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In my free time, I enjoy playing sports, relaxing with my pets, and spending time with my friends and family.

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Day  6 Today is Friday! I was happy in the morning. I ate bread with chocolate. School was short today. We finished at 1 o’clock. That was great. I had no homework. I went home and ate spaghetti. It was delicious. Then the best part started. I played video games all afternoon. I played Roblox and Valorant. My friends were online too. We talked and laughed. For dinner, I had a sandwich and chips. In the evening, I played until 1 o’clock. I love Fridays. Tomorrow is weekend. I can play all day.

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Day  6 Today is Friday! I was happy in the morning. I ate bread with chocolate. School was short today. We finished at 1 o’clock. That was great. I had no homework. I went home and ate spaghetti. It was delicious. Then the best part started. I played video games all afternoon. I played Roblox and Valorant. My friends were online too. We talked and laughed. For dinner, I had a sandwich and chips. In the evening, I played until 1 o’clock. I love Fridays. Tomorrow is weekend. I can play all day.

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I did not want to get up today. But I did. It was 7:15. I ate cornflakes. School was the same as always. We had science and German. I was bored. I looked at the clock many times. After school, I was happy. I went home fast. I ate a burger for lunch. It was very good. Then I played games on my PC. I played Minecraft I build cannons in the game. It was fun. My dad cooked dinner. We had noodles . After dinner, I watched YouTube and played games again. I slept at 11:30

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Day 3   Today is Wednesday. I got up at 7. I ate an apple for breakfast. School started at 8. We had a test in English. It was not easy. I think I did ok. After the test, we had art. I like art. We drew animals. At 2 o’clock, school was finished. I went home and ate rice and chicken. It was good. Then I played Call of Duty. I played with my cousin. We played for four hours. For dinner, I had soup. I was tired after gaming. I went to bed at 10:30. Good night.

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Day 3   Today is Wednesday. I got up at 7. I ate an apple for breakfast. School started at 8. We had a test in English. It was not easy. I think I did ok. After the test, we had art. I like art. We drew animals. At 2 o’clock, school was finished. I went home and ate rice and chicken. It was good. Then I played Call of Duty. I played with my cousin. We played for four hours. For dinner, I had soup. I was tired after gaming. I went to bed at 10:30. Good night.

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Day 3 I woke up late today. It was 7:30. I was fast. I ate toast and drank juice. I ran to school. I was not late. School was ok. We had history and sports. I don’t like sports. After school, I was hungry. I ate a sandwich at home. Then I started gaming. I played Minecraft with my friends. We built a big house. It was cool. My mom made pasta for dinner. I ate a lot. In the evening, I played more games. I went to sleep at 12. I like my day.

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Day 2  Today was a normal day. I got up at 7 o’clock. I was tired. I ate cereal for breakfast. Then I went to school. School was boring. We had math and English. I did not talk much. After school, I went home. I ate noodles for lunch. In the afternoon, I played video games. I played Fortnite for three hours. It was fun. I won one game. For dinner, I had pizza. After dinner, I played more games. I went to bed at 11. It was a simple day. Tomorrow is school again.

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Day 2  Today was a normal day. I got up at 7 o’clock. I was tired. I ate cereal for breakfast. Then I went to school. School was boring. We had math and English. I did not talk much. After school, I went home. I ate noodles for lunch. In the afternoon, I played video games. I played Fortnite for three hours. It was fun. I won one game. For dinner, I had pizza. After dinner, I played more games. I went to bed at 11. It was a simple day. Tomorrow is school again.

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*Monday*

I get up at 7 o’clock. I eat breakfast with my family. I eat bread and I drink milk. After breakfast, I ride my bike to school. School starts at 8 o’clock. I learn English, math, and science. I like my teachers. At 2 o’clock, school is over. I ride my bike home. At home, I do my homework. I learn for one hour. Then I eat dinner with my family. We eat pasta and salad. After dinner, I read a book. It is a good book. Then I play computer games for one hour. At 10 o’clock, I go to sleep. I am tired.

*Tuesday*

I wake up at 7 o’clock again. I eat breakfast. Today I eat cereal and a banana. I ride my bike to school. It is sunny today. In school, I have German and sports. I like sports. We play football. After school, I ride home fast. At home, I learn for my English test. I write new words. Then I eat dinner. We eat rice and chicken. After dinner, I read my book again. I read for 30 minutes. Then I play games on my computer. I play with my friends online. At 10 o’clock, I go to bed.

*Wednesday*

It is Wednesday. I get up at 7 o’clock. I am a little tired. I eat breakfast with my brother. We eat toast and eggs. I ride my bike to school. In school, we have math and history. Math is difficult today. After school, I ride home. At home, I learn math for one hour. I ask my dad for help. Then we eat dinner. Today we have soup and bread. After dinner, I read a comic book. I like comics. Then I play games for one hour. I go to sleep at 10 o’clock. Tomorrow is almost the weekend.

*Thursday*

I wake up at 7 o’clock. It is Thursday. I eat breakfast. I eat yogurt and fruit. I ride my bike to school. Today we have a science test. I learn a lot for the test. The test is okay. After school, I ride home. I am happy. At home, I do my homework fast. Then I eat dinner with my family. We eat pizza today. I love pizza! After dinner, I read a book about space. Then I play games on my computer. I play for one hour. At 10 o’clock, I am tired. I go to sleep.

*Friday*

It is Friday! I get up at 7 o’clock. I am happy because it is the last school day. I eat breakfast. I eat pancakes with my family. I ride my bike to school. In school, we have art and music. It is fun. After school, I ride home very fast. At home, I learn only a little. Then we eat dinner. We eat fish and potatoes. After dinner, I read a book. Then I play games with my friends online. We play for two hours because it is Friday. At 11 o’clock, I go to sleep. The weekend starts now.

*Saturday*

It is Saturday. I sleep late today. I get up at 10 o’clock. I am not tired. I eat a long breakfast. I eat eggs, bread, and fruit. I drink orange juice. After breakfast, I read a book. I read for two hours. It is a good story. Then I go to the garden. The sun is warm. I help my dad in the garden. We work with flowers. In the afternoon, I play games with my sister. We laugh a lot. In the evening, we eat dinner with the family. We talk and eat cake. I go to bed at 11 o’clock.

*Sunday*

It is Sunday. I sleep only a little. I get up at 8 o’clock. I eat breakfast fast. Then I ride my bike to my training. I have football training at 10 o’clock. I play with my team. We run and play football. It is fun. After training, I ride home. I am hungry. I eat lunch with my family. We eat meat and vegetables. In the afternoon, I play computer games. At 4 o’clock, I meet my friends. We go to the park. We talk and play. In the evening, I eat dinner. Then I go to bed at 10 o’clock. The week is over.

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SATURDAY, JUNE 20, 1942

Writing in a diary is a really strange experience for someone like me. Not only because I've never written anything before, but also because it seems to me that later on neither I nor anyone else will be interested in the musings of a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl. Oh well, it doesn't matter. I feel like writing, and I have an even greater need to get all kinds of things off my chest.

" Paper is more patience than man." I thought of this saying on one of those days when I was feeling a little depressed and was sitting at home with my chin in my hands, bored and listless, wondering whether to stay in or go out. I finally stayed where I was, brooding. Yes, paper does have more patience, and since I'm not planning to let anyone else read this stiff-backed notebook grandly referred to as a "diary," unless I should ever find a real friend, it probably won't make a bit of difference.

Now I'm back to the point that prompted me to keep a diary in the first place: I don't have a friend.

Let me put it more clearly, since no one will believe that a thirteen year-old girl is completely alone in the world. And I'm not. I have loving parents and a sixteen-year-old sister, and there are about thirty people I can call friends. I have a throng of admirers who can't keep their adoring eyes off me and who sometimes have to resort to using a broken pock et mirror to try and catch a glimpse of me in the classroom. I have a family, loving aunts and a good home. No, on the surface I seem to have everything, except my one true friend. All I think about when I'm with friends is having a good time. I can't bring myself to talk about anything but ordinary everyday things. We don't seem to be able to get any closer, and that's the problem. Maybe it's my fault that we don't confide in each other. In any case, that's just how things are, and unfortunately they're not liable to change. This is why I've started the diary.

To enhance the image of this long-awaited friend in my imagination, I don't want to jot down the facts in this diary the way most people would do, but I want the diary to be my friend, and I'm going to call this friend Kitty.

Since no one would understand a word of my stories to Kitty if I were to plunge right in, I'd better provide a brief sketch of my life, much as I dislike doing so.

My father, the most adorable father I've ever seen, didn't marry my mother until he was thirty-six and she was twenty-five. My sister Margot was born in Frankfurt am Main in Germany in 1926. I was born on June 12, 1929. I lived in Frankfurt until I was four. Because we're Jewish, my father immigrated to Holland in 1933, when he became the Managing Director of the Dutch Opekta Company, which manufactures products used in making jam. My mother, Edith Hollander Frank, went with him to Holland in September, while Margot and I were sent to Aachen to stay with our grandmother. Margot went to Holland in December, and I followed in February, when I was plunked down on the table as a birthday present for Margot.

I started right away at the Montessori nursery school. I stayed there until I was six, at which time I started first grade. In sixth grade my teacher was Mrs. Kuperus, the principal. At the end of the year we were both in tears as we said a heartbreaking farewell, because I'd been accepted at the Jewish Lyceum, where Margot also went to school.

Our lives were not without anxiety, since our relatives in Germany were suffering under Hitler's anti-Jewish laws. After the pogroms in 1938 my two uncles (my mother's brothers) fled Germany, finding safe refuge in North America. My elderly grandmother came to live with us. She was seventy-three years old at the time.

After May 1940 the good times were few and far between: first there was the war, then the capitulation and then the arrival of the Germans, which is when the trouble started for the Jews. Our freedom was severely restricted by a series of anti-Jewish decrees: Jews were required to wear a yellow star; Jews were required to turn in their bicycles; Jews were forbidden to use street-cars; Jews were forbidden to ride in cars, even their own; Jews were required to do their shopping between 3 and 5 P.M.; Jews were required to frequent only Jewish-owned barbershops and beauty parlors; Jews were forbidden to be out on the streets between 8 P.M. and 6 A.M.; Jews were forbidden to attend theaters, movies or any other forms of entertainment; Jews were forbidden to use swimming pools, tennis courts, hockey fields or any other athletic fields; Jews were forbidden to go rowing; Jews were forbidden to take part in any athletic activity in public; Jews were forbidden to sit in their gardens or those of their friends after 8 P.M.; Jews were forbidden to visit Christians in their homes; Jews were required to attend Jewish schools, etc. You couldn't do this and you couldn't do that, but life went on. Jacque always said to me, "I don't dare do anything anymore, 'cause I'm afraid it's not allowed."

In the summer of 1941 Grandma got sick and had to have an operation, so my birthday passed with little celebration. In the summer of 1940 we didn't do much for my birthday either, since the fighting had just ended in Holland. Grandma died in January 1942. No one knows how often I think of her and still love her. This birthday celebration in 1942 was intended to make up for the others, and Grandma's candle was lit along with the rest. The four of us are still doing well, and that brings me to the present date of June 20, 1942, and the solemn dedication of my diary.

SATURDAY, JUNE 20, 1942

Dearest Kitty! Let me get started right away; it's nice and quiet now. Father and Mother are out and Margot has gone to play Ping-Pong with some other young people at her friend Trees's. I've been playing a lot of Ping-Pong myself lately. So much that five of us girls have formed a club. It's called "The Little Dipper Minus Two." A really silly name, but it's based on a mistake. We wanted to give our club a special name; and because there were five of us, we came up with the idea of the Little Dipper. We thought it consisted of five stars, but we turned out to be wrong. It has seven, like the Big Dipper, which explains the "Minus Two." Ilse Wagner has a Ping-Pong set, and the Wagners let us play in their big dining room whenever we want. Since we five Ping-Pong players like ice cream, especially in the summer, and since you get hot playing Ping-Pong, our games usually end with a visit to the nearest ice-cream parlor that allows Jews: either Oasis or Delphi. We've long since stopped hunting around for our purses or money -- most of the time it's so busy in Oasis that we manage to find a few generous young men of our acquaintance or an admirer to offer us more ice cream than we could eat in a week.

You're probably a little surprised to hear me talking about admirers at such a tender age. Unfortunately, or not, as the case may be, this vice seems to be rampant at our school. As soon as a boy asks if he can bicycle home with me and we get to talking, nine times out of ten I can be sure he'll become enamored on the spot and won't let me out of his sight for a second. His ardor eventually cools, especially since I ignore his passionate glances and pedal blithely on my way. If it gets so bad that they start rambling on about "asking Father's permission," I swerve slightly on my bike, my schoolbag falls, and the young man feels obliged to get off his bike and hand me the bag, by which time I've switched the conversation to another topic. These are the most innocent types. Of course, there are those who blow you kisses or try to take hold of your arm, but they're definitely knocking on the wrong door. I get off my bike and either refuse to make further use of their company or act as if I'm insulted and tell them in no uncertain terms to go on home without me. There you are. We've now laid the basis for our friendship. Until tomorrow.

Yours,

Anne

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 24, 1942

Dearest Kitty,

It's sweltering. Everyone is huffing and puffing, and in this heat I have to walk everywhere. Only now do I realize how pleasant a streetcar is, but we Jews are no longer allowed to make use of this luxury; our own two feet are good enough for us. Yesterday at lunchtime I had an appointment with the dentist on Jan Luykenstraat. It's a long way from our school on Stadstimmertuinen. That afternoon I nearly fell asleep at my desk. Fortunately, people automatically offer you something to drink. The dental assistant is really kind.

The only mode of transportation left to us is the ferry. The ferryman at Josef Israelkade took us across when we asked him to. It's not the fault of the Dutch that we Jews are having such a bad time.

I wish I didn't have to go to school. My bike was stolen during Easter vacation, and Father gave Mother's bike to some Christian friends for safekeeping. Thank goodness summer vacation is almost here; one more week and our torment will be over.

Something unexpected happened yesterday morning. As I was passing the bicycle racks, I heard my name being called. I turned around and there was the nice boy I'd met the evening before at my friend Wilma's. He's Wilma's second cousin. I used to think Wilma was nice, which she is, but all she ever talks about is boys, and that gets to be a bore. He came toward me, somewhat shyly, and introduced himself as Hello Silberberg. I was a little surprised and wasn't sure what he wanted, but it didn't take me long to find out. He asked if I would allow him to accompany me to school. "As long as you're headed that way, I'll go with you," I said. And so we walked together. Hello is sixteen and good at telling all kinds of funny stories.

He was waiting for me again this morning, and I expect he will be from now on.

Anne

SUNDAY, JULY 5, 1942

Dear Kitty,

The graduation ceremony in the Jewish Theater on Friday went as expected. My report card wasn't too bad. I got one D, a C- in algebra and all the rest B's, except for two B+'s and two B-'s. My parents are pleased, but they're not like other parents when it comes to grades. They never worry about report cards, good or bad. As long as I'm healthy and happy and don't talk back too much, they're satisfied. If these three things are all right, everything else will take care of itself.

I'm just the opposite. I don't want to be a poor student. I was accepted to the Jewish Lyceum on a conditional basis. I was supposed to stay in the seventh grade at the Montessori School, but when Jewish children were required to go to Jewish schools, Mr. Elte finally agreed, after a great deal of persuasion, to accept Lies Goslar and me. Lies also passed this year, though she has to repeat her geometry exam.

Poor Lies. It isn't easy for her to study at home; her baby sister, a spoiled little two-year-old, plays in her room all day. If Gabi doesn't get her way, she starts screaming, and if Lies doesn't look after her, Mrs. Goslar starts screaming. So Lies has a hard time doing her homework, and as long as that's the case, the tutoring she's been getting won't help much. The Goslar household is really a sight. Mrs. Goslar's parents live next door, but eat with the family. The there's a hired girl, the baby, the always absentminded and absent Mr. Goslar and the always nervous and irrita Ie Mrs. Goslar, who's expecting another baby. Lies, who's all thumbs, gets lost in the mayhem.

My sister Margot has also gotten her report card. Brilliant, as usual.

If we had such a thing as "cum laude," she would have passed with honors, she's so smart. Father has been home a lot lately. There's nothing for him to do at the office; it must be awful to feel you're not needed. Mr. Kleiman has taken over Opekta, and Mr. Kugler, Gies & Co., the company dealing in spices and spice substitutes that was set up in 1941.

A few days ago, as we were taking a stroll around our neighborhood square, Father began to talk about going into hiding. He said it would be very hard for us to live cut off from the rest of the world. I asked him why he was bringing this up now.

"Well, Anne," he replied, "you know that for more than a year we've been bringing clothes, food and furniture to other people. We don't want our belongings to be seized by the Germans. Nor do we want to fall into their clutches ourselves. So we'll leave of our own accord and not wait to be hauled away."

"But when, Father?" He sounded so serious that I felt scared.

"Don't you worry. We'll take care of everything. just enjoy your carefree life while you can."

That was it. Oh, may these somber words not come true for as long as possible. The doorbell's ringing, Hello's here, time to stop.

Yours,

Anne

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Diaries are wonderful objects that allow you to discuss your emotions, record dreams or ideas, and reflect on daily life in a safe, private space. While there's no single, definitive way to write a diary, there are some basic tricks you can use to get the most out of your writing. If you aren't sure what to write about, using prompts like inspirational quotes can help get started on new entries.

Brainstorming Topics

1. Write about the events of your day. Think about everything that happened that day and record any highlights or feelings that stand out to you. Even if you had a pretty standard day, you might be surprised by deeper thoughts and feelings that come up as you write down details about your day.

Feel free to veer off into any topic you want as you're writing about the day's events.

For example, you could write about the English exam you took at school that day. Are you feeling good about the exam? Do you wish you had studied more? Are you nervous to receive your grade?

2. Contemplate your goals for the future and how to achieve them. Make a list of your short-term and long-term goals. Then, go through each item on the list and write in detail about your plan to accomplish the goal. Breaking each goal up into smaller tasks that you can work on can make your goals feel less overwhelming.

For example, you could write about short-term goals like studying for your algebra exam or hitting the gym for a cardio session.

Long-term goals would be stuff like choosing and applying to colleges or saving up money to buy a car.

3. Jot down your current feelings or mood. Don't worry about providing any context for your emotions, just focus on accurately describing what they are. You can then use those feelings and thoughts as prompts for creating detailed diary entries. Work on one thought or emotion at a time and explore it as fully as you can.

For example, if you're feeling sad, you can write a diary entry about why you feel that way and any events that may have contributed.

4. Explore your favorite subjects or hobbies in-depth. Make a list of topics that you love or your favorite hobbies. You might love movies, sports, food, travel, art, or fashion. The subjects can be anything you want, as long as they interest and inspire you. Then, choose one item from the list and create a diary entry about it.

For example, if you love sports, write about why you love a certain sport, your favorite teams, and personal goals you have if you play any sports yourself.

If you love painting, you could write about your favorite painters, the painting styles that speak to you the most, recent paintings you've made, and ideas for future paintings.

Creating Personal Entries

1. Open with "Dear Diary" if you want to. This is a completely personal choice, so go with what works best and feels right for you. At first, addressing the "Diary" can feel almost like reaching out to a friend rather than simply writing or talking to yourself. You may find this helpful if you're new to journaling.

2. Be honest in your entries. Many people find diary writing cathartic because they can let go of inhibitions on the page and truly be themselves. Feel free to record your emotions, both positive and negative, in their entirety in your diary. Remember that no one will ever see what you've written, so you can write honestly about anything. This is for your eyes only.

For example, you might write, "I feel jealous of Shaun's new car. I'm happy for him, but it seems really unfair that his parents bought him a brand new car. I'm working every day after school just to save up for a used car."

If you're afraid someone will find and read your diary, there are things you can do to prevent this. Physical diaries with locks and password-protected digital diaries are two of the most popular ways to control privacy.

Many people have epiphanies about themselves and their relationships through honest diary writing. Be open to learning about yourself as you write.

Getting into a Routine

1. Choose a specific time each day to write in your diary. Many people struggle to find the time to write in their diary. Others simply forget to write. It helps to choose a specific time each day for diary writing so that you can develop the habit. Eventually, it will become second nature, but it can help to set a daily reminder on your phone until then!

For example, you might choose to write in your diary every night right before bed.

Don't set an unrealistic schedule for yourself. If writing every day seems out of reach, plan on writing entry 3 times a week instead.

2. Keep your writing sessions short in the beginning. You don't have to set aside a huge chunk of time every day for writing in your diary! 10-15 minutes per session is a great goal when you're just starting out. Jot down your most pressing and immediate feelings and thoughts. You can always write more later in the week when you have time!

For example, you could write a few key bullet points in your diary when you're pressed for time.

Setting an intimidating schedule for yourself could be counterproductive. You want journaling to be an outlet, not a chore, so go easy on yourself.

Pick a time to write when you don't have other obligations or time constraints.

3. Use illustrations if you prefer drawing to writing. Some people find if easier to convey their thoughts and emotions through drawing rather than writing. If you're more likely to stick to a schedule when drawing or sketching is involved, feel free to use that approach!

Quick drawings may also help you get down something that you want to remember but don't have time to write about.

Writing a diary should be a cathartic experience and not a chore. Allow yourself to enjoy your writing!

To camouflage your diary, write "Algebra Notes" or "School Notebook" on the cover.

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If you're not sure what to write about in your diary, try to take the pressure off by reminding yourself that your diary is for your eyes only. Start each entry with the date and remember to write in the first person using "I" statements. You can write about stuff that happened that day, a problem you're having, a recent dream, or anything else you want. Be honest, use plenty of detail, and don't worry too much about grammar and spelling. For tips on choosing the best diary for you, read on!

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If you don't like writing or prefer recording videos, you can make a video story. (If you do that, please inform the teacher and let your parents sign the permission)

You are supposed to make 2 videos of at least 3-5 min. You decide whether you want to record one day in your life or a short overview of a week in your life (or both).

You can either film yourself (maybe with the help of someone else or a selfie stick if you like) OR record from your perspective. For more ideas see the links below.

Keep in mind:

-Don't record during school

-Be careful recording others who do not want to be in the video. Ask for permission if necessary!

-Use good language!

-Make the video interesting (in what you say/show)

-Talk enough and in English!

-Ask your parents for permission and let them sign the permission sheet (below)

-Submit (abgeben) the 2 videos on the padlet or per email/ usb-stick (if you don't want the class to see it)

Some guidline and ideas

1. Plan a simple story

Even a “casual” vlog needs structure. Think:

Morning → Day → Evening

Add a theme (e.g. productive day, lazy day, school day, self-care day)

2. Use a mix of shots

Avoid holding the camera the same way all the time.

Wide shots (you getting out of bed)

Close-ups (coffee pouring)

POV shots (walking, working, studying)

This makes your vlog feel more cinematic and less repetitive.

3. Talk pletny (But keep it natural)

Introduce your day briefly

Share thoughts, plans, or feelings

Don’t over-script—just be real

4. Keep editing elean and engaging

Cut out boring pauses

Add light background music

Use quick transitions (nothing too flashy)

Good tools:

CapCut

Adobe Premiere Pro

InShot

5. Use music to set the mood

Calm music for mornings

Energetic beats for busy scenes

Soft music for nighttime

6. Focus on aesthetic Details

Little things matter:

Clean background

Good lighting (natural light is best)

Neat framing

A visually pleasing vlog keeps viewers watching longer.

7. Keep it short and interesting

Aim for about 5 minutes

Cut anything repetitive

8. Add personality or value

Ask yourself:

Is it relaxing?

Is it motivating?

Is it funny?

9. End with a simple closing

Wrap up your day

Thank viewers

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Keep in mind:

-Write the entries in a journa/book/on a sheet! Not on the computer!

-Use the ideas/material

-Write at least 150 words per entry

-Make it interesting (write about anything that comes to your mind: daily routine, good and bad experiences, feelings, dreams, etc...)

-Write clearly!

-You can decorate your journal with photos, drawings, colours, etc.

-Consider good grammar and vocabulary

-Take a photo of at least 1 entry and post it on the padlet. The other 5 I will just briefly see but not read (so you can also write about personal and private things!!)

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My Hero Ayrton Senna

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Leonardo da Vinci was one of the most important people of the Renaissance. He was born in 1452 in Vinci, Italy. Leonardo was not only a painter, but also a scientist, inventor, engineer, and writer. Because he was good at many different things, he is often called a “genius.”

Leonardo da Vinci is best known for his famous paintings, such as Mona Lisa and The Last Supper. The Mona Lisa is one of the most well-known paintings in the world, especially because of the woman’s mysterious smile. In The Last Supper, Leonardo showed strong emotions and detailed facial expressions, which was very new at that time.

Besides art, Leonardo was very interested in science and nature. He studied the human body, animals, plants, and machines. He filled many notebooks with drawings and ideas, including flying machines and inventions that were far ahead of his time. Many of his ideas were not built until hundreds of years later.

Leonardo da Vinci died in 1519, but his work is still admired today. He showed that learning and creativity can go hand in hand, and he continues to inspire people all over the world.

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My Hero ist Maria Pesalla, a very special person in my life. She was born on February 7, 2012, in Berlin. Her parents come from Poland. Maria speaks Polish and German fluently, and she is currently learning English and Spanish at school. She has 2 brothers and lives in Grünheide.

Maria is very intelligent girl and always gets good grades at school. She hates biology and also does not like physics. Her favourite school subjects are Spanish and LER. Her favourite colour is dark blue. One interesting fact about Maria is that her bones are very flexible.

Maria ist my hero because she is my best friend and an amazing person. She is kind, friendly, cheerful, helpful and very smart. She always supports others and helps whenever she can. I love spending time with her, and I am very grateful to have her in my life.

In her free time, Maria enjoys watching her favourite TV series, "Ranczo." She loves pasta and sushi, and her favourite drinks are coffee, Spezi, and water. She hates licorice, loves Christmas, and really enjoys holidays.

Maria is my hero because she makes my life happier and better every day.

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My hero, my hero for me, is me.

I was born in Kyiv, Ukraine, on December 12th. It was snowing heavily that day. I was the second child in the family. I started studying vocals and modern dance when I was 5 years old. I started school at the age of 6 with my older sister. I was always the shortest and smallest everywhere. I had a lot of friends in Ukraine. When the war started, my family and I moved to Germany. I had to learn German very fast. In Germany, I started to play the piano and dance ballet. I graduated from primary school with good marks.

After that, I came to high school CBG.

Why am I a hero for myself?

I am a hero because I learned German very fast, also started dancing ballet and studying in German .

No pictures !

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That's the biography about my hero.