Monthly Archives: January 2014

The Story of A Pencil Case

Name: Zhu Yiqing

Class: Perseverance 1-E1

Date:25 Jan 2014

Title: The Story of A Pencil Case ( Draft 1 )

“ Heh, heh! Excuse me….” I yelled in displeasure. OH MY GOD! Was there an earthquake ?  I was aroused by some noise and shaking . I was just dreaming about an ice-cream. It was a sunny day. The sunlight was so bright that I could not opened my eyes. I stretched my arms and looked around out of the zipper. Trees and people were flying pass me.

“ Please stop, wait for me! I am going to be late for school !” . It suddenly dawned on me that my owner , Andy , was rushing to the bus stop in order to catch the bus to his school. I sighed in disappointment . It happened nearly every morning. It had already been a scene at the bus stop!

He tapped his ez-link card and found a seat near the window. Putting on the headset , Andy took out of his homework that was not done yet . I was also taken out and I was kind of proud that he could not do any piece of work without me .  My owner started to write in a really messy manner. He needed to hurry and finish up his homework before the teachers collected at the beginning of the day.

“Ding dong” , the door opened and Andy looked up to check where he was. “ Ohhhh…. I have missed the right stop a stop away !” He quickly packed his schoolbag and dashed out of the bus.      “ Boy ,boy! You dropped your pencil case !” one of the passengers shouted but he had already disappeared in the crowd as it was during the peak hours. I lied on the cold seat ,alone, and was forgotten by the busy world. Everyone was rushing. Students were rushing for school . Adults were rushing for work.  

Let me introduce myself. As what you had heard just now on the bus , I was a pencil case. Andy’s mom sent me to him as a birthday gift and also to encourage him to study harder. She brought me in a small stationery shop belonged to an old couple . I stayed with them for a long time as I was not that good-looking as any others.( so seldom people would have the desire to buy me ) They put in a lot of effort  to run this little business . They used a soft towel to wipe away the dust on my plastic clothes ( cover ) every single day. I had always been trying to talk with them or draw their attention but it was futile. They always ignored me and assumed that I had no brain or any feelings.  I trusted them so much and never thought that they would sell me out to a stranger! When they exchanged me with money, which was just a few pieces of paper in my eye, I could clearly hear the cracking sound of my breaking heart. Tears rolling down my cheeks, they simply thought that it was just water accidentally splashed on me.Tears was blood without colors.  

The bus suddenly jolted and pulled me back from my recollection  to the reality and the horrible situation I was in. I slipped onto the ground. After a long period of time, no one even noticed me,no one cared about my exist. My eyes looked around in a trance-like manner. I was numb in feelings already.I blamed the destiny of being unfair. 

A pair of warm hands touched my skin and gently picked me up. ” Whose pencil case is it?”.  I could tell that the voice belonged to a teenage girl. She walked around in the bus and asked the passengers one by one.” Is this yours,sir ?” many people shook their heads and I could clearly feel the disappointment shown in her tone. She handed me to the bus driver before alighting. The driver smiled and praised her for her good deed. 

The uncle put me on the windowsill. I glanced out casually with a depressed mood. The scene outside caused my jaw to drop to the ground. How beautiful the world was! I exclaimed in elation. My heart was unexpectedly cleaned by the beauty and tranquil of the nature. The chirping of the birds in the flourish trees comforted me further. Why had I neglected nature in all its beauty until now? The white clouds kept changing their shapes continually. Sometimes it looked like a little cute kitty, then after a while it became a hamburger. Wasn’t it interesting?  They were like cotton candies floating in the shallow blue sky. The sky was also as clear as diamond. It seemed to be transparent.

I traveled with the driver for the whole day, and saw a lot of things I had never seen before in my entire life. I saw children playing happily, burden-freely on the playground with their parents. That was a question I have always been wondering about. Where were my family? I admired that kind of love. Love that was without reason and never asking things in return. I saw disabled people striving for a better life. I saw gardener concentrating on trimming bushes in different shapes. I saw workers repairing the roads under the scorching sun. I saw everyone trying their best on their duties. I saw everyone contributing their parts to the society.

Earlier before , my life consisted of stationery shop and the stomach of the schoolbag only. I never know that the world was so colorful and optimistic. I was like a frog at the bottom of a well– able only to see the little patch of sky above. 

In the blink of an eye, the night came. The road lamps were turned on and the city totally changed her appearance. The neon lamps outside the shops or around the brims of the title were so bright and nice. They waved to me, saying ‘welcome!’. 

The day ended at a bus interchange. The uncle brought me down the bus with him. I was curious where he was going and how he was going to deal with me. My heart thumped wildly against my chest. I was feeling insecure. He took me into an office called ‘ Lost and Found Office ‘ and filled a form. After that, he left. An old lady put me in a room with some other items. There was an alarm clock sat nearby me. Her name was Grace. She wore a pink dress and with two big ears on each side of her head. The two hands( indicator)inside her transparent cover had already stopped working for a long time because they never fed her with battery. She was very friendly and told me about her past and how she came to here. Through her introduction, I knew that she had already been here for almost half a year. Her owner was a student also. Grace accompanied her for a few years. Once, her auntie gave her a new alarm clock. She threw Grace away on a bench in the MRT station. See, this kind of tragedy always repeatedly happened on us. We comforted each other and always stayed together with each other.

After a year, no one came to fetch us. I was used to my new life. However it was always not the way we thought it would be.

One day, a figure went in the room and packed all of us into a big jute bag and put us in a car. The carried us to a church. We were delivered to the needy as a donation. They were so poor to afford any stationery, but they wanted to study and go to school. I felt so sad for the plight that they were in. We needed to let the rich students know that there were still a lot of children in this world were suffering from poverty and not to easily throw their belongings just because they were bored about it and wanted something new. 

I felt satisfied about my new work–to serve the poor. They treated me as their precious. Because they had so little, they treasured so much…..  

 

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The Story of A Pencil Case ( Draft 3)

Name: Zhu Yiqing

Class: Perseverance 1-E1

Date:25 Jan 2014

Title: The Story of A Pencil Case ( Draft 1 )

“ Heh, heh! Excuse me….” I yelled in displeasure. OH MY GOD! Was there an earthquake ?  I was aroused by some noise and shaking . I was just dreaming about an ice-cream. It was a sunny day. The sunlight was so bright that I could not opened my eyes. I stretched my arms and looked around out of the zipper. Trees and people were flying pass me.

“ Please stop, wait for me! I am going to be late for school !” . It suddenly dawned on me that my owner , Andy , was rushing to the bus stop in order to catch the bus to his school. I sighed in disappointment . It happened nearly every morning. It had already been a scene at the bus stop!

He tapped his ez-link card and found a seat near the window. Putting on the headset , Andy took out of his homework that was not done yet . I was also taken out and I was kind of proud that he could not do any piece of work without me .  My owner started to write in a really messy manner. He needed to hurry and finish up his homework before the teachers collected at the beginning of the day.

“Ding dong” , the door opened and Andy looked up to check where he was. “ Ohhhh…. I have missed the right stop a stop away !” He quickly packed his schoolbag and dashed out of the bus.      “ Boy ,boy! You dropped your pencil case !” one of the passengers shouted but he had already disappeared in the crowd as it was during the peak hours. I lied on the cold seat ,alone, and was forgotten by the busy world. Everyone was rushing. Students were rushing for school . Adults were rushing for work.  

Let me introduce myself. As what you had heard just now on the bus , I was a pencil case. Andy’s mom sent me to him as a birthday gift and also to encourage him to study harder. She brought me in a small stationery shop belonged to an old couple . I stayed with them for a long time as I was not that good-looking as any others.( so seldom people would have the desire to buy me ) They put in a lot of effort  to run this little business . They used a soft towel to wipe away the dust on my plastic clothes ( cover ) every single day. I had always been trying to talk with them or draw their attention but it was futile. They always ignored me and assumed that I had no brain or any feelings.  I trusted them so much and never thought that they would sell me out to a stranger! 

The bus suddenly jolted and pulled me back from my memory to the reality and the horrible situation I was in. I slipped onto the ground. After a long period of time, no one even noticed me. I felt heartbroken.

A pair of warm hands touched my skin and gently picked me up. ” Whose pencil case is it?”.  I could tell that the voice was belonged to a teenage girl. She walked around in the bus and asked the passengers one by one.” Does this belong to you ?” many people shook their heads and I could clearly feel the disappointment shown in her tone. She handed me to the bus driver before alighting. The driver smiled and praised her for her good deed. 

I traveled with the driver for the whole day, and saw a lot of things I had never seen before in my entire life. Earlier before , my life consisted of school and home only. I never know that the world was so beautiful.  

After a day of travelling, I was sent to the Bus Interchange Lost and Found office .I met a new friend there. Her name was Swatch. she was a watch in white colour with blue and orange patterns.

Days past, no one had came to fetch me. I was delivered to the needy as a donation with other items that without owners.I felt so happy and satisfied that i could serve for the children that were poor and had no stationery for school.

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draft 2 a story of a pencil case

Name: Zhu Yiqing

Class: Perseverance 1-E1

Date:23rd Jan 2014

Title: The Story of A Pencil Case ( Draft 1 )

 

“ Heh, heh! Excuse me….” I yelled in displeasure. OH MY GOD! Was there an earthquake ?  I was aroused by some noise and shaking . I was just dreaming about an ice-cream. It was a sunny day. The sunlight was so bright that I could not opened my eyes. I stretched my arms and looked around out of the zipper. Trees and people were flying pass me.

 

“ Please stop, wait for me! I am going to be late for school !” . It suddenly dawned on me that my owner , Andy , was rushing to the bus stop in order to catch the bus to his school. I sighed in disappointment . It happened nearly every morning. It had already been a scene at the bus stop!

 

He tapped his ez-link card and found a seat near the window. Putting on the headset , Andy took out of his homework that was not done yet . I was also taken out and I was kind of proud that he could not do any piece of work without me .  My owner started to write in a really messy manner. He needed to hurry and finish up his homework before the teachers collected at the beginning of the day.

 

“Ding dong” , the door opened and Andy looked up to check where he was. “ Ohhhh…. I have missed the right stop a stop away !” He quickly packed his schoolbag and dashed out of the bus. “ Boy ,boy! You dropped your pencil case !”

 

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The Story of A Pencil Case ( Draft 1) ( Content )

Name: Zhu Yiqing

Class: Perseverance 1-E1

Date:23rd Jan 2014

Title: The Story of A Pencil Case ( Draft 1 )

My owner Andy was going to school . He tapped his ez-link card and found a seat near the window.  Andy took out of his homework that was not done yet . I was also taken out and I was kind of proud that he could not do any piece of work without me .  My owner started to write in a really messy manner. He needed to hurry and finish up his homework before the teachers collected at the beginning of the day.

“Ding dong” , the door opened and Andy looked up to check where he was. “ Ohhhh…. I have missed the right stop a stop away !” He quickly packed his schoolbag and dashed out of the bus. It hurt! I was dropped on the floor and forgotten.

I was left under the seat ,alone . Okay,let me introduce myself . I was a pencil case . Andy’s mom sent me to him as a birthday gift and also to encourage him to study harder .After a few hours staying on the cold floor ,finally , a pair of soft hands picked me up . She walked around in the bus and asked who I was belonged to . Sadly no one answered. From her voice, i could tell that she was a teenager.She then handed me to the driver. The driver praised her for her good deed.

I traveled with the driver for the whole day, and saw a lot of things i had never seen before in my entire life

After a day of travelling, I was sent to the Bus Interchange Lost and Found office .

Days past, no one had came to fetch me. I was delivered to the needy as a donation with other items that without owners.I felt so happy and satisfied that i could serve for the children that were poor and had no stationery for school.

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STRUGGLE IN AEIS FOR ALL INTERNATIONAL STUDENTS

I am an international student from Chong Boon Secondary School Class 1-E1 and my name is Zhu Yiqing. I came to Singapore on last year April 16th when exactly my thirteen birthday was.

My parents found a international school called SSTC through their friends recommendations. The school is located at Dhoby Ghaut. There were three other friends came with me. I lived in my school hostel at Yio Chu Kang, it was quite far. Everyday it took nearly an hour for me to go to school.

When I first came, I could only understand by half guess and half listening . And was also very difficult to communicate with others in English.

I was really lucky and glad that I have met a good English teacher. She was very patient and responsible. On the first day I went to school , I tried really hard to learn and study. Teacher taught us twenty words the first day. However, days past and the number of words we learned everyday gradually increased to sixty. Although ,it was really hard and needed a lot of effort and time, I was still willing to study for my goal. And also , no one could achieve there dream so easily, could they?

Suffering from tiring and also missing for my family, my parents ,my home, I have thought of giving up, and surrender to difficulties. However , before long, I would regain my passion and confidence.

A lot of people and also my teacher told me frequently that how difficult the exam was .  In the previous years, there was merely about 10% or below students could pass. So, I was very scared . Even , have had an auntie once asked my mom ,how many times are you preparing to try? .

One of my friends was scared away….You may think that it was unbelievable, but it was true. After one month of staying here, he actually went back to China .

I studied really hard , stay up until three, four o’clock was normal for me. I did a lot of extra exercise.

After almost half a year, the examination finally came. I felt both excited and worried . Even the night before AEIS, I also didn’t sleep. I thought it made no difference for me, I was used to it already.

10th of October was a date that would always be etched in my mind. That was a important day for me, that was when both my mental and physical suffering ended.

Then , after that , I immediately went back to China. I missed her so much—my country. Even it was a place where we usually complained about , but I really love it! Once I reached the ground of her body , I embraced it. It made me felt warm and welcomed. And I also realized that I was not alone.

I stayed in China for two months , spending time together with my family and also waiting for the result on nervous . Time flew, 24th of December , nine o’clock, i could always remember the accurate time when my school teacher called . My mom answered . She actually screamed out . Okay…kay…I knew the reaction was right !!!!!!!! I was informed that I passed the exam and enrolled into a government school, and express course as well. 

My friends didn’t got government schools, I felt sad for them , but while I was studying , they were either playing or sleeping.

(Something shameful to tell. After these two months relaxing, I forgot a lot words I had learned before. However, I think recall will be a little bit easier than remember , won’t it?),   

The difference between extraordinary and ordinary is just an extra!

My Autobiography

My name is Zhu Yiqing.I am from Chong Boon Secondary 1-E1 class. I was born in China and spent most of my childhood there.

After school, I like to read books or do exercise with my friends (It is good for our health but sometimes will be lazy to go out . haha) . I love drawing too! Recently ,I am doing my Chinese  New Year greeting card design. During the holiday, my family and I normally travel somewhere tranquil with mountains or waters. I really like to stay with my family, it makes me feel warm and secure. Home is always like a lovely harbour for me

My favourite colour is light blue . It is the colour of the sky and ocean. Whenever I look at it , it seems like show me the expansive and vise of them and how large our mind can be. Always forgive and forget.

I am always very hardworking in my study ( I think……) .I am interested in every subjects. However ,my favourite subject is History . Someone may think it is very boring and always need to remember many numbers but I am always curious about how the people live in the past and how the society develop ( improve) to our modern life .

My best friend was Si Fan in primary school. We have been friends for six years since primary one.  My primary school was an international school called ‘BEST'(a confident name ) . It was very near to my house and it took merely twenty minutes for me to walk there.

Now I am in Singapore  in Secondary school, and also very far away from my family ,my home …..  Sometimes , I will miss my parents ,but I always tell myself ‘ Don’t cry , weak people cry.   I am no longer a child ‘ .  Yes, it is a cruel truth that I have to admit  .Everyone grows up and we cannot always be under their protection.