GUIDELINES FOR OUR WRITTEN PRODUCTION


GUIDELINES FOR OUR WRITTEN PRODUCTION


You are latter-day RobinsonCrusoe. You are stranded on a desert island. It´s been ten days since you got shipwrecked and you start losing hope of being rescued. In order to keep track of time you decide to write a diary.Your diary will be in the format of a blog. In groups of 3 to 4 students. You have to write your impressions of your life on the island, making an account of your daily activities. For such, we will be visiting the school´s cyber room every now and then: once to start the blog (choosing a name, writing an introduction, presenting yourself, giving background information to the creation of the blog); a couple of times to add information to it, and one last time to read your mates´blogs and write comments on them. Pictures are highly welcome. Be creative. You can add ideas but cannot change the factual information in the story.

Turma 82 Grupo 1 B

        By the end of December in my third year on the island, I was able to pick my rice and corn, now I could make my bread. But I needed so many things to do a great bread, then I decided to do a lot of pots.My next job was to find a way of griding the corn. I spent all my time doing tools like that, talking to my parrot 'Poll' or reading the Bible.



  All the time, I did not stop thinking about how to scape from the island, so I decided to make myself a canoe, but I couldn't get the canoe into the water because it was too heavy, so I did another canoe smaller than the last I did. However it was too small to take me to the land I had seen from the other side of the island, but I wanted very much to see what was happening on that land. I stay many days in the sea, car of a strongs winds and some rocks on the east coast of the island, I saw tha I lost. Then, around the lunchtime, I suddenly felt a strong wind blowing up towards the island. I thanked very much to God.
One day I was going to the place where I kept my boat, I suddenly saw a footprint in the sand.  I hurried home, feeling terrified.  I did not sleep that night, asking myself : Had they found my boat? Would they come back looking for me? So I decided to make myself safe incase I saw any more cannibal.  First, I built another wall around my hut and planted some trees and I also made a second enclosure and moved a few goats there. Two years after I had seen the footprint in the sand, I was out of looking for a third enclosure when I see a boat on the sea, many miles away. I was in a part of the island where I never been before, I saw the most terrible sight.I saw the hands, feet and bones of dead people lying on the sand.I could not belive what I was seeing, and I was suddenly sick. For the next two years, I did not go out of my hut, I stopped using my gun, because I was afraid that the cannibals would come to the island. They would hear it. I was so terrible, I dreamed about it.               
         I was very careful now not to make a lot of noise on the island. One day, when I was cutting wood near my second goat enclosure, I found a large hole in the ground.I had been on the island for twenty-tree years by now. My Parrot now speak very well, and I liked having him with me. My dog loving was a loving friend for sixteen years until he died. One night in May, in my twenty-four year on the island, there was a bad storm. I was in my hut when I suddenly hear a sound of a gun. I jumped up and ran up the hill at the back of my hut, where I heard the gun once more. The sound came from the sea.
       It was a ship calling for help. When the day came, I could see something long away, in the sea, trought my telescope. Then, one morning, I saw five canoes on the shore on my side of the island. From there I could see that there were more than thirty cannibals, and I saw two prisioners. They knocked one man down, and then they started to cut him up while the other man waited. Sunddenly, the other man saw that he had a chance to scape, he started to run across the sand. He was running towards my part of the island. When he came to the river, the prisioner swam quickly across. Two of the canniblas followed him, more slow, but the third cannibal could not swim. I ran back to my hut to get my guns, and then ran down the hill towards the man. "Stop!!" I shouted to the prisioner. Then I ran towards the first cannibal and knocked him down with my gun.
        The prisioner was so frightened by my gun thathe did not move. It was the beginning of another story: My friendship with "Friday".
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