Happy Halloween

FARTY BIRTHDAY!

Dad came to wake me up yesterday morning. It was his birthday, so I wished him 'sleepy birthday'. Then I heard someone in the room fart, so I wished him a 'farty birthday'.

I'm unhappy today. I scored 100 marks in my English dictation, but the teacher didn't give me a sticker. She told me that it was because I had forgotten my dictation book and had to do it on a piece of loose paper.

Dad was wondering why I scratched out the mark using a pencil. I started crying. I didn't much feel like doing any more homework tonight, and crawled into bed. Dad came into bed beside me, and tried to make me feel better. He told me he was very pleased with my result. I explained it to him I was sad because teacher didn't give me a sticker. He said he was happy with my 100 marks, but I wouldn't stop crying.

Dad told me its normal to have times when things go well. He said I will get 100 marks again soon enough, and that the important thing was to have learned a lesson and do better next time.

Dad took me to see Uncle Roger today. He booked the appointment after I visited the dentist with school and it was found I had some cavities Two of my permanent teeth received fillings, and that more were necessary.

Uncle Roger told Dad that the observations were true, but that there was no point fixing the milk teeth, because they will fall out eventually. He also said that one was so far gone that any attempt to fix it could result in abscesses and pain.

Mum wouldn't let me use the new electric toothbrush that Santa gave me for Christmas, but Dad asked Uncle Roger if he thought it was OK to use it. Dad was told that there were advantages to both manual and electric bruising, and I should use both methods. Now I have to brush my teeth twice a day. :-(

2011 Speech Festival

I took half day off from school on Thursday. Mummy took me to Chai Wan, where this year's Speech Festival took place. I had been preparing a poem to recite for nearly two months. It was a fun poem:

My appraisal

"All Wet"
by Tony Johnston.

Tommy had a water gun,
He squirted it at Jimmy,
At Jamie George and Jennifer,
and Katie Kim and Timmy.

He squirted Sally on the nose,
he squirted Molly on the toes,
he laughed and thought it lots of fun...
til Sammy got him with a hose.

I didn't win. :-( Mum said I spoke it too quickly; I didn't do any actions. The judge gave me 80 marks; the person who came first got 85 marks.

Prizegiving at school

Today was a special day at school. I was awarded a language prize by my teachers :-) Mummy, Gong-gong and Po-po all came to see me collect my prize. They took loads of pictures with Mum's camera, but now there's no trace of them anywhere. Someone must've deleted them (Mum says it's not her, but she knows who). Humpf!

The school reports came out last week too, and Mummy and Papa said they were very proud of me for getting 17 full marks on my report card (out of 20). They took me to the toy shop, and I got to choose my reward.

Turtle is dead

Turtle died on Wednesday. It happened in the night. We found him dead when I woke up. I was very upset. I was all alone when I got home from school; Shirley was preparing dinner. Dad found me crying when he came home, and promised we would bury him together. Dad put our friend in a box and put it in the fridge so that it wouldn't get too smelly.

Theodore said he had a plan for the burial. Today, after rugby training, we went to the park near our flat. Theodore chose a few spots and tried digging. It didn't work, so he found a spot under a hedge. Then he and Dad dug a hole; I helped scrape out the earth. When the hole was deep enough, Dad placed Turtle into the bottom. I helped cover him up with soil.

Theodore then wrote 'Turtle 2011 RIP" on a pair of wooden chopsticks, and drove it into the ground covering our dead pet. We cried; we were also bitten many times by mosquitos.

This is a map I drew of where we buried Turtle