Dear all,
This is what I went through on Monday. I hope you will not commit the same mistakes again on Wednesday. Good Luck! ",)
Paper 1
Common mistakes for situation writing
Lack of salutation
informal signing off - love, your friend
formal signing off – Regards, Yours sincerely, Yours truly,
no contraction
Feeling word – happy , depressed not “I cannot wait for the trip”
Do not miss out any points so that you can score full marks (6m) for content
Stating Date
Given: 27 October 2007
So, …
27 October 2007 (√)
27th of October 2007 (√)
27th October 2007 (X)
27 Oct 2007 (X)
27 Oct 07 (X)
Keep everything to the left
Eg of a diary entry
Date: 22 April 2008
Dear Diary,
Xxxxxx
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.
Xxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.
Love,
Alice
To score higher marks, you have to consider your audience and think what is the most appropriate thing to say to your targeted audience
For example, if your friend was absent from school because he was sick, you could ask how he was feeling, hope he recover soon, hope that he has a speedy recovery.
For example, if your friend was absent from school because he was away for tournament, you could ask about his tournament, wish him good luck etc
Composition
You get to choose to write on either a picture composition or a situational composition.
Picture Composition
It is very important to look at the picture closely and include the scene (the picture) in one part of your story. For example, the one on shoplifting, you cannot mention that there is no one in the shop as the picture shows a few people.
For fire, many of you missed the helicopter which dropped the rope ladder to save the trapped victims.
You can take on the role of anyone in the picture. You can use first person or third person account. If you use third person account, you have to be consistent with it.
Essence of a story:
setting – where, when, who, what, why, how
main characters – many of you did not include a main character in your story. Some only used the phrases that I have provided. This creates a very cold report not even a story as a story has at least one main character. That is why most scored poorly.
No emotions
Situational writing
I was travelling in an MRT train when it came to a sudden stop. The next minute, I found myself in total darkness.
** Must be FIRST-PERSON account
** Third-person account downgraded by 1 band in content
Use past tense
No contractions are allowed except in dialogue
Try starting your composition interestingly. Please try not to start with “One fine day” or “One sunny day” etc
Monday, April 21, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Paper 1 & Listening Comprehension
Dear all,
I've forgotten to update the dates for SA1 English and Chinese paper 1 & LC in my blog. However, the newsletter sent earlier has the updated Paper 1 dates. I hope no one is confused over the examination dates. Apologies..
HCL Paper 1 & LC : 22/4/08
English Paper 1 & LC: 23/4/08
Chinese Paper 1 & LC: 24/4/08
I've forgotten to update the dates for SA1 English and Chinese paper 1 & LC in my blog. However, the newsletter sent earlier has the updated Paper 1 dates. I hope no one is confused over the examination dates. Apologies..
HCL Paper 1 & LC : 22/4/08
English Paper 1 & LC: 23/4/08
Chinese Paper 1 & LC: 24/4/08
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Post reading activity
Dear children,
Remember to response to the topic created in the discussion board. https://sharepoint.konghwa.moe.edu.sg/school/students/2008P53/Lists/General%20Discussion/AllItems.aspx
Click on the topic and then click on "post reply".
If you cannot access Sharepoint Portal, you have to response to the topic by writing it on a piece of foolscap paper.
Remember to response to the topic created in the discussion board. https://sharepoint.konghwa.moe.edu.sg/school/students/2008P53/Lists/General%20Discussion/AllItems.aspx
Click on the topic and then click on "post reply".
If you cannot access Sharepoint Portal, you have to response to the topic by writing it on a piece of foolscap paper.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Follow-up activity for the lesson on superlatives - 1 April 08
Dear children,
Click here to go to a story titled "Mousey The Merchant". When you are at the website, click "Full story" to listen to the story. Fill in the blanks of your activity sheet with the correct adjectives and then change the adjectives to superlatives.
This work is due on 3 of April, Thursday.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Cancellation of Supplementary Class
Dear parents,
Today's supplementary class (27 April 08) is cancelled for all girls and some boys, index no 37 - 43, in P5/3 as I will be holding individual oral practice for the remaining boys in P5/3.
The girls will be staying back next thursday for the individual oral practice with me while all the boys do not need to attend the supplementary class next week, 3 April 08.
Thank you
Today's supplementary class (27 April 08) is cancelled for all girls and some boys, index no 37 - 43, in P5/3 as I will be holding individual oral practice for the remaining boys in P5/3.
The girls will be staying back next thursday for the individual oral practice with me while all the boys do not need to attend the supplementary class next week, 3 April 08.
Thank you
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
The Power Of Listening
Talk less and listen more :)
A Saam's Tale (Finland)
Source: Retold by Elaine L. Lindy, ©2006. All rights reserved.
ONE DAY, in the land above the Arctic Circle where the Saams and the Lapps live, a young Saam youth named Sergevan ventured on a hunting trip. After three days his food supplies were nearly gone and no deer had been found. Having no better idea, when he noticed an overgrown path, he followed it.
The path led deep into the woods to a hut, and sitting on its front step was a very old woman. She looked up. "Peur?" she said in a raspy voice as he approached. "What?" said the young man. "That's the name of my great-great-great grandfather." "You look just like him," said the old woman.
"I was supposed to marry your great-great-great grandfather - oh, the memories of my Peur from so long ago!" The old woman coughed and Sergevan offered her what was left of his food and drink. Since she had no teeth, she gnawed and sucked on his crust of bread and jam. "Why didn't the two of you marry, if you don't mind my asking?" said Sergevan after awhile.
"I might as well tell you," said the old woman. "Always he took the other side! If I said it was raining, he said it was snowing. If I said it was hot in the tupa, he said it was cold. If I said to go right, he went left. Oh, Peur, Peur! - what a life we would have had if only you had listened to me at least some of the time!"
The old woman noticed Sergevan's hunting arrows and supplies and empty bag. "You must be far from home. You're welcome to stay here tonight. Have you had no luck hunting?"
"There's no deer anywhere!" said Sergevan. "I've looked and looked."
"There's plenty of deer," said the old woman. "You just need to know how to look. Your great-great-great grandfather used to lure the deer by singing. When he stole up to the deer, he'd come so that the wind blew at his back. Now, that's why your great-great-great-grandfather . . ."
In a flash, Sergevan grabbed his bows and arrows and bolted back into the tundra. By the end of that day he returned to the old woman's hut, empty-handed. He didn't want to be unkind to an old woman, but in his heart he felt angry she had given him wrong advice.
"I came back to tell you that your advice did not work," he said, grim-faced.
"You are just like your great-great-great-grandfather!" said the old woman. "He never listened to me either! Now if you had only let me finish what I was saying, I would have said that he'd come up to the deer with the wind at his back and that's why he . . . wasn't a good hunter! When the wind is at your back the deer catches a whiff of human scent and runs away. The wind must be blowing toward your face, so the human scent blows away from the deer. And singing only tells them that you're there - you must be absolutely silent."
"Ah!" said Sergevan. "I'll go back to the tundra now."
"Not now - not at night!" said the old woman. "Sleep here and leave at daybreak, that's the best time to go hunting."
When dawn broke, Sergevan headed back to the tundra. He silently crept up on a deer while the wind was blowing on his face and sent a single arrow flying. Later that day, he and the old woman feasted on his game.
"You are almost like family to me," Sergevan said. "Why don't you come live with my family?"
"I could have been your great-great-great grandmother," said she. "But you know, when they get old, all animals stay at their nest or cave. I will stay here."
"Then I will stay with you," said the youth.
And so Sergevan and the old woman lived for a number of happy years in her hut with plenty to eat and plenty to talk about.
ONE DAY, in the land above the Arctic Circle where the Saams and the Lapps live, a young Saam youth named Sergevan ventured on a hunting trip. After three days his food supplies were nearly gone and no deer had been found. Having no better idea, when he noticed an overgrown path, he followed it.
The path led deep into the woods to a hut, and sitting on its front step was a very old woman. She looked up. "Peur?" she said in a raspy voice as he approached. "What?" said the young man. "That's the name of my great-great-great grandfather." "You look just like him," said the old woman.
"I was supposed to marry your great-great-great grandfather - oh, the memories of my Peur from so long ago!" The old woman coughed and Sergevan offered her what was left of his food and drink. Since she had no teeth, she gnawed and sucked on his crust of bread and jam. "Why didn't the two of you marry, if you don't mind my asking?" said Sergevan after awhile.
"I might as well tell you," said the old woman. "Always he took the other side! If I said it was raining, he said it was snowing. If I said it was hot in the tupa, he said it was cold. If I said to go right, he went left. Oh, Peur, Peur! - what a life we would have had if only you had listened to me at least some of the time!"
The old woman noticed Sergevan's hunting arrows and supplies and empty bag. "You must be far from home. You're welcome to stay here tonight. Have you had no luck hunting?"
"There's no deer anywhere!" said Sergevan. "I've looked and looked."
"There's plenty of deer," said the old woman. "You just need to know how to look. Your great-great-great grandfather used to lure the deer by singing. When he stole up to the deer, he'd come so that the wind blew at his back. Now, that's why your great-great-great-grandfather . . ."
In a flash, Sergevan grabbed his bows and arrows and bolted back into the tundra. By the end of that day he returned to the old woman's hut, empty-handed. He didn't want to be unkind to an old woman, but in his heart he felt angry she had given him wrong advice.
"I came back to tell you that your advice did not work," he said, grim-faced.
"You are just like your great-great-great-grandfather!" said the old woman. "He never listened to me either! Now if you had only let me finish what I was saying, I would have said that he'd come up to the deer with the wind at his back and that's why he . . . wasn't a good hunter! When the wind is at your back the deer catches a whiff of human scent and runs away. The wind must be blowing toward your face, so the human scent blows away from the deer. And singing only tells them that you're there - you must be absolutely silent."
"Ah!" said Sergevan. "I'll go back to the tundra now."
"Not now - not at night!" said the old woman. "Sleep here and leave at daybreak, that's the best time to go hunting."
When dawn broke, Sergevan headed back to the tundra. He silently crept up on a deer while the wind was blowing on his face and sent a single arrow flying. Later that day, he and the old woman feasted on his game.
"You are almost like family to me," Sergevan said. "Why don't you come live with my family?"
"I could have been your great-great-great grandmother," said she. "But you know, when they get old, all animals stay at their nest or cave. I will stay here."
"Then I will stay with you," said the youth.
And so Sergevan and the old woman lived for a number of happy years in her hut with plenty to eat and plenty to talk about.
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