For my post I chose my Halloween project to write about because I had a lot of fun and I learned a lot. The Halloween project is a project where you are supposed to pick a few pictures and describe them in French. I wrote about a witch, a monster, candy, pumpkins, ghosts, bats, a broom, decorations, a hat and a black cat. During this project I learned a lot about adjective endings and how you know how to choose the agreement. I also learned about the BAGS rule, when adjectives go before the noun. I had a lot of fun with this project!
– C’est une chouette sorcière égoïste et timide.
Elle est aussi violette et jaune.
– C’est une choutte monstre impolie.
Il est vert et orange.
-Ce sont des bonbons délicieux dans le sac.
Ils sont orange et blancs.
C’est une citrouille effrayante ets magie.
Elle est orange et verte.
C’est un fantôme bizarre Il est blanc et orange.
C’est un chauve-souris noir et gris
C’est un grand balai marron.
Ce sont des jolies décorations magiques.
C’est un chapeau drôle et brillant.
Il est noir et vert.
C’est un chat malchanceux et mal.
Il est noir et blanc.
On my crest I have 4 things describing something about me and my family. The first thing on my crest is a crown, this represents the strength and leadership. The second thing on my crest is a flower representing grace and life. The third thing on my crest is a star showing how we are all connected. And the last thing on my crest is a unicorn that represents bravery and beauty. The color yellow represents happiness and blue represents the sky and how we are all connected. Lastly The swans that are holding up my crest show light kindness and hope.
My mother came from a wealthy family as did my Father. My father loved my mother so much he married her. He gave up on being a knight to raise three kids and failed to live up to the expectations of his father by becoming a knight. His father forbid him coming back into his house so they were forced to move away. He could not find work and he was barely able to find money to feed us. But even though my family was no longer welty I could still use my grandfather’s title to become a knight. I was not going to give up on a dream I have have ever since I was three. I was determined to finish what my dad started. I am going to become a knight.
I am being escorted to the church thinking about hiding my secret, today was the day I would confess my sins. I knew if I blew this opportunity I would be working in a garden for the rest of my short life. The requirements were you must be fourteen, a boy and wealthy. I knew I was all of those things but one, wealthy. “I can do it,” I told myself . Then the church came into view.
I was taken directly to a large room in the church. The man you escorted me to the room told me to wait. So to pass the time I looked at the beautiful paintings on the wall. Then the priest came in. I was so nervous I started to shake. He told me to sit down, so I did. He stood in front of me and told me to tell him if I needed to confess any sins. I told him I have not. On the inside I knew this was incorrect. I felt as if the words “ I’m not wealthy!” were written right on my forehead. He asked me if I had ever taken something that was not mine. I wanted to say yes I took my older brother’s potato because I was so hungry! But instead I said “Yes, when I was younger I hid my siblings meat because I was greedy.” He asked me if there was anything else I wanted to confess, but there was this silence that made me want to talk I felt like this was a safe place to say… “No” I said. I felt a weight sitting on my chest. It was over, I was done I had completed confessing my sins. I was one step closer to becoming a knight.
