Wandering Girl

Glenyse

Homesick, scared, young and native

Servant to Mr. and Mrs. Bigelow

Who loves to be around nice people, beautiful cups and red carpets

Who feels dispirited, worthless and humiliated

Who needs consideration, freedom and her family

Who fears to be tired, not good enough and loose her identity

Who gives service, care and her soul

Who wishes to experience to be accepted, loved and appreciated

She lives in the garage of a villa

Ward

Dear Diary

Today my living hell has started for real. My dearest Natasha was taken away from us – me, my husband and our two left children. A man dressed in suit driving a fancy car, appeared in our backyard forcing my little daughter at the age of ten into his hands. He said he had the right to do it. He had some papers telling us that he was only following the law of Australia, the law that has given the government a privilege to take Aboriginal children away from their parents against their desire. I can’t believe this is how the world is like! As a matter of fact we, the native people of Australia, are treated worse than animals. I feel like a stunted offspring, which I know I’m not! We are just as good as the white people, perhaps better. We’ve got some respect to other creatures, at least. We wouldn’t treat them like they are treating us. It’s not humanly! Just because we have colored skin, dark hair and live whit and of the nature, they are looking at us like we are some kind of monkeys. What have we done wrong for deserving such a cruel destiny like this? And my dearest Natasha, what life is she going to get? Is the man going to place her at any cruel reservation, or in the house of a white family? And will I ever get the chance to see her again? Will she turn into an English-speaking person, and then her Aboriginal distinctive stamps will disappear forever? I’m so broken. It feels like the stupid man took a piece of my heart while kidnapping my child lovely girl. How am I going to live without her? She was my pearl, the pearl of my heart.

My travel blog, POST 3

Hi there! I’ve got some horrifying news for you all. I read the newspaper of India this morning, and guess what has happened!? A train that ran from Kolkata to Mumbai have traced off its track and collided into another train during this night. So far, as many as 90 human beings have been found killed as a result of the crash, and this number is expected to rise after the seeking through of the two last chariots of the train is done. According to the civil defender of the province, Srikumar Mukherjee, still 70 people are missing after the collision, and these are probably dead.

The worst part of it all is that the domestic minister asserts that the tracing off the track not was an accident. In his opinion this was a plan of sabotage done by maoistic rebels. The Indian government claims that the tracks have been destroyed by a placed bomb. As a result of the fact that the maoistic rebels have done such things before and that the collision happened in a maoistic territory, they are the main suspects in this case.

I think this is some horrible news. 160 people are likely dead, and the maoistic rebels are charged as responsible of the collision. What if it actually was an accident and the maoistic “rebels” didn’t do anything? And on the other side, what about the poor families to the killed ones? Oh, I hate this kind of news! It only makes me feel sad and useless. All the time it happen so much bad things in this world, and we who are lucky enough to live in Norway, which is so safe and rich, never have to experience that side of life. We simply can’t imagine how lucky we are!

I’m heading back to my beloved country this evening. My dear family is waiting for me at the airport. I can’t wait to catch my eyes on them and tell them about every little thing I have experienced during my stay here in India. Hopefully this isn’t my last visit in this huge, colorful, tasty and exotic country, but until next time; take care! I’ll miss you all.

My travel blog, POST 2

Today I’ve been walking around in this beautiful city. There are so many different shops out there! I almost went crazy. Grocer men trying to get you as his customer while offering an offer after another offer eagerly. They hang out of cars, windows and even backyards. To sum up; they were everywhere! Pretty cute, though. And I have to admit that I felt very special out there, and especially popular among those crazy bananas. The fact that Indian women dress all covered up with their costumes, which in my opinion can be compared to a rolled up curtain, doesn’t make me feel normal at all down here. The people I passed during my little shopping looked at me like I was nude. It’s not normal for a woman to walk in the streets of India wearing a t-shirt and knee-short shorts for the inhabitants. The Indian culture is a bit fascinating, though. They listen to Hindustani, which is a type of music that contains of spiritual inspiration, cultural expression and pure entertainment. I could hear that funny sound in every shop I visited, by the way. Moreover, there are lots of different cultures in India, and each one of them has their own traditions. In spite of this, the food is pretty much the same all over the country. Spicy, tasteful and exotic describes the food pretty good, I think.

When you travel abroad, those people you leave at home expect you to bring them something back when you return. So I went on an Indian local shop to buy some real Indian presents for my beloved, pampered folks back home. The grocer man showed me a sculpture made of tree. It looked like Mahatma Gandhi, India’s biggest pride. Gandhi is known as the Father Of Nations. He was a stellar role in India’s freedom struggle. The grocer man told me that his real name was Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, and that he was born the 2. of October in 1869. I also learned that one of his most famous phrase is “Freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes”. What an informative day! And of course I had to buy that sculpture. See you later!

My travel blog, POST 1

Finally my journey to great India started off. The whole trip towards this gigantic country, with a flag painted in orange, white, green and blue, was wonderful. My plane was in time, strange enough, and my hotel room is like a paradise. There is incense everywhere, and the pillows in my bed are so soft. I’m in a real Indian mood, and I really enjoy being here already!

This country is so much larger in real life than on the television. India is one of the biggest countries in the world. Geographically it can be divided into three different types of landscapes; the Himalayas in the northern part, the Indian-northern plain-landscape and the plateau-landscape in the southern-part. During my little journey I am going to stay in New Delhi, the capital of India, and it is situated in the plain-landscape area. The climate over here is quite hot, as well. India lies in the temperate- and tropic climate zone, and that pretty much explains the heat! I almost couldn’t believe my own eyes and feelings when I arrived here! It was so hot, and there were colors everywhere; red, blue, yellow, green, and even orange. And the houses in this city are so large! Skyscrapers tall as mountains, houses wide as football grounds, and streets long as rivers – it isn’t for nothing that this country is famous for its distinctive stamps. Moreover, the famous river Ganges runs through the country. This river is the most secret thing for the Hindus living all over the world. A Hindu’s biggest wish is to visit Ganges once during his/her life. That’s a pretty amazing thought! I hopefully am going to visit it myself during this stay. See you tomorrow. Now it’s bedtime!

Task 2

This analysis is a very good example for how to write a good analysis in a properly way. The author has discussed and explained all the main events in the text, and clearly shown us the hidden message in it. From this analysis I definitely can learn a lot about how to write a good analysis later in life. If you are questioning if I am going to keep this analysis as an inspiration for later use, I won't deny it at all!

"About the butterflies", an analysis made by a student

”About the butterflies” is a very good analysis. The message in the text “Butterflies” wasn’t very clear, so that the author of the analysis has discussed different solutions of the main content of the text, and on the other hand has come up with personal views as well, is a big plus.
In “Butterflies” you have to read between the lines to get the plot properly, and I think the author of “About the butterflies” couldn’t have done it better. He/she discusses every little detail, and wants to explain why exactly this and that happened. He/she also brings forth the main message of the text, that the difference between black and white people affects their views on something as mundane as butterflies.
After reading the analysis, my understanding of the hidden messages in “Butterflies” is clearer to me.

How English influence my daily life

During a regular day, English influences me a lot. I listen to music with English lyrics, I watch English TV-programs and I even read English stuff on the internet. At school we have English-lessons as well, which I think is great! English is important to understand. You’ll meet English-speaking people, information in English and music in English everywhere you go. Even in our Norwegian country. English is our internationally world language, and without knowing how to use it, you’ll miss a lot of the globally world. I’m so happy that English influences my everyday life.

Who am I?

Hi! My name is Rebecca Juul. I’m a teenage girl at the age of sixteen years. Literally, I’m sixteen and a half, because my birthday is on the fifth of Mars, but you probably don’t care. I study at the school Adolf Øien, which is a great place to learn and feel included. I’m so happy that I decided to pick that school as my top choice! I couldn’t be more satisfied studying there.
During my spare time, I do lots of different, interesting stuff. Of course I have to sacrifice some of my spare time to do my homework, which I think is a bit sad, but that’s the price of going to school – and I wouldn’t been without it! Furthermore, I love to be with my friends and do some work out. I usually run in the forest when I’m working out, because that gives me a feeling of really using my body. Sometimes I run with a friend as well. I’ve got a lot of good friends. I live at Lade in Trondheim, but my friends are spread all over the city. I think it’s important to have friends. They are like spice to the, otherwise, greyly day life.

Mind maps for you all!

This is two mindmaps that I made during the last English-class. Enjoy yourself!

* different learning strategies.

* why do we need to learn english.