London Homework Project – Due 10th November 2012
Your homework is to create a project which shows London through your eyes. You can choose what mode this takes – it can be a project booklet or folder, a digital anthology or a film. It must contain images along with writing chosen and produced by you about London.
Personal Geography: London, Literature and Me.
We have been considering the overall theme for this year: personal geography and where better to start than with London. The city provoked a number of different reactions from you – some felt the danger which came from the riots and gang culture whilst others discussed the exciting culture and fun of London.
We also started our first book Stone Cold and begun to think about how this might lead to our understanding of London. Today we looked at themes from the book and considered what it means to be homeless (an issue for one of the protagonists Link) and what our thoughts are about this. This provoked a mini debate which will be the start of the debating work that we will be doing this term.
Dialogue in play
I was hugely impressed by your dramatic role plays, which demonstrated your enthusiasm and ability to play with language. From these you constructed some magnificent scripts of realistic dialogue. We followed this by producing a list of rules for powerful dialogue, which you can use for your creative writing.
Creative Writing
Albert strolled around the patio multiple times. He was contemplating whether to report his finding. After all, it’s not every day you find an unknown green residue slithering around your car. what was even more concerning was the metallic odor it was releasing. the smell overwhelmed his nostrils and forced him to make an escape towards the front porch.
He turned the handle, his brain releasing a little squirt of dopamine at the familiar sound of the coming relaxation, and waited for the next of the two sounds he heard every day at 6:30: Pebble banging against the door.Pebble was Albert’s most beloved possession, well he made sure maria didn’t know about that. Thinking about his wife Maria he wondered where she was. Her illuminating pink range rover was parked outside, but there was no sign of life inside the house.
As Albert slowly opened the door here was no banging. No panting, either. Nothing at all to signify to the dog even knew he was there. After a decade of driveway-key-door-dog, it was obvious to notice the silence. He shouldered the door open, failing to compensate for Pebble’s missing weight, and stumbled over the threshold. More silence.
“Albert?”
There was a sound he noticed. He hadn’t seen Maria’s car when he pulled in, it was hard to miss a bright pink range rover in your driveway.
“It’s me,” he said, making his way slowly towards the back of the small house they shared. “How are you?”
“Good.” Maria’s voice allowed him to sigh of relief. The missing dog still nagged at him. “Where’s Pebble?”
“Down here,” Linda said. “He followed me downstairs to do the laundry.”
Albert froze with his hand an inch away from the doorknob. Pebble never went downstairs. Ever since the dog’s encounter with the neighbours pet snake it made sure to stay well clear of the basement. Thinking about it, Maria never did either, at least not since—
Not since they moved the washing machine upstairs.
“Maria? Are you alright?”
“Yes.” Her response was quick and sounded as if it has been automated.
“Are you sure baby?”
“Yes, hon.” A little softer this time, but still not right.
Albert eased his hand toward the doorknob.
“Are you going to come down and help me or not Albert Granola?” Her voice sounded stern this time, definitely sounded like Maria.
“I have a lot of cl— stuff to carry, and I can’t get to the door.”
You’re being stupid!
The voice in his head was full of contempt, but he couldn’t shake his fear. Had she just not noticed what she’d said? What else would she be carrying? Since the washing machine was relocated quite some time ago.
“Honey?”
The irritation of having to ask a third time certainly sounded normal. Albert turned the knob and opened the door.
He didn’t have enough time to see exactly what waited on him, but it wasn’t Maria. It absolutely was not Maria.
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