Andrea's English Essay
Over the past two years, I realised Andrea's English has improved tremendously, all thanks to her English teacher in school. Her teacher has always encouraged kids to be original in their writing and to avoid creche. We really enjoyed reading some of her essays as they are rather refreshing.
The one I am putting up here for memory sake is her writing from the perspective of a chicken (her teacher got her to type it out, so I just copied and paste)...
"Ahh, how lovely!" I thought to myself, inhaling the clean, fresh scent of the air. As I had never left my coop before, I was in a state of euphoria. Together with my chicken friends, we strutted along a path, squawking every now and then. We had escaped from our coop when our boss, Mr Tan carelessly left the gate open this morning. Mr Tan eked out a living by selling us to a poultry seller in the wet market. Some of my friends, who had been taken out of the coop by Mr Tan, was never to be seen again and I think they were slaughtered by the poultry seller. The mere thought of my head being chopped off makes me shudder involuntarily.
Not far away, I saw a school. "Pok pok keh! Pok pok keh!" my sister clucked, signalling all of us to enter the school. Exhilarated, we scuttled into the school as fast as our legs could carry us.
"The area of a triangle is half times base times height," I heard a teacher drone monotonously. Out of curiosity, I peered into the classroom through the back door and noticed that the pupils were yawning and their eyelids were drooping, as if the teacher had repeated that formula for the thousandth time.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" May, my best friend, asked me in chicken language. Her eyes were twinkling with mischief. Having a cheeky nature, I grinned knowingly at May. At the same time, we pranced into the classroom, shredding anything we could get our claws on. The other chickens followed, clawing at the furniture and screeching at the pupils, who jumped in fright. In a flash, pandemonium reigned. All hell broke loose as pupils sceamed hysterically, as if synchronised, flailing their arms in the air wildly. Deciding to have some fun, I made as much noise as possible.
"Get out of the classroom!" the clearly exasperated teacher instructed, trying to maintain order. However, no one seemed to hear her. Some pupils were stroking my friends and collecting feathers as souvenirs, while others chased us around the classroom. A few children were quailing in fear.
"Someone call the attendants now!" the teacher, who was at her wit's end, shrieked upon seeing her examination scripts being torn into bits. Immediately, the class monitor rushed off to find the school attendant.
Suddenly, I felt a pair of strong hands grab my legs. I let out a wail of anguish and writhed violently. Looking up, I saw the school attendant towering over me. "Help!" I cried, trying to no avail to wriggle out of the school attendant's vice-like grasp. May, who was captured by the other attendant, was facing the same predicament. Panic-stricken, my stomach was in knots and I gasped for air, using my sharp beak to peck at the attendant's arms. The attendant, who was overwhelmed with fatigue and on the verge of throwing in the towel, yelped in agony, pausing for a moment to catch his breath.
Out of the blue, I heard a familiar whistle. It was my boss! I saw him as an angel in disguise, who saved me from the fate of being strangled to death by a school attendant. The attendant, immensely relieved, put me on the floor. Although I was reluctant to go back to my coop, I dashed towards mt boss as soon as the attendant let go of me. Thereafter, my boss apologised copiously to the teacher before taking us back to our coop. Despite having to return to our cages in the end, May and I were glad to entertain the pupils that day. As the saying goes, 'Home sweet home", I never dared to leave my coop again. Thank goodness my boss arrived in the nick of time, or I will never live to tell you this story!
The one I am putting up here for memory sake is her writing from the perspective of a chicken (her teacher got her to type it out, so I just copied and paste)...
"Ahh, how lovely!" I thought to myself, inhaling the clean, fresh scent of the air. As I had never left my coop before, I was in a state of euphoria. Together with my chicken friends, we strutted along a path, squawking every now and then. We had escaped from our coop when our boss, Mr Tan carelessly left the gate open this morning. Mr Tan eked out a living by selling us to a poultry seller in the wet market. Some of my friends, who had been taken out of the coop by Mr Tan, was never to be seen again and I think they were slaughtered by the poultry seller. The mere thought of my head being chopped off makes me shudder involuntarily.
Not far away, I saw a school. "Pok pok keh! Pok pok keh!" my sister clucked, signalling all of us to enter the school. Exhilarated, we scuttled into the school as fast as our legs could carry us.
"The area of a triangle is half times base times height," I heard a teacher drone monotonously. Out of curiosity, I peered into the classroom through the back door and noticed that the pupils were yawning and their eyelids were drooping, as if the teacher had repeated that formula for the thousandth time.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" May, my best friend, asked me in chicken language. Her eyes were twinkling with mischief. Having a cheeky nature, I grinned knowingly at May. At the same time, we pranced into the classroom, shredding anything we could get our claws on. The other chickens followed, clawing at the furniture and screeching at the pupils, who jumped in fright. In a flash, pandemonium reigned. All hell broke loose as pupils sceamed hysterically, as if synchronised, flailing their arms in the air wildly. Deciding to have some fun, I made as much noise as possible.
"Get out of the classroom!" the clearly exasperated teacher instructed, trying to maintain order. However, no one seemed to hear her. Some pupils were stroking my friends and collecting feathers as souvenirs, while others chased us around the classroom. A few children were quailing in fear.
"Someone call the attendants now!" the teacher, who was at her wit's end, shrieked upon seeing her examination scripts being torn into bits. Immediately, the class monitor rushed off to find the school attendant.
Suddenly, I felt a pair of strong hands grab my legs. I let out a wail of anguish and writhed violently. Looking up, I saw the school attendant towering over me. "Help!" I cried, trying to no avail to wriggle out of the school attendant's vice-like grasp. May, who was captured by the other attendant, was facing the same predicament. Panic-stricken, my stomach was in knots and I gasped for air, using my sharp beak to peck at the attendant's arms. The attendant, who was overwhelmed with fatigue and on the verge of throwing in the towel, yelped in agony, pausing for a moment to catch his breath.
Out of the blue, I heard a familiar whistle. It was my boss! I saw him as an angel in disguise, who saved me from the fate of being strangled to death by a school attendant. The attendant, immensely relieved, put me on the floor. Although I was reluctant to go back to my coop, I dashed towards mt boss as soon as the attendant let go of me. Thereafter, my boss apologised copiously to the teacher before taking us back to our coop. Despite having to return to our cages in the end, May and I were glad to entertain the pupils that day. As the saying goes, 'Home sweet home", I never dared to leave my coop again. Thank goodness my boss arrived in the nick of time, or I will never live to tell you this story!