WOW! This place looks incredible! I feel awesome to be here, with roo and Mech boy and everyone else who are here. Please don't be angry if you wern't!
I am the only person on here with no uniform!
Saturday, 29 March 2008
Wednesday, 26 March 2008
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Tuesday, 25 March 2008
Easter bedtime story
Sofia snuggled under the covers, snorting with laughter as her mother tickled her mercilessly. "What do you want?" Sofia called from under the covers when a knock on the door issued to her ears.
"Can I come in?" Laina called.
"Ok!" Mum said.
The three of them lay in the queen-sized bed, breathing deeply, giggling as someone nudged them in the stomach.
"Do you know what day today is?" asked Mum to Sofia.
"No."
"It's Easter Friday. If you want I'll tell you the story."
So Laina and Sofia clasped their mother and were whirlled back a thousand years, maybe more.
Once upon a time, a man named Jesus lived. He was good, kind and helpful. His mother Mary and father Joseph were good and kind too.
But people in his village despised him. 'Get rid of him!' they spat, and found Jesus. They scentenced him to death.
On friday, Jesus was stripped of his clothing, and was was ordered to carry a heavy wooden cross. People laughed as he dropped the cross, twice. The third time he did, a man was told to carry it for Jesus.
Two robbers were at the sight. They were nailed to heavy crosses identical to Jesuses. They looked at the man in front of them, limping towards his death place. One moaned 'I am sorry for what I have done. Please have mercy!' People laughed, but Jesus looked him in the eye and said 'you have done a good thing. Remorse is recovery. You shall be spared.'
But not spared from death. The other robber moaned, and Jesuses cross was lain on the ground. He lay ontop of it, and cringed in pain as his hands were nailed to the cross, then his feet. The cross was lifted to standing postion. An evil man produced a crown of thorns and rested it on Jesuses head, and then pushed it hard. Blood trickled from his fore-head.
Mary and her friends ran up to Jesuses cross, crying.
Joseph followed. Jesus gave his parents a little smile and closed his eyes.
After a few minutes a man walked up to Jesuses side. He touched the still-warm cheek. 'He is dead!' the man called to the crowd. 'Are you sure?' someone shouted. The man pulled a knife from his pocket and sliced the side of our heros body.
Cheers rose from the crowd. Tears fell down Marys cheeks as she watched her son die.
After the crowds dissapeared, Mary, Joseph and other followers took poor Jesus down from the cross. They lifted him into white sheets and wrapped him up. They laid him in a cave, and struggled with a heavy stone. At last, when the stone was over the burial chamber, they left the cave in tears.
Three days passed. Joseph and Mary, who missed their sone terribly, decided, on the third day, they would check up on their son. When they gathered the people who had witnessed his body being hid ftrom evil, they marched on down to the spot. The rolled the stone off the entrance and gasped.
HE WAS GONE!!!
Mary began to cry. A beautiful angel came down from the clouds and said 'Your son is ok. Jesus is up in heaven with his father.'
When she dissapeared, a white-robed man with dark hair and beard and twinlking eyes emerged, smiling and opening his arms wide, letting love escape.
"OK!" Mum said briskly, "Bedtime!"
"Wow!" said Laina, "Cool story!"
"Yah, cool sorty," said Sofia, getting muddled.
"Lie down and fall asleep," Mum said, "Beddiebyes."
As Laina fell asleep, she dreamed of Jesus. Being a Christian, she felt no distain to the story - for it was not a story, it was the truth.
And Sofia - well, for a five-year-old, they care about chocolate!
"Can I come in?" Laina called.
"Ok!" Mum said.
The three of them lay in the queen-sized bed, breathing deeply, giggling as someone nudged them in the stomach.
"Do you know what day today is?" asked Mum to Sofia.
"No."
"It's Easter Friday. If you want I'll tell you the story."
So Laina and Sofia clasped their mother and were whirlled back a thousand years, maybe more.
Once upon a time, a man named Jesus lived. He was good, kind and helpful. His mother Mary and father Joseph were good and kind too.
But people in his village despised him. 'Get rid of him!' they spat, and found Jesus. They scentenced him to death.
On friday, Jesus was stripped of his clothing, and was was ordered to carry a heavy wooden cross. People laughed as he dropped the cross, twice. The third time he did, a man was told to carry it for Jesus.
Two robbers were at the sight. They were nailed to heavy crosses identical to Jesuses. They looked at the man in front of them, limping towards his death place. One moaned 'I am sorry for what I have done. Please have mercy!' People laughed, but Jesus looked him in the eye and said 'you have done a good thing. Remorse is recovery. You shall be spared.'
But not spared from death. The other robber moaned, and Jesuses cross was lain on the ground. He lay ontop of it, and cringed in pain as his hands were nailed to the cross, then his feet. The cross was lifted to standing postion. An evil man produced a crown of thorns and rested it on Jesuses head, and then pushed it hard. Blood trickled from his fore-head.
Mary and her friends ran up to Jesuses cross, crying.
Joseph followed. Jesus gave his parents a little smile and closed his eyes.
After a few minutes a man walked up to Jesuses side. He touched the still-warm cheek. 'He is dead!' the man called to the crowd. 'Are you sure?' someone shouted. The man pulled a knife from his pocket and sliced the side of our heros body.
Cheers rose from the crowd. Tears fell down Marys cheeks as she watched her son die.
After the crowds dissapeared, Mary, Joseph and other followers took poor Jesus down from the cross. They lifted him into white sheets and wrapped him up. They laid him in a cave, and struggled with a heavy stone. At last, when the stone was over the burial chamber, they left the cave in tears.
Three days passed. Joseph and Mary, who missed their sone terribly, decided, on the third day, they would check up on their son. When they gathered the people who had witnessed his body being hid ftrom evil, they marched on down to the spot. The rolled the stone off the entrance and gasped.
HE WAS GONE!!!
Mary began to cry. A beautiful angel came down from the clouds and said 'Your son is ok. Jesus is up in heaven with his father.'
When she dissapeared, a white-robed man with dark hair and beard and twinlking eyes emerged, smiling and opening his arms wide, letting love escape.
"OK!" Mum said briskly, "Bedtime!"
"Wow!" said Laina, "Cool story!"
"Yah, cool sorty," said Sofia, getting muddled.
"Lie down and fall asleep," Mum said, "Beddiebyes."
As Laina fell asleep, she dreamed of Jesus. Being a Christian, she felt no distain to the story - for it was not a story, it was the truth.
And Sofia - well, for a five-year-old, they care about chocolate!
Saturday, 8 March 2008
LOL!
What other things do you know? Do you know ROFL or HHH (hahaha)? Please, let me know,
LOL,
NEINA!
LOL,
NEINA!
Tuesday, 4 March 2008
Year 7
I really like Year seven. I think it's fun, I don't want to go home, and I love the way Mr Woody teaches. I think Peachgrove is really cool. I want to know if you agree with me.
Please, I want to know what the years eights feel about schooling.
Please, I want to know what the years eights feel about schooling.
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