticipating the things we are going to go through next term. War is a very controversial topic. Nobody can stop war. It just the nature of men to fight among each other, usually for one particular reason: Greed. Greed is a curse in society which brought many living creatures on earth to do their death. Greed has caused creatures of the same kind to fight among themselves and to harm each other. Most animals in the world are greedy. But Men has certain additional advantages like power and the ability to think. When people fight against one another (because of greed), the war would continue for a long time because people would seek revenge.
I am not very satisfied with my Term 2 LA performance. I feel that I could have put in a lot more effort in Term 2 as compared to Term 1. Last Term, when school had just begun, I was very motivated to complete all assignments on time and ensure that I had did good quality work. I was confident in myself and was very enthusiastic about academics.
How has learning about newsworthiness and types of news articles affected the way you read newspapers?
The droning of the approaching tanks rang persistently in my years. I rubbed my stiff hands together apprehensively and breathed warm air on them. Beyond the white freezing plains, clouds of dust began to form. The mini tanks were extremely effective in battling in the densely forested areas of the
I was hiding in a pit in the frontline. I dropped into the it and watched as blinding flash of light whizzed past overhead. Straining my ears, I tried to catch my chief’s instructions. However, his voice was drowned by the cacophony of droning machines and continuous firings. I knew it was my duty to defend the frontline. I summoned my courage and reloaded my anti-tank rifle. Within a few seconds, I felt the worst pain I have ever experienced in my life. My whole body went limb and I collapsed back into the pit in agony. I could smell the boiling blood which was staining my uniform. I thought I was going to die as the vision around me blurred. I was unable to move any limbs and I stifle a cry of anguish to prevent myself from attracting attention from the advancing tanks.
The next moment, I felt myself being dragged out of the pit violently and I knew the Germans had captured me. I was dragged through the icy forest and away from the frontline. Gradually, the noises grew fainter. However, my pain became more unbearable. Realising something was amiss, I glanced upwards. It dawned on me that the medical units had rushed to my rescue and were treating to my wounds. However, I could not resist it any longer. My eyes were watering profusely and I clenched my fists so tightly that my knuckles ache. I lay on the snow and watched the medics fumbling with their tools. I felt a sense of security even though the pain was still tormenting me. The medics treated my wound expertly and brought me back to the camp in a vehicle. I hoped I would not be assigned in the frontline in future.
Clouds of dust drifting over the rubbles caused the eyes to itched. The thick cloud of billowing smoke in the distance curled into the sky like a cobra searching for a prey. Among the cacophony of the wailing of sirens, explosions, hollering and the deafening noise of a nearby tank, a soldier lay on the broken bricks. His military uniform was drenched in his own blood and was trembling slightly. Still he clung on to his rifle desperately as if it was his only hope for survival. The taste of death is strong and overwhelming. Two other soldiers went to his aid and was fumbling with their tools nervously. They watched their companion gasping for air. He grunted and attempted to rise but collapsed onto the ground clumsily with a loud “crash” like a fallen gorilla. The smell of dried blood, sweat and dust stank the nostrils. The next moment, it seemed that the whole world was watching him intently as he glanced around dizzily. His eyelids then slide over his eyes and his body went limb like an ancient wooden log.
Process Analysis Essay
I have learnt quite a number factors which make a story newsworthy but I am only sharing a few of the main factors which I strongly agree with.
My favourite character in o Kill a Mockingbird is Atticus Finch. This is because Atticus is cool and calm. He may be old but he is wise and has a strong sense of morality and justice. I like him also because he teaches his children to treat everyone in society equally. And one of the most important reason why I like him is because he has true courage.