tirsdag 29. september 2009

English homework , Septembre 30th

Point of view means how somebody looks at a situation. In the story " The way up to heaven" by Roald Dahl, Mr. Foster thinks that it's okei to treat his wife in that kind of way, torturing her mentally. Mrs. Foster treat her husband with respect and tries to be as perfect as possible to him, but I think( or shall I say ; form my point of view) Mrs. Foster knows that she is leting him control her. I think she hopes he will change his attitude if she tries to be as conscientious as possible.


In the song Russians by Sting ( that I preformed last wendesday, I think ) there's a sentences that says " I don't subcribe to this point of view". The sentence means , Sting or antoher person don't like how the russians see the situation of war. They don't like that the Russians think that this war isn't hurting anybody, because it does.

Concored is how a verb changes wether if it's plural or singular- third person. He, she and it is third person.

Example:

Mr. Foster has a yellow car ( he has a yellow car )
The buttler is a gentelman ( he is a gentelman )

The difference between adverbs and adjectives is the adverbs describes verbs and sometimes adjectives while adjectives describes person, places and everything else.

Example:

You are so small. ( adjectiv; small)
Is she doing well ? ( adverb; well )

I chose to write a characterisation about Vingo form the story " Going home " by Pete Hamill, because he seemed to be a specail type of guy. He was dressed in a suit that didn't fit him and his fingres were stained from cigarettes. His face was dusty and he seemed to be a silent person. He looked like an old and lonley bachelor. I think Vingo regreats for whatever he has done and he is nervous for showing up in his home town, because he doesn't know if his wife wants him back.

mandag 28. september 2009

mikronovelle

Jeg sto der, han bare gikk

torsdag 24. september 2009

Skildring

Dette er skildringen som vi skulle skriv i forrige norsktime.



Skolegården/høsten

Bladene ligger spredt rundt meg. Trykket ned på bakken av det kalde, tunge septemberregnet. De høye murbyggningene strekker seg så lange de er opp mot himmelen og får deg til å føle deg så liten der du står helt alene i regnet, og venter. Skyene svever grå og mørke over deg og du skjønner at det ikke lengre er sommer. Du skjønner at tiden hvor man sto her ute og nøt solen er forbi.Den tiden da det var en fryd og komme seg ut av klasserommet for å få seg litt sol, nei ikke nå lengre. Nå skal vi komme oss gjennom denne mørke tiden med de pene bladene og så er det jul!

Hei!

Hei og velkommen til bloggen min. På denne bloggen kommer det til og vær norsk- og engleskoppgaver. Enjoy!