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Feedback: Love the photographs! Your adversity story features an effective use of imagery and adjectives. Remove some of the sentences that tell too much. 86% using Naplan marking criteria.
//Ender's Game// Questions: Sound responses to all questions. However, the novel does challenge the conventions through the unusual hero - a child who can be very cruel and a killer, and the villains - the teachers. 8/10 =12 Word Story=

I woke up, went to school came home again and fell asleep.
=50 Word Story= ==I am waiting for it with horror. A sad day which will bring joy to many. Not to I. Its approach is nothing but pain, a thornbush in my flismy body. It will crack my frail world in its laughing march of shadow. Tomorrow, I will obtain my first sibling.==

=Cloud Watching Poem=

'It's alright'
N.b. The last three lines of the poem are a reference to 'Here Comes the Sun' by the Beatles. Love the imagery. The only flaw is 'Then convulses...prolonged tongue.' Revisit this section. 7.5/10

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=Discovery Paragraphs=

== Some say life is nothing but questions. I can’t say that I fully agree, but surely the answers are everywhere. I’ve often wondered what it all meant. Why am I here? What is the purpose of it all? To be perfectly frank, I have no clue. Is it to live, work and die? Is it 42? I’ll probably never know. But being the conscious person that I am, I set out to discover what the meaning of life means to me. What followed took me all around the globe, to the ends of the known universe. At least, the world map on my bedroom wall. And I discovered more about myself than is humanly possible. ==

== And after all of my philosophical journeys, what is the meaning of life you may ask? Is it to have fun, to serve God, to reproduce and continue the human race? Well, it could well be any number of those particular answers, but I offer another which, to me, is the only answer I need. My answer to the ultimate question, the meaning of life, is whatever I want it to be. If someone or something put me on this firm Earth to live my life, than it is my life I must live. Life is a blank piece of paper, and I can draw whatever I want on it. ==

=Interesting Person=

= It was three in the morning when they found him. Screaming, moaning in agony behind the burning wreck of the plane. The sole survivor of Qantas Flight 763, Sydney to London direct. His recent departure marked the first ever crash of the A380, the behemoth of the skies; in the world. I was an interrogator back then for the Feds. He was led into the office handcuffed, as we couldn’t take any chances. Potentially a murderer. Potentially a murderer of 500 innocent lives. As I gazed at his tattered body I could see the telltale signs of his recent rollercoaster ride. Thick bruises, cuts and burns. They streaked all over his darkened flesh as if someone had made him a cat scratching pole. He wore no shoes; as they had most likely burned off during the crash. And his clothing had been scarred and crinkled in the flames. = = = = “I tell you, I come from Bombay. I was working in Melbourne as a telecommunications man when they sent me to England to see some...some...ah...um...company clients.” = = = = I didn’t believe him for one second. His lowered eyebrows said it all. He was sweating, the tears of guilt running down his blotched face. He looked up and sighed. I couldn’t help but notice the tattoo emblazed and faded on his right shoulder. There wasn’t much left, but I could make out a Khanda – the symbol of the Sikhs. So this man was Indian, as he had said. His burnt turban glowed orange in the dim light of the interrogation room. He knew we were observing him closely. = = = = “I was up front, enjoying a movie when I heard a tremendous noise behind me. The whole aircraft rocked about madly and people were sent flailing into the seat isles. I got down and braced for the landing...” = = = = “Excuse me Mr. Bhatnagar, but I was under the impression that you emerged from the //tail// of the aircraft. Considering you were the only survivor, it seems unlikely that you are telling the truth.” = = = = He couldn’t answer to that. He bowed down and prayed, muttering incomprehensible words. His frozen eyes widened. His bleeding lips trembled. And he confessed. =