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Narrative Essay – Juliana B.
Posted onThe Time We Got Lost On A Mountain
Where was my family when this happened? We were in a wild forest, on a mountain, in the middle of nowhere. Hopelessly lost.
On a nice summer day, my family decided to go hiking on Mt. Baker, in the state of Washington, U. S.A. We drove there and started mid-day on a bright, sunny, well-kept trail. There were lots of people around us, too, enjoying the sights and sounds as they walked along.
As the day went on, we started to meet less and less people along the way, but we weren’t worried – we assumed everyone had done the trail earlier, in the morning. The sun was not right above us anymore – it was beginning to set. We decided to stop where we thought was halfway (the trail was a loop) to have a snack and some water. After that, we continued our hike. By then, we saw about two people every half hour, but definitely not the crowds of people we’d met at the beginning.
The trail became very narrow, and, sometimes, not even visible. But my dad kept leading the way. After about an hour, we realized something was wrong. There was no more trail. We had been cutting through bushes and trees which clearly had been growing there for a while, with no feet stepping on them constantly. We kept walking anyways. My dad figured we’d turned off of the trail, but we would find it and get back on it soon. My mom told him we should turn back. He didn’t listen. My dad was determined to keep going and finish the loop. The sun was quite low now, it was beginning to get closer and closer to darkness. We also ran out of water because we hadn’t expected such a long walk. My sister and I were scared. What if we never found our way out?
After another 100 years of walking, my dad finally gave in and we decided to come back where we came from. The problem was, we didn’t have flashlights. Blindly, we made our way back to the trail, and, already so tired, went all the way back to our car. We didn’t stop to enjoy the views this time around. It was dark and all we wanted was to sit down and have some water. Finally, 8 hours after we started the hike, we came back to our car and exhaustedly plopped down in our seats, immediately taking out the snacks we had in the glove compartment and gobbling them up.
Although this experience was tough and scary, I also learned a lot that day. First off, I learned not to listen to my dad when he so reassuringly says that he knows the way when he really doesn’t. But second of all, I learned to be more prepared. This time, it was about bringing more food and water, maps, and a flashlight, but I know that there will be other situations for which I will have to be prepared. Now, I will bring more than what I think I will need because you never know what can happen. Sometimes, you get lost, but be prepared to find your way out.
What I did well: I think I told an interesting story that was nicely organized.
What I would like to improve for next time: I want to experiment with putting in dialogue and adding more of my own feelings on the experience.
Univers Alterne – Si les 92 Résolutions Avaient Été Acceptées – Juliana B.
Posted onCeci est un projet que j’ai fait pour ma classe de Sciences Humaines 10. J’ai imaginé un univers où John Russell a accepté les 92 Résolutions que Louis-Joseph Papineau a proposé en 1837. J’ai créé une lettre et une description de ce qui s’est passé après que cette lettre a été écrite.
Univers Alterne – Description
En 1837, les 92 résolutions de Papineau ont été acceptées par John Russell. Russell n’était pas un homme très conservatif, alors il était ouvert aux nouvelles idées et n’était pas contre un gouvernement qui donnait plus de contrôle aux français, mais aux mêmes temps était sous le contrôle du gouvernement britannique. Il a mis les changements en place presque immédiatement, qui a mené à plusieurs changements dans les deux Canadas.
William Lyon Mackenzie et Louis-Joseph Papineau n’ont pas formé des groupes pour batailler et les conseils législatifs dans le Haut-Canada et le Bas-Canada ont commencé à écouter le peuple au lieu d’être contre le peuple. Le gouvernement dans le Bas-Canada est devenu plus représentatif du peuple parce qu’il y a eu beaucoup plus de travailleurs français dans le gouvernement alors il y avait plus de pouvoir pour les français. À cause de ceci, Papineau n’était plus si négatif envers le gouverneur parce que le gouverneur n’avait plus tout le pouvoir. Par exemple, le gouverneur et les membres de son administration provincial ne pourraient plus impliquer des taxes/impôts pas légaux dans les deux Canadas.
Le Haut-Canada et le Bas Canada se sont réunis en 1840 pour former le Province du Canada parce que les anglais et les français ont décidé qu’ils auraient beaucoup plus de pouvoir s’ils unissaient leurs forces. Les anglais et les français ont eu le pouvoir égal (rôles égales) dans le gouvernement.
Papineau était d’accord avec cette unification parce qu’il recevait encore ce qu’il voulait : les français avaient beaucoup d’influence dans le gouvernement et représentaient le peuple justement. William Lyon Mackenzie n’aimait pas vraiment que seulement 50% des travailleurs du gouvernement étaient anglais, mais il aussi a compris qu’en joignant les deux Canadas, on serait beaucoup plus puissant.
Les Maritimes ont joint aussi au Province du Canada, mais plus tard, en 1867. Les représentants des Maritimes étaient anglais alors ils ne voulaient pas vraiment partager un gouvernement avec les français. À un point, ils pensaient former leur propre pays, mais, comme les deux Canadas ont décidé, eux aussi, ils ont compris qu’en joignant le Province du Canada, ils auraient beaucoup plus de puissance.
La France et l’Angleterre ont vu ce qui se passait en Canada et sont devenus très bons amis comme pays et partenaires en commerce. Dans le Canada, lorsqu’il y avait beaucoup plus de représentants français dans le gouvernement, la langue française est devenue beaucoup plus populaire, alors beaucoup plus de gens la parlent actuellement. La langue anglaise a beaucoup changé aussi – on a lentement impliqué beaucoup plus de mots français, alors même les gens qui ne savaient pas parler l’anglais mais parlaient le français comprenaient ce que les anglais disaient pour la plupart. La même chose s’est passée avec la langue française : on a mélangé beaucoup de mots anglais là-dedans.
Le Canada est devenu un pays avec beaucoup plus de francophones, et ils sont répandus partout, à l’ouest et à l’est, alors environ la moitié de la population en chaque région parlait le français, au lieu d’avoir plusieurs gens francophones concentrés dans une seule région.
Creative Writing – EA567 – Chapter 1 – Juliana B.
Posted onThis is the first draft of my Creative Writing assignment for English 10 Honours, please check back soon for the good copy.
EA567
Chapter 1
Elma shut her eyes as the countdown began. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Blast off! The rocket with her inside shot through the air, launching so fast that it was gone and no longer visible in a matter of seconds. Elma kept her eyes closed. She knew that if she opened them, she would not be able to take in everything that was happening around her. Finally, after about 10 minutes, she dared to open one eye, then the other. Straight in front of her was the control panel, with its many buttons, levers, and other instruments that she did not know how to use. She had gone through training on what every single thing on that panel did, but Elma was known for being a little forgetful, so she only had the location of the Emergency button fully memorized.
Elma decided to take a peek into porthole, and was she astounded! Her home, L-32, was moving rapidly away from her, and beyond that there seemed to be nothing but blank, dark space. Suddenly, she felt scared. Why couldn’t she have stayed home? Then, she felt proud. Being the first to go to space was such an honor! But the fear was creeping up on her again, wedging its way between the mounds of pride she had for herself and her home and taking over, spreading like a plague. Elma didn’t know what to do. It had seemed so, so, cool to go to space, but what would she do now that she was up, already so far from her home that it hurt to look back at it?
Then she remembered her mission: she was going to a planet they’d named EA567, one of the many mysteries that had not been uncovered for a long, long time. It was very easy to spot EA567 from her home, as it was pretty close, a mere 384 400 kilometers away. Elma didn’t know much, but she did know that this was closer to her home than any other space object.
They had never been able to go anywhere from L-32, until one day they finally built a rocket and announced that they would be choosing someone to be the first to go to space. Elma got into the contest fairly easily, as many were too scared to go. The lucky individual was chosen partly by chance, but, of course, also by skill. Elma believed she won because she did an astounding job on the Math and Computing portion of the contest, as well as the Psychological Testing in Extreme Environments portion, even though she did poorly on the Practical portion, where she had to be in a spaceship control room simulator. Nevertheless, she was chosen, and now, as she was flying in the rocket, she thought back on all of this and reminded herself both how lucky and at the same time how vulnerable she was. Who knew what she would find in outer space and on EA567?
***
2 days later, Elma found the rocket rapidly approaching EA567, now a huge sphere looming in front of her. She could still see L-32, but it was now a small ball from this distance. She looked through the front illuminator. In a few hours, she would land on EA567 and discover what was on this mysterious space object. EA567 was covered in patches of color, which Elma found bizarre as L-32 was plain and solid-colored. She felt scared, but there was definitely no turning back now. What if there were aliens on EA567? What if they weren’t very friendly? What if her spaceship collapsed and she wouldn’t be able to return to L-32? These thoughts raced through her head as she got closer and closer toward her target.
An hour and a half later, Elma was right above the surface of EA567, looking for a spot to land. She observed very peculiar things: there were masses of green and blue on the surface, covered by white formations. As she got closer and closer, she saw through the clouds (as this is what they’d called the white formations back on L-32) that there were spots of gray as well. All of this was very strange to Elma. She had never seen anything like this! Her view opened up more and more. Elma decided on an open green spot on the surface of EA567 as her landing base. She realized that the planet was a lot bigger than L-32, about 50 times the size, and that it would be impossible for her to explore EA567 as much as she wanted to before she had to go back to L-32. Elma was now 5000 feet from the ground, heading straight for the green spot that she had chosen as her landing base. Then she noticed something. There were moving objects everywhere. There was life on EA567.
Narrative Essay (1st draft) – Juliana B.
Posted onA story I wrote in my English 10 Honours class about the time my family got lost while hiking on a mountain.
The Time We Got Lost On A Mountain
Where was my family when this happened? We were in a wild forest, on a mountain, in the middle of nowhere. Hopelessly lost.
On a nice summer day, my family decided to go hiking on Mt. Baker, in the state of Washington, U.S.A. We drove over and started mid-day on a bright, sunny, well-kept trail. There were lots of people around us, too, enjoying the sights and sounds as they walked along.
As the day went on, we started to meet less and less people along the way, but we weren’t worried – we assumed everyone had done the trail earlier, in the morning. The sun was not right above us anymore – it was beginning to set. We decided to stop where we thought was halfway (the trail was a loop) to have a snack and some water. After that, we continued our hike. By then, we saw about 2 people every half hour, but definitely not the crowds of people we’d met at the beginning.
The trail became very narrow, and, sometimes, not even visible. But my dad kept leading the way. In about an hour, we realized something was wrong. There was no more trail. We had been cutting through bushes and trees that had clearly been growing there for a while, with no feet stepping on them constantly. We kept walking anyways. My dad figured we’d turned off of the trail, but we would find it and get back on it soon. My mom told him we should turn back. He didn’t listen. My dad was determined to keep going and finish the loop. The sun was quite low now, it was beginning to get closer and closer to darkness. We also ran out of water because we hadn’t expected such a long walk. My sister and I were scared. What if we never found our way out?
After another 100 years of walking, my dad finally gave in and we decided to come back where we came from. The problem was, we didn’t have flashlights. Blindly, we made our way back to the trail, and, already so tired, went all the way back to our car. This time, though, we didn’t stop to enjoy the views. It was dark and all we wanted was to sit down and have some water. Finally, 8 hours after we started the hike, we came back to our car and exhaustedly plopped down in our seats, immediately taking out the snacks we had in the glove compartment and gobbling them up.
Although this experience was tough and scary, I also learned a lot that day. First off, I learned not to listen to my dad when he so reassuringly says that he knows the way when he really doesn’t. But second of all, I learned to be more prepared. This time, it was about bringing more food and water, maps, and a flashlight, but I know that there will be other situations for which I will have to be prepared. Now, I will bring more than what I think I will need because you never know what can happen. Sometimes, you get lost, but be prepared to find your way out.