Wednesday, 26 August 2009

Food for thought!

1)Ever since I was young, I had alwys prefered to eat at home.I like my mother's cooking THE MOST. Anyway, I like sitting on the dining table and chatting with my family. I had a great chatterbox at home, my brother, always making us laugh. Also, I had a feeling of warmth whenever I am at home.
I could keep my school clean by teling my friends who litters to stop it. I can also pick up litters I see on the floor.I can also throw wrappers of the sweets I ate into the dustbins instead of the floor.
2)There was once when I saw a boy tripping on a stone and fell. Before I could react, a girl rush over to help him up. The boy howled and cried. The little girl took a sweet out of her pocket and gave it to the little boy. Immedietly, he stopped crying. There was another time when I saw an old lady holding some heavy materials, trying to cross the busy road. A boy quickly punched the button for the green man, and generously offered to help the old lady take her heavy load.
Yes, I did. Once, I saw an old man carrying a big basket of oranges. Suddenly, he tripped and fell. All the oranges scattered around, including the road.I quickly dropped to my knees and helped him pick up the oranges. Just as the old man was picking up an orange on the road, a car that was coming straight towards him hooted loudly. As quick as lightning, I managed to pull the old man out of the road. He thanked me profusely.After that I went home.
A few days ago, there were three primary6s vandelising a car. A boy prefect about 8 years old tried to stop them. Instead,they started throwing vulgaraties at him. Then, one boy began hitting him. I knew I could not stop three big and strong boys by myself and rushed to the general office. A teacher came along with me to where the boys are. When they saw the teacher, the three boys looked frightened. The prefect wan moaning in pain. I tok him to the sick bay and dressed his wounds. He looked at me thankfully and smiled. The three boys were caned for a punishement by the principal. This was the one and only time i saw this kind of incident.



BY JOLICE NEO

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