As a teacher, I'm always learning. For writing it's about quality not quantity, high impact, and a "hook" to get attention. Today I got just that! When I wrote that title on the whiteboard, all students were definitely switched on! This is the topic of their current piece of writing. And what was their stimulus? Trying eight different types of Asian food. I wasn't really trying to poison them :) Students recorded their 'look', 'touch', 'smell' ideas on a worksheet, and then finally..... 'taste'! We got some wonderful reactions!
Below you will see some photos of our experience and some introductions the students have written to start their creative narrative that has the purpose to entertain.
Here are the introductions of some of the narratives...
I entered my room just like a normal day. But I could feel something was wrong. My teacher smelled sour. By then I knew something was up. My teacher had an evil look in her eyes. I was wondering where my class was. It was usually full but not this day. My teacher had me sit down.
As I read, I heard the sound of my teacher laughing. She was doing something. But what was she planning? A sunshine and rainbow lesson? Or would our life end? It was the most weird feeling I had ever had. She walked out with plates covered…
I strolled into the classroom to find that my teacher had laid out plates on our tables. As I approached the stench was horrendous. I bolted out of the classroom. As I stood desperately gasping, each gasp of fresh air was brilliant. Walking into the classroom was the scariest thing I’d ever done in my life…
When I went into the classroom, something smelt fishy. I knew something was wrong from the moment I saw lights flickering on and off. What was happening? A mischievious and evil laugh from out the back made me jump right out of my skin.
It looked like a normal day. The teacher was sitting at her desk. But that moment I smelt a horrible smell. Of fish. That was a fishy situation.
What’s that sound? I thought that my teacher was alone in the back room. Ghosts? Imaginary friends? Or just mentally crazy? Don’t ask, I’ve always wondered about her.
As I walked into my class, I was hit by a gross smell like mouldy cheese, and the sound of my teacher laughing like a witch in the back room, and definitely cooking something like a witch would cook. It stank. I looked down at the ground…
At twenty to eleven the school bell rang to come back into class. I walked into class to find there was no teacher in sight. As I walked to the heater to keep warm, I heard a noise come from the back room. I listened more carefully and I hear clashing and banging. I knew my teacher was up to something.
It was just another boring session of writing. My teacher was hiding in the back room talking to herself. Then she came out with plates and paper towels.