CONVERSATION

This poem by Olive Dove is in my Literary Reader and I love it.
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Why are you always tagging on?
You ought to be dressing dolls
Like other sisters.

Dolls! You know I don’t like them.
Cold, stiff things lying so still.
Let’s go to the woods and climb trees.
The crooked elm is the best.
From the top you can see the river
And the old man hills,
Humped-backed and hungry
As ragged beggars.
In the day they seen small and far away
But at night they crowd closer
And stand like frowning giants.
Come on! What are you waiting for?

I have better things to do.

It’s wild in the woods today.
Rooks claw the air with their cackling.
The trees creak and sigh.
They say that long ago, slow Sam the woodcutter
Who liked to sleep in the hollow oak,
Was found dead there.
The sighing is his ghost, crying to come back.
Let’s go and hear it.

I hate the sound.

You mean you’re afraid?

Of course not.
Jim and I are going fishing.

Can I come too?

What do you know about fishing?
You're only a girl.

BOND...I LOVE BOND...

The artist at work

Today I helped NewPinch and her brother in the project of making a fish with pulses. It was easy for me to do but for NewPinch and her brother, it was very difficult. Because I had only to stick the pulses on paper.

Guess who am I?

Yes, I am Bond-
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Fevi-Bond.

boring mom, uploaded it ulta

In process

Madame artist has many eyes

'A' or 'V'?

The man whose job I was doing is seen playing with roti da dabba

The name is Bond...Fevi Bond

They are cruel, they will frame this fish

Painted and framed

The finished product

(As dictated by NewPinch to her mom. NewPinch has dozed off, Photo captions courtesy-Mom)

A Spoiled Games Period

Yesterday was my games period. It was totally spoiled. Let me tell you how.

We girls decided to play Kho-Kho and the boys decided nothing but to spoil our game. So they sent Prabhjot to do it. He just sat in the track. I got angry and angrier. It was my turn to run. Jessica of the opposite team asked me why I was not running fast enough. I said, it doesn’t matter to you, because if I run slowly, it will be easier for you to chase me.

The boys were disturbing our game. So I decided I won’t play because I was filling up with fire of anger. I sat on a bench. I saw two girls named Arpan and Manvi were saying that we would play only in the shade because we will get sun-burnt. I told them it is not your beauty contest tomorrow that you have to be protected from sun. Then all the girls decided that they will not play kho-kho, they will play catch-catch. Both my best friends Ashpreet and Gurjit saw me sitting alone so they decided not to play. Some boys challenged us to catch them. All of us girls caught them and the boys learnt their lesson right.

Still it was a spoiled games period.

IMPRESSIVE - CHINESE MAN SPEAKS PUNJABI

My mother's teacher sent her this video and she showed it to me. I wish to share it here.

MY HERO

The Amazing Michael Phelps

My Social Science Teacher

My social science teacher’s name is Mrs Gurjeet Kaur. She teaches us History, Geography and Civics. The best thing about her is that she teaches History like Art; Geography like English and Civics like games. Sometimes I think that she is like my class teacher of Class IV, Mrs S. Dhaliwal. Mrs Gurjeet’s voice is like Mrs Dhaliwal’s. Her handwriting is also like hers. Her way of teaching is like hers. She even teaches English - not to us but to some other classes. She is strict, but to me she is polite. This is perhaps because for good students, even the strictest teacher becomes polite; but for bad children, even the most polite teacher is strict. Actually she was on leave on my first day of senior secondary school in VI standard. I asked Jasleen, my senior busmate about all the teachers who were going to teach us. I asked her who all were strict. When I told her that Mrs. Gurjeet would teach us social science, she yelled in surprise and shouted, “Mrs. Gurjeet?” I said yes, “Then what? What is the matter? Is she very strict?” She said, “Yes she is strict, but is one of the best. Her teaching, her voice, her love for good students all is worth appreciation." I felt proud that she is teaching us, I am proud to have her as my teacher.

Eating With Chopsticks

Chop! Chop! Chop! Eating with chopsticks is fun, isn't it? But I was thinking, if there were no noodles, what fun would be chopsticks? Chopsticks, I think, are associated with Chinese and Japanese. I was tempted to eat noodles with chopsticks when I went to Yo!China! restaurant. They first said we don't have them. I said to Mama, "What kind of Chinese restaurant is this, if they don't have chopsticks?" I think they heard me, they said, ok we will give you a set. I brought it home and now I eat Maggi with the chopsticks.

My First Monochrome in Paint

Monochrome means 'one colour'. This is my still-life painting assignment. In monochrome, we have to use one colour and we can make or use different shades of the same colour which we choose. I had no idea I could make a good mono with poster colours also. Because I had used a red crayon once to make my first monochrome. I was amazed that Mama loved it, Harman, Avi Didi, Jasleen, Avneet, Komal Didi, Ekjot, Ashu, Guru- all liked it.

Visit to the Village

We were on to the village where my Papa's friend's parents lived. We went to the field by walking on the banna (the edge of small water canal used to supply water), clicked some photos. My Papa's friend's parents were making a new house. We saw the grazing grounds and the buffaloes. On the way back I thought my Papa's other friend R's face just looked like Zen's first model.