Englanti
Itsearviointi kevät 2019
Olen tänä vuonna opiskellut vaihtelevasti. Kaikkia kirjoitelmia ja projekteja ei tullut palautettua, mutta olen aktiivisesti tehnyt kotitehtäviä ja koenumeroni ovat olleet hyvät. Kielioppini on vahvistunut, vaikka kaikkien sanamuotojen muistaminen onkin kinkkistä. Sanastoni on laajentunut ja osaan lukea ja kirjoittaa pidempiäkin tekstejä kuten novelleja hankaluuksitta, mutta jos kohtaan sanan tai ilmaisun jota en tunnista, selvitän sen tarkoituksen ja sen, kuinka sitä käytetään. Puheeni on vielä kuitenkin vielä hieman epäselvää, ja sitä pitää työstää.
Vaikka olen vielä kielessä osittain puutteellinen, mielestäni näyttöni ovat tarpeeksi vahvat päättötodistuksen numeroon 10.
Vaikka olen vielä kielessä osittain puutteellinen, mielestäni näyttöni ovat tarpeeksi vahvat päättötodistuksen numeroon 10.
In ’n out
In:
These types of lists are bound to happen, if you wanted it or not, but in my opinion, they’re not necessary. At the point society has reached, people do and should recognize that different people like different things, we don’t all fit in the same demographic. I’m going to give a few of my opinions Here.
First, the straightened hair, makeup, and other things mainly targeted towards females. Girls are constantly pressured by the mainstream media to module themselves according to what’s ”in” at the moment, but these are the things we can’t win at. You wear makeup? That makes you fake. You don’t wear makeup? You should, because your bare face is tired and unnatural. Do you see what I’m trying to get at here? I’m all for people doing what they want, but like I said, we cannot win. Straightened hair, that’s super cool, but not to the extent where if you’re a person of colour and don’t fit into the caucasian demographic and decide to wear natural hair, you get punished by your schoolboard. I’m not kidding, these cases happen.
The point I was tryig to make is, something is always in style, but you literally cannot please everyone. You shouldn’t try to; if you’re comfortable in your own skin and what you are doing to your body isn’t hurting anyone (incliuding yourself), following trends shouldn’t matter.
Then the ’ballet and horseriding for boys, and martial arts for girls are both out.’ That’s straight up sexism at it’s finest, and pettiest. The new actror of Spider Man, Tom Holland has done years of dancing, ballet, and gymnastics, and that’s what landed him the role of a superhero. Horseback riding is a sport thousands of years old that has been separated between genders just in the recent decades. The saddest example here, is that a big amount of girls who get into martial arts is because they’ve felt threatened by most probably boys and they want to defent themselves just in case. Even adults acknowledge the danger of simply being a girl and walking down the street past boys/men, and they even advise their kids to learn and defend themselves. I could go on and on about that, but it’s a different discussion altogether so I’ll just leave it here.
- Leather Jackets
- Jeggings
- Straightened hair
- makeup
- Pop music
- Anything over three years old
- Clothing with walt disney logos
- Heavy and goth
- Classical, western disco, hip hop, country music
- Computer games
- Scouts
- Ballet and horseriding for boys
- Martial arts for girls
- fantasy fiction
- Ghosts
- UFOs, star signs (extraterrestial stuff)
- The wrong kinds of words
These types of lists are bound to happen, if you wanted it or not, but in my opinion, they’re not necessary. At the point society has reached, people do and should recognize that different people like different things, we don’t all fit in the same demographic. I’m going to give a few of my opinions Here.
First, the straightened hair, makeup, and other things mainly targeted towards females. Girls are constantly pressured by the mainstream media to module themselves according to what’s ”in” at the moment, but these are the things we can’t win at. You wear makeup? That makes you fake. You don’t wear makeup? You should, because your bare face is tired and unnatural. Do you see what I’m trying to get at here? I’m all for people doing what they want, but like I said, we cannot win. Straightened hair, that’s super cool, but not to the extent where if you’re a person of colour and don’t fit into the caucasian demographic and decide to wear natural hair, you get punished by your schoolboard. I’m not kidding, these cases happen.
The point I was tryig to make is, something is always in style, but you literally cannot please everyone. You shouldn’t try to; if you’re comfortable in your own skin and what you are doing to your body isn’t hurting anyone (incliuding yourself), following trends shouldn’t matter.
Then the ’ballet and horseriding for boys, and martial arts for girls are both out.’ That’s straight up sexism at it’s finest, and pettiest. The new actror of Spider Man, Tom Holland has done years of dancing, ballet, and gymnastics, and that’s what landed him the role of a superhero. Horseback riding is a sport thousands of years old that has been separated between genders just in the recent decades. The saddest example here, is that a big amount of girls who get into martial arts is because they’ve felt threatened by most probably boys and they want to defent themselves just in case. Even adults acknowledge the danger of simply being a girl and walking down the street past boys/men, and they even advise their kids to learn and defend themselves. I could go on and on about that, but it’s a different discussion altogether so I’ll just leave it here.
My work experience week (TET)
My work experience week was actually very fun and I enjoyed it throughly. I was employed at Laitalan lomat, and I got picked up by my employer every morning. She was a very interesting and friendly person, and the first thing she had me do was peel some carrots. The carrots were a quirk of hers and I peeled a bag for us to eat every single day, because as she likes to say, she’s a bunny. We made lunch every day and I got my portion of it on my lunchbreak. My employer always had a dessert to go with it; maybe a brownie, a cinnamon bun, cake, or a slice of a Swiss roll. I did a lot of domestic work, but that worked for me, because I like working with my hands. We cleaned buildings and I washed windows, I baked cookies everyday for events that are happening soon, and we also arranged events. I worked as a waitress in one event and I helped prepare another one, but my day ended before it started. Nobody was staying in any of the buildings or rooms, but the place was still full of work and I always had something to do. I’m very happy with the overall experience and I hope I was of use there.
Emman Popplet
Teksti
Hello family!
As you know, two weeks agoI ran away without telling anybody because I’m still mad at you mom and I had the money so it’s fine. I’m writing this to tell you that I’m fine, and having a jolly ol’ time with some new friends I’ve met.
I bought this card from a stand near the giant’s causeway, and I’m more than happy to infrorm you that I accidentally broke my camera so could you send me my other one? Thanks.
I’ve been hiking across Northern Ireland and I’ve slept in hostels and such, so don’t worry, I’m not using that much money. I’ve been to the Carrick-a-rede ropebridge, the Tollymore forest park, the Enniskillen castle and the Lough Erne lake.
I hope you’re safe, have a peaceful time without me,
Love, Emma
(I am 20< years old so it’s fine, I don’t hate my mom)
The story of how we went to a land of magical beings and fairytales
Our story begins on monday at 5.50Am in the parking lot of the school of Valtimo. Everyone were filled with excitement, and innocence as we stepped on the mini-bus and started our journey to Norway.
The views were gorgous and the company was enjoyable enough to spend the next thirteen hours with, as we travelled across the border, cheering our lungs out and getting nervous tingles of excitement.
Oh, how we were naive.
After just a half an hour, we started realizing that we were actaully in Norway, and this scared pretty much every student to the core, and we started anxiously whispering about going back to Finland. After another 30 minutes, those whispers became shouts of agony and despair to go home, as we rolled to the schoolyard and saw the Norwegian students.
I met with Henrik, the guy I was assigned to live with, which was all well and good, until we were told I wasn’t going to be living alone; Veera was going to be living with me, and nobody had bothered to tell me, OR her.
We talked with the family, told about ourselves and vice versa, visited Elina and her family, before going to bed, scared, but thrilled.
We woke up on tuesday morning and found ourselves in a nearly empty house, where only us, Henrik, and his little sister were present. It was odd at first, because they didn’t say good morning and they didn’t offer us breakfast or lunch to school, but I’ll write that off as the first-day-awkwardness. We
We went to school and got to know everyone by games and talking. We showed off the presentations of Vltimo and our school we had prepared prior to the trip, and we got a tour of the school from the students.
We ate lunch and shared our experiences so far with our families, and at this point, we were starting to get the idea that the Norwegian kids hadn’t been prepared that well, but we didn’t comment on it yet.
We did some arts and crafts at the end of the day; shaping little pieces of a reindeer’s horn, whic we hoped were harvested from the wild, not cut off of a reindeer’s corpse.
Some finnish students had a horrible idea of getting together by themselves and seeing around the village, which was quickly dropped and replaced with a better plan; getting to know everyone rather than only finns.
That night was probably the best of all of them. First we dropped our stuff and got together with a group as big as our class back here at home. We circled around people’s houses before finally setteling down on Robin’s home, also known as the place Kiia was staying in. Eventually there were over twenty people there, almost every students from the project, and we had a great time. Robin’s mom had baked buns and had brewed coffee for everyone, and we had a blast getting to know eachother, laughing and comparing music taste’s. Even a guy outside the project hung out with us, and personally, it was one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time. Even the aurora borealis looked like they were laughing with us.
We woke up to a much better start on wednesday. We got sandwiches and juice for snacks of the day, and we weren’t so awkward around the houuse or eachother. This was the day we went to Tronso, and first we went to the planetarium. I think someone might’ve slept through the show, but I found it fascinating and really took the whole experience in. Then we walked to the science centre under the planetarium, and if I had to compare it, it was a lot like Tietomaa in Oulu, but just smaller. We walked to the shopping centre, which wasn’t that good for my back and I had to sit down for a long while before getting up and exploring the stores. I had absolutely no intention of buying anything, BUT, a book I wanted that wasn’t for sale in finnish stores yet was on sale in Tronso, so I tookthe oppourtunity and... I had no money so I asked Emmi if she could pay it for me in exchange for food. She did. After I pleaded my eternal love for her, we went for lunch, and here we actually chatted with the norwegian students and had some really fun conversations. On the way back, the norwegians and finns seperated again, and Enni got a really bad nosebleed, which jst didn’t seem to stop. After we got back, we gathered a group (significantly smaller group than on tuesday) and went circling around town. It was a little bit weird for me, and honestly, I didn’t enjoy the company that much as they were making me uncomfortable, so I walked back to the family I was staying in.
Thursday morning was about the same as before, and today was the day I was looking forward the least to. It seemed a bit brutal to me to slaughter an ox in front of students and let them play with the intestines, but you do you Norway, you do you. We started walking, and the group quickly seperated into the finnish and the nowegian, the latter walking far ahead of us and not really caring about us, which was a bit rude, but understandable, so I didn’t mind. Before we could even get to the farm, my back started hurting, and I couldn’t walk, so we stopped and one of the teachers came to pick me up and gave me and Kiia who was my moral support) a lift to Henrik’s house so I could lie down and relax. When the others came back, we continued the tradition of touring houses and public places, and I started getting extremely uncomfortabe around this group, because these definitely weren’t my type of people, I started realising. The farewell party was just pizza, with seperated finns and norwegians, which was extremely awkward, but we got our diplomas and some chocolate, and went back to someone’s house again. Things got really messy and there was easily avoidable drama, and I got tired of it really quickly, so I went to Henrik’s house because I simply didn’t want to be involved. I took a nice shower, read a bit and thanked Henrik’s parents one more time before going to bed.
On friday I woke up at around 4.30am and packed the last of my things before saying goodbye departing.
The views were gorgous and the company was enjoyable enough to spend the next thirteen hours with, as we travelled across the border, cheering our lungs out and getting nervous tingles of excitement.
Oh, how we were naive.
After just a half an hour, we started realizing that we were actaully in Norway, and this scared pretty much every student to the core, and we started anxiously whispering about going back to Finland. After another 30 minutes, those whispers became shouts of agony and despair to go home, as we rolled to the schoolyard and saw the Norwegian students.
I met with Henrik, the guy I was assigned to live with, which was all well and good, until we were told I wasn’t going to be living alone; Veera was going to be living with me, and nobody had bothered to tell me, OR her.
We talked with the family, told about ourselves and vice versa, visited Elina and her family, before going to bed, scared, but thrilled.
We woke up on tuesday morning and found ourselves in a nearly empty house, where only us, Henrik, and his little sister were present. It was odd at first, because they didn’t say good morning and they didn’t offer us breakfast or lunch to school, but I’ll write that off as the first-day-awkwardness. We
We went to school and got to know everyone by games and talking. We showed off the presentations of Vltimo and our school we had prepared prior to the trip, and we got a tour of the school from the students.
We ate lunch and shared our experiences so far with our families, and at this point, we were starting to get the idea that the Norwegian kids hadn’t been prepared that well, but we didn’t comment on it yet.
We did some arts and crafts at the end of the day; shaping little pieces of a reindeer’s horn, whic we hoped were harvested from the wild, not cut off of a reindeer’s corpse.
Some finnish students had a horrible idea of getting together by themselves and seeing around the village, which was quickly dropped and replaced with a better plan; getting to know everyone rather than only finns.
That night was probably the best of all of them. First we dropped our stuff and got together with a group as big as our class back here at home. We circled around people’s houses before finally setteling down on Robin’s home, also known as the place Kiia was staying in. Eventually there were over twenty people there, almost every students from the project, and we had a great time. Robin’s mom had baked buns and had brewed coffee for everyone, and we had a blast getting to know eachother, laughing and comparing music taste’s. Even a guy outside the project hung out with us, and personally, it was one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time. Even the aurora borealis looked like they were laughing with us.
We woke up to a much better start on wednesday. We got sandwiches and juice for snacks of the day, and we weren’t so awkward around the houuse or eachother. This was the day we went to Tronso, and first we went to the planetarium. I think someone might’ve slept through the show, but I found it fascinating and really took the whole experience in. Then we walked to the science centre under the planetarium, and if I had to compare it, it was a lot like Tietomaa in Oulu, but just smaller. We walked to the shopping centre, which wasn’t that good for my back and I had to sit down for a long while before getting up and exploring the stores. I had absolutely no intention of buying anything, BUT, a book I wanted that wasn’t for sale in finnish stores yet was on sale in Tronso, so I tookthe oppourtunity and... I had no money so I asked Emmi if she could pay it for me in exchange for food. She did. After I pleaded my eternal love for her, we went for lunch, and here we actually chatted with the norwegian students and had some really fun conversations. On the way back, the norwegians and finns seperated again, and Enni got a really bad nosebleed, which jst didn’t seem to stop. After we got back, we gathered a group (significantly smaller group than on tuesday) and went circling around town. It was a little bit weird for me, and honestly, I didn’t enjoy the company that much as they were making me uncomfortable, so I walked back to the family I was staying in.
Thursday morning was about the same as before, and today was the day I was looking forward the least to. It seemed a bit brutal to me to slaughter an ox in front of students and let them play with the intestines, but you do you Norway, you do you. We started walking, and the group quickly seperated into the finnish and the nowegian, the latter walking far ahead of us and not really caring about us, which was a bit rude, but understandable, so I didn’t mind. Before we could even get to the farm, my back started hurting, and I couldn’t walk, so we stopped and one of the teachers came to pick me up and gave me and Kiia who was my moral support) a lift to Henrik’s house so I could lie down and relax. When the others came back, we continued the tradition of touring houses and public places, and I started getting extremely uncomfortabe around this group, because these definitely weren’t my type of people, I started realising. The farewell party was just pizza, with seperated finns and norwegians, which was extremely awkward, but we got our diplomas and some chocolate, and went back to someone’s house again. Things got really messy and there was easily avoidable drama, and I got tired of it really quickly, so I went to Henrik’s house because I simply didn’t want to be involved. I took a nice shower, read a bit and thanked Henrik’s parents one more time before going to bed.
On friday I woke up at around 4.30am and packed the last of my things before saying goodbye departing.
Kirjoitelma 26.9.
The forest fire
They had accidentally started a forestfire. Or someone had, someone in the camping site. Millie was sleeping soundly when she woke up to the smoke burning in her lungs. She opened her eyes and crawled to the mouth of her and her brother’s tent. She opened the zipper ever so slightly before the flames caught her eyes.
”Jonh,” she said with a raspy voice from the smoke. She cleared her throat and this time shouted as loud as she could: ”Jonathan McClain, wake up!” She watched her brother jump and wake up just before coughing like his lungs were the ones on fire.
”Millie!” he shouted, but it wasn’t from annoyance, it was the fact that he saw the golden glow of the flames come through their tent and the gap of the zipper. ”We need to go, come on!” he grabbed her wrist and ripped his way outside, coughing with every breath he inhaled and every step he took with his sister.
”MOM! DAD! EVERYONE, THE FOREST IS ON FIRE!” he shouted and Millie started crying besides him, screaming from the heat on her skin.
Their parents came out of their tent and started running to them, but were caught off by a burning tree falling between them and their children. Their dad shouted their names and tried to get thhrough the hastily spreading fire, but it was impossible.
John felt more lonely than he ever had before. He saw it in his sisters eyes too; they were scared to death. But he had to put his own fears aside, so he kneeled down and took his sister’s shoulders. He looked her straight in the eye and said: ”We’re gonna make it out, so you need your courage.” Millie’s words were now just a mumble through her fear, and John shook her. ”Hey, do you trust me?” he asked, and Millie nodded shakily.
That was his que, and he grabbed her forcifully by her wrist again before running off away from the fire, to the lit up forest, which usual darkness was replaced with the soft hue of fire.
They kept running and running until they found a cliff; bare rock and no plants or trees to catch fire in the immediate area around them, and they sat down near the edge.
John held his sister close as the sun came up behind the trees, and they watched helicopters dump water over the woods.
Millie was too tired to cry, but too scared to sleep. She shuddered and John heard a little squeak before she coughed and cleared her voice. ”Do you think mom and dad made it? And uncle and auntie?” he heard her small voice ask. He didn’t want to lie to her. Their parents seemed to have been trapped at their camp, but he still tried to keep up hope.
”I don’t know,” he said.
They waited, and waited some more, and eventually, a firefighter found them and told them their parents were safe. The fire had started from a faulty campfire by their uncle, but nobody was killed and the fire was put out relatively easily.
Their parents embraced them and held them tightly, telling them how worried they had been and how they loved them, and likewise. Their dad laughed how all of the equipment had burned down, but he’d pick his children over a couple of tents anyday.
They had accidentally started a forestfire. Or someone had, someone in the camping site. Millie was sleeping soundly when she woke up to the smoke burning in her lungs. She opened her eyes and crawled to the mouth of her and her brother’s tent. She opened the zipper ever so slightly before the flames caught her eyes.
”Jonh,” she said with a raspy voice from the smoke. She cleared her throat and this time shouted as loud as she could: ”Jonathan McClain, wake up!” She watched her brother jump and wake up just before coughing like his lungs were the ones on fire.
”Millie!” he shouted, but it wasn’t from annoyance, it was the fact that he saw the golden glow of the flames come through their tent and the gap of the zipper. ”We need to go, come on!” he grabbed her wrist and ripped his way outside, coughing with every breath he inhaled and every step he took with his sister.
”MOM! DAD! EVERYONE, THE FOREST IS ON FIRE!” he shouted and Millie started crying besides him, screaming from the heat on her skin.
Their parents came out of their tent and started running to them, but were caught off by a burning tree falling between them and their children. Their dad shouted their names and tried to get thhrough the hastily spreading fire, but it was impossible.
John felt more lonely than he ever had before. He saw it in his sisters eyes too; they were scared to death. But he had to put his own fears aside, so he kneeled down and took his sister’s shoulders. He looked her straight in the eye and said: ”We’re gonna make it out, so you need your courage.” Millie’s words were now just a mumble through her fear, and John shook her. ”Hey, do you trust me?” he asked, and Millie nodded shakily.
That was his que, and he grabbed her forcifully by her wrist again before running off away from the fire, to the lit up forest, which usual darkness was replaced with the soft hue of fire.
They kept running and running until they found a cliff; bare rock and no plants or trees to catch fire in the immediate area around them, and they sat down near the edge.
John held his sister close as the sun came up behind the trees, and they watched helicopters dump water over the woods.
Millie was too tired to cry, but too scared to sleep. She shuddered and John heard a little squeak before she coughed and cleared her voice. ”Do you think mom and dad made it? And uncle and auntie?” he heard her small voice ask. He didn’t want to lie to her. Their parents seemed to have been trapped at their camp, but he still tried to keep up hope.
”I don’t know,” he said.
They waited, and waited some more, and eventually, a firefighter found them and told them their parents were safe. The fire had started from a faulty campfire by their uncle, but nobody was killed and the fire was put out relatively easily.
Their parents embraced them and held them tightly, telling them how worried they had been and how they loved them, and likewise. Their dad laughed how all of the equipment had burned down, but he’d pick his children over a couple of tents anyday.
My favourite pastime
My absolute favourite pastime is listening to music. Usually it’s related to something else, preferably drawing or writing, but sometimes I just lay down and listen. I listen to music anytime I can, even between classes, where there is only a two or three-minute timegap, but it just keeps me going. If I’m feeling down or I just need to work through my emotions, I usually find a song that can put my feelings to words better than I ever could, and if it doesn’t make mee feel better, it at least gives me certainty and comfort.