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Wednesday, September 6, 2017

I hate phone factories

In class I had to write a recount from the perspective (view) of a child working in a sweatshop. I chose to be a kid working in a electronic factory.

What was I learning in writing? WALT use descriptive words and phrases to enhance the mood of fear or sadness.


I think I was successful because in my work I can see that I used descriptive language. I had fear and sadness.

What I thought was hard was trying to use the best type of language.
What I thought was easy was writing what was it about.

We are also trying to proof-read for accuracy of complex punctuation.


The phone factory.
On one foggy and chilly  Monday morning I couldn’t see the light. I don’t want go to the phone factory in  Bangladesh . Hi my name is Zingy and my friend name is Eva-la we work in a phone factory. I felt so exhausted my legs were groping to the ground my eyes shut as fast as a dog running. I work for seven days a week .

I had to wake up at 1:00 am I was as tried as a sloth.  I had to go through a sticky swamp I saw dead fish and animal bones.It smelt so bad. I had to walk through a cave with bats and spider ; felt spooky my legs wanted to go faster. Fear crept all over me. My body was shaking. Water dripped on me. Then I climbed up this steep hill. I wanted to faint  because it was too high up. My body felt like one million feet high.  Then I reached the factory . You’re five minutes late!  my boss yelled. I started to quiver . I saw Eva-la she was banging metal. Eva-la Fainted everyone said.  What has happened!  The boss screamed. Eva-la has fainted. The boss went over to her and yelled “ Wake up!” Eva-la woke up. Start working! Will anything good ever happen to me.

Five Hours later the buzzer goes off. Errrrrrrrr!  It is time for lunch. Ew! I thought in my head look at the gooey mashed potatoes yuck! My mouth felt like it was about to throw up. It looked like mud. I think I have to make a complain. When I was right by mister Benson the fourth I thought that maybe he might make me do extra work. The buzzer goes off again. Back to work!   My boss shouted, I gobbled the mashed potatoes.  I wish I could disappear I thought. I made on phone. I got payed forty four cents

Finally, it is 11:50 am . I can finish work and go to sleep . While I was going to sleep I dreamed that I was in my pool swimming in trillions  notes. Mister Benson the fourth could do all my work. Then I thought  I  was too exhausted to work any more.







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