Early this week, Mr Clark made us run up and down the school stairs in the rain for four minutes! We then completed a hamburger brainstorm before writing these amazing recounts:
Week 4 most improved writers awards go to.......
Trot trouble by Zachary Congden (with the kind use of Annie's brainstorm)
"GO GO GO" yelled Mr Clark as I trotted up the damp stairs like a sad gloomy chicken. I could see puddles on the cold wet steps and hear the groan of classmates. Time felt slow as the pain pulsed through my muscles. It felt like I was stuck to the ground!
My hands gripped the handles while rain dropped from the sky and I could smell the water soaked into the steps. "Ahhhhh" I screamed as I fell to the ground. "That hurts" I whispered to myself. Mr Clark then blew the whistle and we finally finished. I was exhausted and wanted to die, but it was great fun.
Raining Stairs by Grace Deng
"Ttttttttt" went the rain hammering constantly on the tin roof. I was pacing up and down the slippery stairs with the rest of Room 20. There was basically no reason we were doing this apart from our recount writing.
I was sprinting up and down the stairs while thinking to myself "When will this be over?" I grabbed the cold, wet, metal bar on the stairs for support because I was so exhausted.
I could hear a squeaking noise on the damp concrete every time I went up and down. The rain was pouring heavily now and I was trying not to fall. I could feel a few drops of rain on my head like it was the sky crying tears on my hair.
Panting heavily, I waited for Mr Clark to blow the whistle to stop. "One more minute!" Mr Clark shouted. Had we only been doing this for three minutes? It felt like we had been doing it forever! Then suddenly Mr Clark blew the whistle and I was so relieved. I slowly stepped down the slippery stairs breathing heavily. I was so glad it was over.
