My Students' Writing

I feel that my students have great talents in expressing themselves... Thus, i would like to share these essays with the world. This first classroom narrative writing is on their worst nightmare. It may be real... It can also be the art of imagination... but i enjoyed them all. Apart from them, all of them did well on editing the essays.

My worst nightmare is when I was 12 years old. It was the first time I had my bicycle training, which is given by my father. The bicycle was given to me on my birthday which is the day before my dad taught me how to ride it. Everything was going just fine for about an hour of hard work and tiredness, to be able to ride the bicycle perfectly. After that, I was on my own, riding the bicycle was like flying and soaring through the air with the wind blown all over my face and my hair. I was having so much fun until I didn’t even bother to look around to mind only me, my bicycle and the road. I had the bicycle moved so fast and it was a down road or more like an inclined road. Suddenly, a car passed in front of me, I panicked and lost control of the bicycle.The only thing that was left in my mind was to let go of my bicycle and jump off from it to save myself before  it is too late.I didn’t released my bicycle handle,instead I gripped it hard and went with the flow. Besides,it was my first bicycle it’s all I ever wanted before this. So,I hit the side of a car and the next thing I remembered is that I was in the hospital lying on the bed with a broken leg, arm, ribs and some   fingers. My neighbor told me everything that have happened that day as he was there when it happened. He said that when my bicycle stroke the car, I was thrown through  the left window of the car and fly out of the right ones. I didn’t  remember a thing and it's really  a big advantage for me not to remember it. From that day,i would think about the nightmare everyday when i went into bed. The nightmare haunted me for two weeks until it slowly began to fade away.I even had to called my parents in the middle of the night to get some comfort.

writer : AKMAL SHAH

EDITOR : HAIKAL

My worst nightmare when i was seven years old. I dreamed about a girl who was killed by a serial killer.She was playing with another girl at the playground near her house.Then she was approached by a man who has offered to buy her an ice cream and she followed the man to an abandoned house at the end of the street. Inside the house,the girl kept asking the man where is the ice cream but the man suddenly knocked the girl with a wooden stick until the girl became unconscious and bleeding.The killer quickly tied the girl to a chair and waited until the girl gain her consciousness.When the girl woke up,she screamed for help but nobody can help her because nobody ever passed that abandoned house.The man suddenly appeared with a knife in his hand and chopped the girl until she dies. The killer buried the girl's body inside the forest where nobody can find her.


WRITER :RABI'ATUL 'ADAWIYAH BT. JAAFAR.
EDITOR  :DANIAL ARIS.

  My worst nightmare was when i went to my late grandparent's house to celebrate Hari Raya Aidilfitri. My family and i stayed there for 3 days 2 nighst with our relatives. The eyes of heaven blazing, warming the earth to regulate mankind's body temperature. The trees along the road waving left to right, welcoming everyone back home from their busy city. My eye lid started to feel so heavy until my vision hazes."zzz..."

    The air get cold and seize my body, made me start shivering. The moon light  blazing through the edges, shone the old house with the gentle light. I moved my step approaching the blue colour door to do my business. Suddenly, scratching sound stole my attention. That sound kept echoing my eardrums. The sense of curiosity seize me. I moved my step to the windows. The wind blows suddenly, the door opens widely followed by a harsh sound and small and scary face. His eyes are widely open and his breath can kill as many people as the nuclear bomb. I tried to scream loudly but my voice but it useless. By ignoring everything, i dashes towards the front door leaving the scary creatures behind. Without any card that being named by license, i drove the car away from that haunted house. when i drove about 10 kilometer from the house, the scary creature overtook me from behind. Its speed beyond imagination. All my body started to shiver vigorously even when the weather is not so cold.

     " Zohdi....Zohdi...wake up! wake up!  I opened and scrubbed my eyes for several times before i can open it normally. " Zohdi...you are having a nightmare just now. That is because you always watches horror movie. I already told you before. A....Zohdi pick up your badges because we already arrived at your grandma's house. when i turned to the left, my body started to shiver again." The Haunted house........!!!" I shouted       

Editor: Ardyles

WHAT IS YOUR BEST DISH?

Everyone will certainly have their favourite food. I love eating.... YUMMY..... I love to cook too. I think my cooking is okay but I feel that it can never beat my mum's cook. No matter what others feel, hers is simply the best for me... What is your favourite dish? Mine is EVERYTHING halal.

The HAPPIEST moment in your life!

Although EVERYTHING is MONEY, MONEY is not EVERYTHING. People would agree that money will not be able to buy love, friendship, peace and happiness. When is your happiest moment?

Let me share one of mine:
I was once a very LESS INTELLIGENT girl in school. I was a slow-learner, always tried hard but never succeed in passing my Maths and Sciences subjects. Thus, always feel down. My mum and her workmates often discuss on the achievements of their children; making comparison so as to know whose better than the other.      "My son is  very bright, he got A in all his subjects", said one of her colleague. To stay at par, mum claimed that i was just as smart, scoring As just like the rest. Disappointed in her answer, i swear to myself that i will not allow her to continue making up the story. I tried hard finding my way in university, finally, i managed to make her truly proud of saying the truth; "My daughter had obtained Deans List every semester without fail".  I was so happy that i have managed to help her speaks the truth.

-Miss-

Now, why not share one of your story. You can also respond to mine.

Discussion 2: How different is life as an undegraduate compared to a high school student?

When we were babies, there is nothing to be afraid of. Life is simple, forgiving was easy as vengeance has never been thought of. We may sometimes be unsatisfied, but we never complain. Then, comes the school world where we start judging everything around us. We are rebellious for rules are made to be broken as some have said. We follow what we feel right. At times, we rebel for the reason we cannot understand. Now, we are moving into adulthood, we start taking responsibilities for our actions. I still remember during school, i was so quiet and often dwell on dreams of being highly intelligent. However, in university, i learn that it takes more than just intelligence to keep you move on, what is more important is the ATTITUDE. How different do you think your school experiences from the campus life you are now experiencing?

Discussion on 'I Not Stupid'

To my dearest Students,

this is now the platform for us to share opinions and discuss on issues. So, let us start with the film we watched the other day. What do you think of the characters in the film? Which do you prefer and why? Terry and Selena are taught to be dependent on their parents while Kok Pin and Boon Hock need to strive for themselves. How parents should raise their children?