GUIDELINES FOR OUR WRITTEN PRODUCTION





GUIDELINES FOR OUR WRITTEN PRODUCTION


You are latter-day RobinsonCrusoe. You are stranded on a desert island. It´s been ten days since you got shipwrecked and you start losing hope of being rescued. In order to keep track of time you decide to write a diary.Your diary will be in the format of a blog. In groups of 3 to 4 students. You have to write your impressions of your life on the island, making an account of your daily activities. For such, we will be visiting the school´s cyber room every now and then: once to start the blog (choosing a name, writing an introduction, presenting yourself, giving background information to the creation of the blog); a couple of times to add information to it, and one last time to read your mates´blogs and write comments on them. Pictures are highly welcome. Be creative. You can add ideas but cannot change the factual information in the story.






Turma 81 Grupo 1 A

                     Diary of an adventure
 Day:27 of september 

  I'm David Lerry , I was born in 1630 in Glasgow in Scotland , but I moved to Worcester  , in England. My dad is Welsh and my mother is Spanish . I'm making this blog to tell you about my voyage around the world. But at first I need to tell you one thing: my father didn't give me permission to be a sailor and  he told me that GOD would punish me for it . In my first voyage I went to London . The ship sank and I fell in the sea but a boat saved me when I was drowning. 



                

Day: 4 of october
  In London I didn't know whether I'd go home or to the sea. I decided to go to the sea. I went on a voyage that was going to Africa. I sold some toys and other small things for gold there,  but the captain of the ship died in the end of the voyage. When I came back, I earned a lot of money with the gold. The same ship now was going to Africa again, but with a new captain. And then I decided to go once more. But in that voyage, I was captured by pirates and they took me to Sallee, at Africa, as a slave for two years.

 Day: 7 of october (two years later)
  I escaped from Africa and I was free. I went on a Spanish ship to Brazil. And I stayed there for three years...and then I went to Africa again to get slaves to work on my sugar plantation.When I was going to Africa, the ship sank and I ended up on an island and I saw the ship broken, but with some things that could be useful for me and I brought all of them and a dog on a small raft.

Day: 10 of october
  I made a cross where I made a mark for which day that I spent on the island and a hut for me and my dog to live in it. 

Day: 15 of december (two years later)
  It was a dark day. It happened an earthquake on the island, but fortunately my hut wasn't affected.

Day:25 of august (three years later)
  I saw smoke on the air. And I decided to follow it , to see if there was somebody alive in the island. When I arrived I saw a cannibal ritual, and they were ready to eat one person and I saved the other person that was going to be eaten. I called him Sunday and he called me Master.

Day:18 of july(five years later)
I was trying to teach him Cristianity and that we don´t eat people but he wasn´t understanding it.However I was thinking that he would understand.


Day:25 of december(five years later)
  I could make Sunday understand the real value of the Christmas.I gave him a T-shirt made of plants and he gave me a beautiful stone.

Day:1 of january (two years later)
  We made a canoe to go back for England.But in the middle of the voyage we bumped on a sea rock and we swam back to the island.

Day:14 of november(four years later)
 I honed my hut to live better in the island but Sunday didn´t helped me for it because he was making a new canoe and finding more things and aliments for us to escape from the island.

Day:25 of november(seven years later)
  We finished the new canoe with more things, better and bigger. This time we went to Sunday's island because we wanted to reach England.

 Day: 2 of december
   We passed by a strong storm that almost sank our canoe. The storm has changed our way and we didn't realize it.

 Day: 4 of december
   I woke up ill and listening Sunday crying but we were arriving in his island and I asked him why was he crying. He answered me that we had to fight or dead.

  Day: 15 of february (next year)
   I improved my condition but I still would fight with Sunday two days later.

Day:17 of february
  That two days passed faster that the others.In the fight I toppled Sunday and he almost fell on the fire.Suddenly the spanish settlers shot in Sunday and he fell in the fire as a witch in the medieval times and I started to cry but I went back for Europe with the spanishes.

 Day:19 of november(ten years later)
 I am dying and this is my last post.Thanks for read my blog.

                                                                                                  Robinson Crusoe

This work has been assessed by the teacher. No changes allowed!