Should fisherman have to pay for every fish they catch? - Writing English

28.09.17

Fishermen should pay for every fish they catch

I don’t know if fisherman should pay for every fish they catch.

I think that they possibly could pay a small fee to fish. You have to pay for plants and fruit and vegetables and meat so why shouldn’t you have to pay for fish? Fishing should be open to everyone for a small cost to fish, but only if they actually catch something. The fee paid could go towards looking after fish or the ocean. Like we can use the money to make sure the ocean water stays clean for them and so that they can breed freely. This will ensure that there will always be a stable amount of fish so that we can stick to using our natural resources and won’t run out.

But then on the other side, if they had to pay a specific amount for each fish it wouldn’t be fair, because fish are different sizes. Some people are poor and they fish because it's a free way to get food and they need it so paying for each one is unfair for them, it helps them. So in some ways, they should pay but otherwise, I think it actually just depends on the situation and person fishing. In some ways fishing should stay a hobby and for those who just genuinely love it and eat the fish happily. So, I don’t know.

Social Studies Migration Refugees in Syria

Cocoa Mantle Crust Earth Forming

In Science we had to try and recreate the earths crust breaking and mantle something or something and this is what the video showed:

I think plates move around and then it gets uneven so one will rise up and one might sink, then it cracks, and all the movement causes earthquakes, or an eruption of all the lava or something thats underneath and thats what happens. 

https://sites.google.com/site/tectonicswebsite/tectonic-processes

Ours worked nice but it didn't crack first like in the video. 

The milk bubbling underneath represents the magma, lava stuff.

The cocoa represents the earths crust and how it cracks and formed little islands such in the last picture they represent the continents.

Brainstorming

What inspires me to make art and what messages I want to put out into the world.

Main ideas:
- Guardian angel protecting
- Self esteem/mirrors/how you see yourself



Camille Hunt: https://oxfordstorieslongform.wordpress.com/2016/02/22/1114/

Joel Haskins:












I couldn't find the proper name of the artist but:


Anne Stokes: This is like I had pictured



Something like this:

Woodcut Selfies

For our woodcut selfies, we had to use a selfie/picture of us and develop it into art, and draw it, come up with concepts and ideas and meanings behind it. I chose a picture of me and Michaela. I sketched thumbnail ideas of meanings and ways I could go with it. 

This is the picture of my page of planning thumbnails. From there I sketched a base plan for the picture, basically copying the selfie and so from there I could develop it. 

After this, I chose the idea of how your friends can be prettier, bolder, more confident and talented than you, or even just your peers, and how you can compare yourself to you, and feel overshadowed by them, thats why I decided to make Michaela in front, bigger, bolder darker and thicker features. I put tears and delicate eyes on the girl that represented me, or whatever. Eyes are windows to the soul and I thought if there was expression in the eyes, it had to be better and easier to interpret from a strangers point of view. I made the features overall thinner, lighter and more delicate. I drew another plan of the woodcut, this time adding the ideas behind it and pushing them forward. I did play around with the idea of adding words, and added "SHADOW" lightly at the bottom right corner but it didn't feel right in the end. 

Even though this one wasn't exactly better, it was okay. I got my wood and planned out in light pencil what I wanted it to look like, as a base and template. From there I spent a few weeks cutting it out and printing. In the end it didn't turn out too nice, but the first print was okay.

The second picture, I added vivid to the middle of Michealas eyes as it didn't look right at first. Overall I am happy with it. 

Gymnastics - PE

Lesson 1:
We went around each one and basically just learned the sequences and got familiar with each piece of equipment, so we could settle into the topic.

Lesson 2:
I learned how to do dip walks and cat leaps on the beam, I learned how to lift myself up and hold on the bars and i flipped myself over. I learned how to do a forward roll on the 2 bars.

Lesson 3:
I worked on my forward rolls, I practiced on the beam, I attempted more bar work and overall practiced the spread of skills and techniques.

Lesson 4:
I attempted a cartwheel, I practiced on the beam, the bars, and the parallel  bars.

Creative Writing English

Second Piece of Creative Writing

Writing about the picture (creative writing)

Planning//Ideas:

• Alone
• Fire
• Burning embers
• Scared

Survival of The Fittest

Looking around, all I could see was darkness. The tunnel was narrow and dim,  empty and abandoned. Why was I even here? It wasn’t like me to go adventuring through deep dark tunnels alone. There was a damp musty smell, and as I inhaled, it was all I could taste. Faint echoes of tapping came from far within. I turned behind me and looked back, but all I saw was endless darkness. I sighed and turned. It was too late now, and just my luck. My only option was to go forward and see what lay ahead.

Stepping over stray litter, I focused on the path ahead of me. There was a trail of foul smelling liquid all the way through the tunnel. Odd, I thought. I figured it was polluted water but how would it even get in here? The walls seemed to seep closer and lean towards me like sly snakes, only there to scare me and play with my mind. My imagination began to run wild and I felt genuine fear. I kept walking ahead though, pushing the thoughts back and myself forward.

Soon enough, there was a change in the air. Suddenly, the musty damp smell disappeared and was replaced by a new crisp smoke scent. It wafted over me and surrounded me, taunting me. I began to run. My old sneakers hit the concrete floors lightly, turning into a rhythmic beat. I reached a doorway. The cornflower blue paint was severly chipped, peeling down, exposing the old wood. I put my hand on the knob. It was rusty and rough, cold on my skin.

As I turned it slowly, a huge blast of air hit me like high wind. I was choked by the strong smell of burning and smoke. What was going on? Why did the tunnel end with this room? I looked around franticly, taking it in. I had so many questions. The room was filled with paper, little notes everywhere. I picked up a small piece of paper that had landed at my feet. It had neat handwriting and said one word, in bold. ‘RUN.’ I held my breath. The fire was creeping closer to me, burning all the notes but I wasn’t scared. I was frozen solid in the doorway, watching.

Millions of questions raced through my mind. What had led me here? Why was there a tunnel underground at school anyway? The roaring and crackling of the fire was loud and overwhelming. The fire had now crept right up to me, a flame now licking at my skin. I moved my arm towards it, as if to touch it. The burning of the orange flame came closer and coiled around me. Just as it thought it had me, I twirled out of its grasp, shut the door on it and sprinted like I never have before.

When I finally slowed from running, after a good five minutes, I turned around. I could see bright burning flames behind me, it was moving faster than rain dropping, chasing me. I then realised that the trail of polluted smelling liquid from earlier, wasn’t water. It was petrol. This was a deliberate fire, and the tunnel wa a trap. I had been set up.

I stopped for a second, to work out what to do. If I stayed here and let the fire get me, they won. If I ran and escaped, I won. I was gasping for breath and I felt the heat of the burning embers crawl over me but I wasn’t going to give up.

After what felt like a lifetime, I reached the opening of the tunnel. The massive rock had been rolled over the entrance again.

“HELP” I screamed.

My throat was sore and dry. My arms were weak and burned but I pushed with all the strength I had left. The rock began to move slowly and it rolled backward. I slipped past the small gap created and pushed it back behind me.

I began to run again. This time, out of my new torturous school. Far away. I thought this school was going to be a nice normal fresh start. Obviously not. He was still out there and wasn’t going away.