Once upon a time there was a little boy who had to move all across the big blue ocean to start a new chapter of his exciting life. He didn’t ask for it. He was very happy at the place he lived before but the boy was still little and he had to live where his parents wanted him to.
Zweimal die Woche habe ich hier in USA zusätzlich neben der Schule Deutschunterricht damit ich die Sprache nicht verlerne. In ein paar Jahren wollen wir ja zurück nach Deutschland und da will ich noch mitkommen mit den anderen 😊. Diese Woche habe ich eine Geschichte erfunden und da dachte ich mir ich könnte sie euch auch zeigen. Ich hoffe sie gefällt euch!
Apart from plenty of great new books I got, I did spend a lot of time this Thanksgiving break reading non-fiction articles for a school assignment I had to do. Interested in the results?
In light of Veterans Day we talked about World War II and how the Nazis killed so many jewish people at school. This made me very sad and I thought it would be a good idea to do some additional research on that topic.
This story is for my favorite teacher. Friday was my last day at my old school and so I wrote a story to thank her for being the worlds best teacher ever. And here it goes:
One morning I woke up and ate my breakfast. We always had our radio on when we ate.
This story I also wrote during my creative writing course last school year. After the feedback from my teacher I revised the story twice and tried to add more details to the characters. Hope you like it.
And here we go…