Elsy+Locke

Wednesday 8 June

Journey Writing

Main Characters You Ballerina Scene Sitting front row by yourself watching the ballerina the stage is all sliver and darkish blue the rest of the room black.

Title Last Steps

Story

I watched motionless as she delakly moved her nimble figure. Her arms moved as if a graceful butterfly had token over them. Then she began moving a bit faster in shock over something. Faster and faster, her sliver tut tut glimmered and shone as the lights hit focus on it. Slowing down her light-feet guiding the way as she jumped high in the air then press lightly back down, this carried on for two more jumps. After she went into a finishing plea and was finished her last dance. Once she had finish she slowly walk off stage remembering all the great and wonderful place and dances she’d learnt about. Still watching as she took her last step on the stage, her teary eyed face said goodbye and left without a single word.

We met outside after, tears still rolling down her pale face “its for the best you know” I said knowing it partly wasn’t. “I just cant leave tho, i’ve spent most of my years here...” she sobbed. “ I know but you need to move on too better things like a proper job” as I explained she began to realized that I was right. She replied back “ Yes but what job can I do?” “well now that your 18 you can do anything like become a doctor or a lawyer you can do anything, there is another world beside dance you know”. She looked surprised I guess she hasn’t known that she can do all those things. “We are going to need to start some where, how about looking at different jobs?”.

8 Years Later. “Now students I need to tell you something” she paused thinking wither or not to say...She went for the chance, “Dancing is a passion and love never let it over rule the more little things in life, even missing out on one or two little things because they can lead to bigger things later” all her students looked at her and sort of understood. “Now you may go” she said. “Thank you thank you” said a bunch of high voices all jumbled up. After class I came to see how she was “You were right it was for the best, I am much happier now too you know” her voice said happier than the last I saw of her. “I know” I replied back with great courage. We stood there for awhile just talking and looking at how far she’d come but after awhile I decided to leave. “Goodbye Phillipa” I said “Goodbye”.

Tuesday 7 June

Journey Writing

Main Characters You Ballerina Scene Sitting front row by yourself watching the ballerina the stage is all sliver and darkish blue the rest of the room black.

Title Last Steps

Story

I watched motionless as she delakly moved her nimble figure. Her arms moved as if a graceful butterfly had token over them. Then she began moving a bit faster in shock over something. Faster and faster, her sliver tut tut glimmered and shone as the lights hit focus on it. Slowing down her light-feet guiding the way as she jumped high in the air then press lightly back down, this carried on for two more jumps. After she went into a finishing plea and was finished her last dance. Once she had finish she slowly walk off stage remembering all the great and wonderful place and dances she’d learnt about. Still watching as she took her last step on the stage, her teary eyed face said goodbye and left without a single word.

We met outside after, tears still rolling down her pale face “its for the best you know” I said knowing it partly wasn’t. “I just cant leave tho, i’ve spent most of my years here...” she sobbed. “ I know but you need to move on too better things like a proper job” as I explained she began to realized that I was right. She replied back “ Yes but what job can I do?” “well now that your 18 you can do anything like become a doctor or a lawyer you can do anything, there is another world beside dance you know”. She looked surprised I guess she hasn’t known that she can do all those things. “We are going to need to start some where, how about looking at different jobs?”.

8 Years Later. “Now students I need to tell you something” she paused thinking weither or not to say...She went for the chance, “Dancing is a passtion and love never let it over rule the more little things in life, even missing out on one or two little things because they can lead to

Thursday 2 June

Journey Writing

Main Characters You Ballerina Scene Sitting front row by yourself watching the ballerina the stage is all sliver and darkish blue the rest of the room black.

Title Last Steps

Story

I watched motionless as she delakly moved her nimble figure. Her arms moved as if a graceful butterfly had token over them. Then she began moving a bit faster in shock over something. Faster and faster, her sliver tut tut glimmered and shone as the lights hit focus on it. Slowing down her light-feet guiding the way as she jumped high in the air then press lightly back down, this carried on for two more jumps. After she went into a finishing plea and was finished her last dance. Once she had finish she slowly walk off stage remembering all the great and wonderful place and dances she’d learnt about. Still watching as she took her last step on the stage, her teary eyed face said goodbye and left without a single word.

We met outside after, tears still rolling down her pale face “its for the best you know” I said knowing it partly wasn’t. “I just cant leave tho, i’ve spent most of my years here...” she sobbed. “ I know but you need to move on too better things like a proper job” as I explained she began to realized that I was right. She replied back “ Yes but what job can I do?” “well now that your 18 you can do anything like become a doctor or a lawyer you can do anything, there is another world beside dance you know”. She looked surprised I guess she hasn’t known that she can do all that and other than dance.

Monday 30 May Journey Writing

Main Characters You Ballerina Scene Sitting front row by yourself watching the ballerina the stage is all sliver and darkish blue the rest of the room black.

Title Last Steps

Story

I watched motionless as she delakly moved her nimble figure. Her arms moved as if a graceful butterfly had token over them. Then she began moving a bit faster in shock over something. Faster and faster, her sliver tut tut glimmered and shone as the lights hit focus on it. Slowing down her light-feet guiding the way as she jumped high in the air then press lightly back down, this carried on for two more jumps. After she went into a finishing plea and was finished her last dance. Once she had finish she slowly walk off stage remembering all the great and wonderful place and dances she’d learnt about. Still watching as she took her last step on the stage, her teary eyed face said goodbye and left without a single word.

We met outside after, tears still rolling down her pale face “its for the best you know” I said knowing it partly wasn’t. “I just cant leave tho, i’ve spent most of my years here...” she sobbed. “ I know but you need to move on too better things like a proper job” as I explained she began to realized that I was right. She replied back

Thursday 26 May Journey Writing

Main Characters You Ballerina Scene Sitting front row by yourself watching the ballerina the stage is all sliver and darkish blue the rest of the room black.

Title Last Steps

Story

I watched motionless as she delakly moved her nimble figure. Her arms moved as if a graceful butterfly had token over them. Then she began moving a bit faster in shock over something. Faster and faster, her sliver tut tut glimmered and shone as the lights hit focus on it. Slowing down her light-feet guiding the way as she jumped high in the air then press lightly back down, this carried on for two more jumps. After she went into a finishing plea and was finished her last dance. Once she had finish she slowey walk off stage remembering all the great and wonderful place and dances she’d learnt about. Still watching as she took her last step on the stage, her teary eyed face said goodbye and left without a single word. We met outside after, tears still rolling down her pale face “its for the best you know” I said. “

Monday 23 May
 * Introduction**

Now a days people use mobile phones for a lot of different things business, pleasure,communication and school. Most more modern phones (smart phones) have wireless internet (wi-fi) and wireless data plan. My uncle Rob said his iPhone was the best, mum said hers was better and I was determined to prove them both wrong.


 * Hypothesis**

I think my android will win, because it’s newer than the other two and internet dosen’t loose connection. I think my mothers blackberry is going to lost because it is a lot older and the internet is not very good.


 * Aim**

To see which mobile phone gets the most reception from the longest distance.


 * Method**

Things you need

- 1-3 People - Blackberry Phone - iPhone - Android Phone - Wireless router (Thomson) - All phone must be able to connect to the internet - Google maps - Printer
 * 1x pencil
 * 3x different colored pens (green, purple, blue)
 * Meter ruler


 * 1) Print out a close up picture of your house and put it on something you can write on
 * 2) Get out phone and turn it on, make sure you are connected to your internet wi-fi connection.
 * 3) Go on to a website such as [|__www.metservice.com__] the website needs to be one that changes its writing every hour and loads quickly
 * 4) Take you and your mobile phone outside
 * 5) Walk five steps then refresh the page
 * 6) Now keep doing this around the out side of your house
 * 7) Put a cross where your connection stops on the print out of your house
 * 8) Beware for cars, its better to do this experiment if you live in a quite area
 * 9) Once it has lost connect go back in side and get connected again
 * 10) Now carry on doing this until you have done a full circle
 * 11) Plot the cross together where it stopped working on the map
 * 12) You’ve now found where you can use wi-fi


 * Results**

On the day I did the experiment the weather was overcast with a bit of rain. The experiment took place about three o’clock in the afternoon. As I walked around with my uncle and mum, I had to end mine early because mine didn’t go as far.Before the day of the experiment we did a quick test just to make sure everything would go well, Rob’s (iPhone) and mine (Android) were very similar whereas Mum’s (Blackberry) was slightly better. I was very surprised that when we did the real experiment my android had lost but that was ok.

One thing we noticed was the iPhone reconnected faster than the other two smart phones


 * **Phone** || **Distance** ||
 * Android || 32m ||
 * Blackberry || 54m ||
 * iPhone || 50m ||
 * Router Range - Data Sheet || 60m ||


 * Conclusion**

The Android did not do as well as the others going 32m. The Blackberry and iPhone were very good but over all the Blackberry won with a 54m and the iPhone came a close second with 50m.

The Blackberry and iPhone came a close to the max range for the router.

We don’t know for sure but maybe the iphone worked well because apple do computers and probably have a very good wi-fi design. The Blackberry has been around for the longest so has probably had time to improve designs and change there problems.

Even tho my phone lost I only ever use it in the house or under the tree outside, thats with in range so it doesn’t really matter to me that much.

I did not know where to put it, I was just going throught and editting it ^.^

Friday 20 May Journey Writing

Main Characters You Ballerina Scene Sitting front row by yourself watching the ballerina practice,the stage is all sliver and darkish blue the rest of the room black.

Story

I watched motionless as she delakitly moved her nimble figure. Her arms moved as if a graceful butterfly had token over them. Then she began moving a bit faster in shock over something. Faster and faster, her sliver tut tut glimmered and shone as the lights hit focus on it. Slowing down her light-feet guiding the way as she jumped high in the air then press lightly back down, this carried on for two more. As I watched closely pointing out ever move in my head it hit me, it’s almost like her last dance how carefully she was

Wednesday 18 May Journey Writing

Main Characters You Ballerina Scene Sitting front row by yourself watching the ballerina practice,the stage is all sliver and darkish blue the rest of the room black.

Story

I watched motionless as she delakitly moved her nimble figure. Her arms moved as if a graceful butterfly had token over them. Then she began moving a bit faster light-footed

<span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0px; margin: 0px;">(Jordan) Nice work frankie, it has very descripted language and I can't wait to hear the rest of the story. :D

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