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Friday, 30 October 2015

Spelling Test

Today I did my buddy spelling test. I got 100%!!! Here are my words.



Wednesday, 28 October 2015

Fear Writing

In class we have been writing about one moment in time that we felt fear. We tried to include what we felt, heard, said, what someone else said, what we thought, what we did, what someone else did, and what we saw. 

Here is my writing!


Dentist Days



My heart is thumping and my brain has burst. My hands are shaking and my mind is prepared for the worst.

As my family and I trudge into the courtyard on a sunny day at 10:00. I see the horrific place. The place at the bottom of my favourite places list. The place called Ross Intermediate Dentists.

By now I have arrived at the Dentistry Building. I press the green buzzer. The doors creak open. I walk in, and this is what I see…

A receptionist peacefully writing on a computer in an empty room with three chairs and a plant in it. The Dentist’s Assistant strides down the corridor and beckoned to me to follow her. I did. She led us into room 4.

My sister was up first. I occupied myself by reading the posters on the wall. Then, before I knew it, it was my turn. I sit on the chair and position my head. The chair is lowered so that I am now lying down. I opened my mouth wide. The dentist peered in…

“ Well what have we here.” Announced the dentist. “ Lovely brushing on these teeth. Now, tell me, have you had any wobbly teeth lately?” I answered no. “ Well, you’re going to get some very soon,” she declared. “ Now, lets have a peek at the other side of these teeth.” She moved her gloved fingers around my mouth. “ Oh dear.” She murmured. “ Oh dear.”

The pain, I could feel it already, piercing deep into my gum, red-hot and flaming, burning around the rest of my mouth. I need a filling.

The procedure starts. First, a weird minty paste is spread around the area of the needed filling. Then, the dreaded syringe comes out. It is filled, then taken to me. “ Now, lie still and relax, this won’t hurt a bit.” The Dentist assured me. She advanced towards me and prepares for the situation. The syringe sinks in…


I see a blurry black shape lilting from side to side. I blink. Suddenly, my vision is back. I can see everything in the room. The mysterious black shape must have been the Dentist fussing around me. I change my thoughts to my mouth. My lip feels like it has been blown up. Not destroyed blown up, enlarged blown up. I realise that someone is talking to me. “ What?” I question. “ You’re all done honey,” the Dentist repeated. I feel relief wash over me like a bucket of ice-cold water. It’s all over. I never, ever want that to happen again.