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This is my animation! I have tried so hard in recording it, converting its size and format TT. I hope you guys enjoy the video!

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This is the storyboard of my story: The Secret of the Sheep. It summarizes my story in 6 boxes. I hope you can have a brief understanding of my story!

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This is my longer story about a girl called Jane whose life is full of ups and downs. I write this because I want to provide positivity to you guys at the end of the semester. It's a tough time, but we will do good!

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I am Jane Smiff. I am not an orphan. Initially yes, but now I am not. Since I was born, I have lived in an orphanage for more than 10 years. You would never understand how it felt. I would never forget things that happened there -- a girl named Olivia stole the teddy bear I received last Christmas, a boy named Carlos who hit my head and arm with bruises, a catering staff named Julie who did not provide me with the same amount of food as others, and…… I could still remember the hunger, the tears on my face and the anger inside my heart. Why was I suffering? Why could other kids enjoy a loveable childhood? I could not believe that I have lived there for so long. I put my clothes, my books and drawing stuff into my suitcase, pulling it out while I am saying goodbye to my ‘comfort zone’, meeting my new family at the front door with 100 envious eyes behind me. The Smiff family was in front of me. I saw dad, mum, my elder brother and sister. I have never thought that others could love me, and I have never thought that hope is such an important thing for everyone. Long story short, this is how the story happens……

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Hi guys! This is my final poem: Breakfast! I write this because I want to sum up the breakfast made by my mum throughout my entire life. I hope I won't make you feel hungry if you are reading it at midnight! Enjoy the poem!

Breakfast

Mondays

My mum cooks me fried egg

Which is as thick as brick

She comes out from the kitchen

Said I’m in malnutrition

Then gives me more meat and milk

Wednesdays

My mum changes the food

Which also changes my mood

Bye healthy, but say hi to throaty

Hashbrowns and biscuits make my thirsty

I ask, ‘Aren’t I malnourished?’

Mum said, ‘Yeah, but this is what you wished!’

Fridays

The food changes again

And finally not from a hen

She gives me a bread

Which tastes very bad

I give up and run away

Weekends

It’s time to have a break

So we go somewhere near the lake

The cafe provides bagel

I add a little truffle

Which makes my day beautiful!

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Monday

My mum cooks me fried egg

Which is as thick as brick

She comes out from the kitchen

Said I’m in malnutrition

Then gives me more meat and milk

Wednesday

My mum changes the food

Which also changes my mood

Bye healthy, but say hi to throaty

Hashbrowns and biscuits make my thirsty

I ask, ‘Aren’t I malnourished?’

Mum said, ‘Yeah, but this is what you wished!’

Friday

The food changes again

And finally not from a hen

She gives me a bread

Which tastes very bad

I give up and run away

Weekends

It’s time to have a break

So we go somewhere near the lake

The cafe provides bagel

I add a little truffle

Which makes my day beautiful

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I am a normal girl. You may not recognize me on the street as I am super normal, but this is me - a girl with glasses, a ponytail and a big backpack. These are my signals. It is a sunny school day today. My first lesson starts at 9:30 am, and there is no one beside me when I am walking on the campus, waiting for the lift, walking through the corridor……I begin to peep at the small windows on every classroom door, feeling interested in knowing what is going on. This is my everyday routine at school. As long as I am not having lessons or at the library, busy doing assignments and revisions, I will wander around the campus. University life is still a brand new thing for me - having a schedule planned by myself is definitely an example. At 6:30 pm, on the way back home after dismissal, I started to think that university school life does not only contain studying, but also learning how to plan our day. I understand that I still have lots of improvement in this part - I am a deadline fighter sometimes. Yeah, I know it will be better later. I hope I can enjoy my 4-year journey!

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Exercise 3:

John and his brothers followed what their dad said and started to explore the hill inside Lingnan University. Usually, during the daytime, the campus was full of people and the atmosphere was bustling with diverse activities. As it was midnight, the campus was super creepy. Cats were doing gym near the hill. John and the brothers could even hear snakes singing. ‘Hmm……When……When are we going to leave?’ asked Joseph, shivering. The forest on the hill was not that big, just about 30m2.

Exercise 4:

1. Sun is shining, wind is blowing, and love is coming. Sitting in front of the dressing table and looking at myself, I believe I am the most blessed girl in the world. Today will be a big day for me – not only being a daughter or a girlfriend, but also a bride. Inside the tent, my bridesmaids are busy preparing flowers and balloons. My mum is staying beside me, seeing me putting on makeup. There is also a friend of mine setting up a professional camera for photography. Right after my makeup is ready, my bridesmaids and I sit together on the floor. The wall behind us has ‘Happy Wedding!’ balloons, which makes the photo very aesthetic. I will never forget this touching and memorable experience.

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Allusion:
My friend is Doraemon. She has everything we need when we hang out every time.

My friend is Aristotle as she always tells us lots of her ideas.

Onomatopoeia:
The ambulance beeboobeebooed on the road for the whole morning.

I clanged the glass jar in the kitchen this morning.

Alliteration:
郵差叔叔送信純熟迅速送出
(The postman is good at mailing letters, he mails them efficiently.)

Daisy dropped her dress into a drawer full of droplets.

Oxymoron:
He is a messy plate cleaner. He never leaves any food in every meal.

She answers the questions falsely true.

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Simile:

I am quiet, like an ant or a spider walking on the road.

Coffee tastes like garbage. It smells so bad.

Metaphor:

My eyes are a locked door today. I am having 3 long lessons.

She is a gentle sheep, talking to everyone in a soft and sweet tone.

Personification:

The moist weather is giving me a big hug.

The dry weather is shaking my hands, saying hello to me. ✨

Heavy rain provides me with a good shower.

Hyperbole:

Mum: Wake up! The sun is beating you!

Me: Oh no! I am almost late for school! The lecturer will kill me!

Mum: Be quick, I am preparing for breakfast.

Me: I am so hungry, I can eat 10 buffaloes now!

Litotes:
John: Look at this photo, is she Jane?

Joanna: Huh? Which girl? The one at the back?

John: Yes! That beautiful girl!

Joanna: Now she is not a blossoming flower. Look at her eyes when she arrives later, there are full of wrinkles!

John: Oh no! What a pity!

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I met 2 precious besties throughout my life. When we were 3, we went to the same kindergarten and became classmates. To be honest, they are not my first friends in my entire life, according to my mum. I think we started to become close several months later? But it wasn’t important.

After school every single day, we went to the park which was right next to the kindergarten and had a great time. As a university student now, when I think about these moments I am still grinning like a child. Time has passed, and time will never go back. As long as I grow old, these memories have been flipped through my mind much more rapidly. I want to live in the past: no stress, no fear, and no sadness. As long as you grow old, you need to decide your future: which school you enter and which activity you participate in can be related to your success in entering your future career. The days in the past were just simple and happy. I don’t mean my life now is bad, it is just full of challenges and uncountable frustration. This is what a grown-up life is, and I am trying my best to feel and enjoy it.

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I feel a little bit nervous, as it has been a long time since my last presentation. One of the good thing that I have made is I am presenting my poem in a lively way, so that my groupmate thinks it is interesting. I may try to memorise my word next time, so I can focus on my expressions more clearly.

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When I was small,

I went back to my grandparents' home every holiday.

There’s always full of people.

Grandpa, grandma, and cousins who were growing up with me.

We ran through the house, we ran on the stairs.

When I was small,

Grandma cooked lots of mouth-watering food for us.

When I was small,

These were my best childhood memories,

I even thought it would last long.
Tick, tock, tick, tock,

but what’s next?

When I started to grow up,

I seldom visit them due to my packed study schedule.

My cousins were busy with their work,

and there weren’t lots of people in the house anymore.

When I started to grow up,

Grandma never cooked anymore.

She turned old, she couldn’t walk, she had shiny white hair.

When I started to grow up,
Was that just a dream?

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

Time passed.

Everything has changed.

I thought, my childhood memory won’t happen in real life anymore.

But, but…

It happened.

Just this year.

When I walk into the house,

All my cousins are there.

The house is full of people, full of noise.

We open the mahjong box together, having a very precious time together.

It has never happened since I entered high school.

When I walk into the house,

It is full of happiness.

Although Grandpa had passed away,

Grandma is lying in bed,

Everyone has grown up, mature, turning old…

Time never stops.

Time changes everything.

It is just about how you use it wisely

and how you cherish it.

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When I was small,

I went back to my grandparents' home every holiday.

There’s always full of people,

Grandpa, grandma, and cousins who are growing up with me,

We ran through the house, we ran on the stairs.

When I was small,

Grandma cooked lots of mouth-watering food for us.

When I was small,

These are my best childhood memory,

I even thought it would last long,

But what’s next?

When I started to grow up,

I seldom visit them due to my packed study schedule,

My cousins were busy with their work,

and there weren’t lots of people in the house anymore.

When I started to grow up,

Grandma never cooked anymore.

She turned old, she couldn’t walk, she had shiny white hair.

When I started to grow up,

Is that just a dream?

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

Time passed.

Everything has changed.

I thought, my childhood memory won’t happen in real life anymore.

But, but…

It happened.

Just this year.

When I walked into the house,

All my cousins are there.

The house is full of people, full of noise.

We opened the mahjong box together, having a very precious time together.

It has never happened since I entered high school.

When I walked into the house,

It was full of happiness,

Although Grandpa had passed away,

Grandma is lying in bed,

Everyone has grown up, mature, turning old…

Time never stops.

Time changes everything.

It is just about how you use it wisely

and how you cherish it.

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One evening I was sitting at the promenade with my friend, talking about our changes throughout the years. We have known each other since primary school, or to be more specific, we first met in our kindergarten graduation ceremony. I can still remember the ceremony involved 5 schools, including mine and his. We talked a lot, like when’s our first chat, what did we chat, our first impression of each other…… It has been a long time. I’ve never thought of living my life without him. Since primary school, we are the best groupmates. We always understand each other’s thoughts. Not only our friends, but also our parents agreed that we are so alike. During high school times, unluckily, we weren’t at the same school, and we weren’t that close anymore. We have almost forgotten each other’s existence. It sounds extreme but I’ll say it’s real. During our evening talk, we even started to wonder why we didn’t meet anymore after our primary school graduation ceremony. Fortunately, we met at university again. Originally, I was scared that we would be super awkward after not seeing one another after 6 years. Yet, I didn’t feel uncomfortable. I was so glad that we still have the same kind of tacit agreement, I wonder if this term is correct or not to explain my feeling.

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Michael had been sleeping for so long. He usually wakes up at 7 but he missed his alarm today. Michael woke up suddenly. He grabbed his phone and started seeing himself on his phone camera, ‘I still look perfect although I wake up late!’ He rushed to the bathroom after appreciating his face. After having a vacation, it’s time for regular school days. Michael’s first class of the day was Creative Writing. As he woke up late, he missed 3 buses. After getting off the bus, he ran to his classroom and panted so much. Michael was scolded by his lecturer as he failed to attend his lesson on time.

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I’m Evelyn, a Year 1 student majoring in Contemporary English Studies. Nice to meet you guys! If you want to know more about me, feel free to follow my Instagram: @evelyn.leung_ :)