ConnecTED Learning
Year 7 ConnecTED Learning students finished Term 2 by looking at the cycle of the Hero’s Journey. This unit culminated in a narrative. Below are some student narrative examples.
“Ahhh this is the life” Conrad murmurs to himself as he waters the lawn in his stubby work shorts and thongs, his dog chases the tennis ball around the yard as the cool breeze rattles the wind chimes on his balcony.
Hamish Curry
The area where Liz lives is known for its harsh conditions and the cruelty that nature can bring. One year it can be the high winds that destroy her family’s crops and another it can be the continual wicked droughts or flooding rains that wipe out the country as Liz knows it. In her short life, Liz has seen them all and heard epic stories about droughts, floods and winds of the past.
Claudia Hamilton
Nigel glanced at the oil dripping down his snake tattoo making it look like it was bleeding, and coming alive ready to slither from him arm and into the oil can. It was a hot day in Boston. Nigel thought about his scars and the horrific orange blaze that caused them. He had hated fire ever since the explosion. It almost destroyed his shop. The smell of fresh oil wafted through Nigel’s automotive shop. He could hear his hamster, Lemon, running in his wheel.
Ned Shaw
I must have slept longer than I was meaning to because when I open my eyes I see huge buildings, and I've never seen so many cars all in one place, and then, we pull into a driveway that belongs to a small house.
The house looks different compared to all of the big houses that surround it. The grass is overgrown, the weeds towering over it, and all of the plants are dead. It’s obvious that no-one had lived here for a while.
The inside isn’t much better, spider webs in every corner and spiders lurking on every wall. I continue to make my way around the house while mum starts to unpack, and the moving van pulls into the driveway.
Once I’ve had a good look around the old creaky house I decide to go look for a duster, and get all the spider webs off the walls. Once I’m finished the house looks okay, I guess, at least better than before.
Lily Shipway
The stifling air surrounding Mok made her a touch sleepy. The spring not only brought the blooming of Alliums or entangled orchids but the unfurling of young Mok Yun’s favourite rock fern.
The glass house at this time of year was teeming with succulents,
cacti, conifers, mosses and fruit-bearing plants. Mok had a particular interest in all things green.
Bridgette Champ
The shadows were lengthening and voices were laughing. The celebrations were starting and a pile of sticks arose into a large fire that became the centre of attention. Finley watched the end of harvest celebration from the distance perched bareback on a bay stallion, ready to run away from the world she was trapped in.
Finley nudged the horse and the stallions powerful haunches tensed and he pushed forward into a gallop. Under moonlight, Finley whispered to Eloi to calm down. Normally she wasn’t scared of this paddock but in the dark, the shadows of the tree’s reached out leaving many area’s dark and forbidding.
Eloi galloped towards the area Finley pointed him, Finley abruptly jumped off and ran to the dark wall. She pressed a stone and part of the wall opened to let Eloi and Finley out. Guiding Eloi through the branches that got in the way took a long time.
On the other side, Eloi found a log and stood next to it patiently waiting for Finley to jump on his back landing as light as a cat pulling herself into the correct position.
Lauren Cooke
Ms Mel Cramp I Leader Connected Learning and Pedagogy