Semester 2 reflection goals

What I worked on last semester

I will work on my nine times tables and learn to use common multiples when I am solving maths problems. I could practise at home by testing myself and work on one multiplication sum (i.e. 9 x 5) at a time until I know it automatically. I will try different methods of using common multiples to solve math sums and use the one I am most comfortable with using/doing. If I practise this enough at home I believe that I will get much better and stop using my fingers to count from one number to another.


How I went

I think I went well, though I don’t think I’m using common multiples in problems when I am solving them – I don’t really solve a problem with more than one answer, but if I learn to do that I could use common multiples to help. I also do not know my 9’s tables off by heart but I do know the pattern to solve them quickly. I have not practiced my multiples at home since I do not have much spare time but I could try to figure out the pattern so I can do them much faster.


Future goals for 2019

In secondary college I think it would be better to try to make friends that have the same interests as me (Harry Potter, drawing, writing etc.) so we could talk about them often. I think I should also try to do my homework on time and ask my sister for help if I don’t understand something – this would help me in my classes and help me remember it better, it would also make me more organised. I should also work on trying my best in class and not being afraid to stand up for myself and ask for help.


100WC – week 6

I walked deep in the woods, looking at the trees and hearing many birds sing.

I came into a split path, one that lead out of the woods and one that didn’t – many people would want to leave, but I didn’t.

I strode along the path that went deeper, it twisted and turned but I was determined to find any secrets that lied ahead.

I came across a tree, a tree with a bike lodged into it’s trunk. I looked at it, confused but amazed as to how it got there. I moved the wheels – surprised at how they still worked, the bike seemed like it had been there for years.

Imagery Poem 2018

Warm colours splash my face,

the smell of gum trees and pale yellow fill the air

I can see the orange and the brightness through the glass

I can hear birds along with the continuous melody of song

I feel happy

Happy, happy, happy.

Why do I feel happy?

It’s because I’m safe.

Mars Rover inputs and outputs

Some inputs for a mars rover Edison model are:

Things falling over
The computer
The cord
Sound (Clapping)

Some outputs for a mars rover Edison model are:

Movement (left, right etc)
Sound (Music)
LEDs/Lights (Laser)
Claws to pick things up (Picking up objects)


100WC – because I said so.

I sat lazily on the couch, bored out of my mind.
I looked over to my left and saw my parents staring at me, I looked back at them and said nothing. A few moments of silence passed, soon they both sighed and said “Do it.”
“Do what?” I asked, sounding incredibly stupid.

“The clothes!” My mum pointed at them “They’ve been sitting there for weeks!”
“Why? It’s the weekend.”
“Because I said so!”

I grumpily got up and went over to the clothes – my legs feeling like they would collapse under my weight.
“You never do anything around this house.” I mumbled.

Drarry Fanfiction ;:Chapter 2:;

Harry was still in a bad mood the next day, after his encounter with Draco, nothing seemed to cheer him up. He sat in the common room in total silence, not answering to anyone.
“Harry.” Hermione said sternly, “You can’t keep brooding about this forever.”
Harry grunted, not opening his mouth to speak.
“I don’t think he’s gonna stop anytime soon, Hermione.” Ron said, a look of confusion on his face.
“Well it’s not doing him any good is it?” She snapped, “If he’s not stopping, I won’t try to help him!” She added, getting up and slamming her things onto a desk, scaring a few first and second years.
Ron turned back to Harry, “The only person who can make you brood like this is Malfoy, right?” A slight smirk appeared on his freckled face.
“No.” Harry grunted, “it’s not him.”
“I can tell you’re lying, mate.” Ron rolled his eyes. “It’s got to be Malfoy.”
“It’s not him, Ron.” Harry repeated, “It’s not him.”
“Harry, I’m you’re best friend, I have been for five years, so I can tell when you’re-”
“IT’S NOT HIM, RON” Harry thundered, “IT’S NOT DRACO!”
“Draco? Harry, you never call him that.” Ron said.
“So?” Harry hissed, “I can call him whatever I want.”
Ron chuckled, “Mate, surely you aren’t growing fond of Malfoy.”
“No!” Harry exclaimed, “Are you crazy?”
Harry sighed, “I’m sorry, ok? Just… talking about Draco makes me… uncomfortable.”
Ron winced at the sound of Draco’s name, “It’s ok mate, I should’ve known.”
“Don’t beat yourself up!” Harry smiled, “Hermione, we’re going down to lunch, want to come?”
Hermione looked up from her essay, “Sure, I don’t see why not.” She replied, putting her quill down.
The trio exited the portrait hole, sunlight glistened through the windows, it was a beautiful day at Hogwarts.
They couldn’t wait to eat after being cooped up for in the common room for so long.
They were almost halfway there when a familiar voice rang above the crowd.
“Hey Potter! Hanging out with the Weasel and Mudblood again I see?”
It was Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.
“What does he want.” Harry hissed, “Ron, Hermione, I’ll meet up with you, I can deal with Draco.”
“Draco-?” Hermione began.
“I’ll explain later,” Harry sighed. “Just go.”
Without arguing, the two left Harry and headed towards the great hall.
Harry quickly turned to face Draco.
“I see you’ve begun to use my first name, Potter.” Draco smirked.
“Yeah, so?” Harry hissed.
Draco laughed, “It’s as if you like me!”
“So? I don’t.” Harry looked at Draco, who was at a loss for words. “And I don’t think I ever will.”
He turned around and walked to the great hall.
Harry met his friends at the great hall, the usual chatter growing out any noise coming from outside.
A few minutes later, Draco entered, his face paler and his walk was less stuck up then usual. When he sat down, he didn’t talk, he just stared blankly at his plate.
“What’s gotten into him?” Harry heard a few people whisper.
“What on earth did you do?” Hermione asked, turning back to face Harry.
“I dunno. I just stood up for you.” Harry replied, “He looks kinda heartbroken.”
“I didn’t think he had a heart.” Ron said bitterly.
Hermione looked at Draco and then back at Harry, “It’s not like you to care about him, Harry.”
Harry didn’t say anything for a few seconds, “Is it wrong to care about other people’s feelings?”
“When they’re Malfoy it is.” Ron hissed.
After the school had eaten their lunch, they headed towards the transfiguration classroom.
They patiently waited outside and soon the rest of the class showed up.
The door opened and Mcgonagall ushered the flock of students inside.
Once everyone had found a seat, Mcgonagall tapped the blackboard with her wand.
“Good evening, class.” Mcgonagall began, “Your task today is to turn a rat into a goblet.”
No sooner as she has finished, rats appeared in front of every student.
Harry looked over at Ron who had a look of utter disappointment carved into his face.
“You’ll do it.” Harry assured him.
“No I won’t, I suck at transfiguration.” Ron sighed, looking down at his rat, who was scurrying around the desk.
Harry looked over at Hermione, who was doing the spell perfectly. “Hermione!” Harry whispered. “Hermione!”
He couldn’t get her attention, he sighed and turned back to Ron.
“Just try it!” Harry said, grabbing his own rat and trying out the spell for himself.
After a couple of tries and utter failures, Harry looked at Ron, who had not moved a muscle.
“Ron!” Harry hissed, annoyed at the fact that Ron didn’t even try.
“You know I can’t do transfiguration, Harry!” Ron fumed, “But if you want me to do it so badly, then fine! I will!” Ron raised his wand and violently stabbed the air, muttering a spell.
After his wand has stopped moving his rat flew across the room.
The classroom erupted in laughter, Ron went a delicate yet bright pink, he sank into his seat.
Harry only noticed one person who wasn’t laughing- Draco.

Drarry Fanfiction ;:chapter 1:;

Harry sat there, staring at the back of Draco Malfoy’s head – his mind lost in many thoughts that he could not dissect.
His quill was limp in his hand, his mouth slightly open without him realising, a line of fading ink coming from where his quill left off.
He was tired, that’s all he knew, but he didn’t know it would come down to staring at the back of the bad boy’s head while thinking about everything.
Harry was so lost in thought, the whole world seemed to be blurry – like if you focus on one thing, the world around gets blurry. Harry was focusing on one thing; his thoughts.
He was about to lose all sense of reality when he distantly heard his own name being called.
“Potter!” The voice seemed agitated, “Potter!” It snapped again, more fiercely. His mind suddenly snapped back and he was greeted by the scowl of Draco Malfoy.
“Why on earth where you staring at me?” He hissed, his silver eyes glaring at Harry.
Harry fumbled, trying to get back to his original state.
“I.. um.. I..” He only managed to squeeze out a few words. “I was thinking..?”
Draco groaned, “I don’t have time for your excuses, Potter.”
He turned back to his own work, a few of the other Slytherins who where at his side sniggering as they stared at Harry, imitating his dull look as he was thinking.
Harry felt his face turn red with embarrassment, he just wanted to disappear at that very moment, back into the safe and cozy Gryffindor common room.
Harry continued his work for a good 10 or so minutes before class ended, leaving everyone to do their own thing back in their house common rooms.
Harry returned to the common room, holding a piece of parchment, quill and ink bottle.
He sat at one of the empty desks and began his essay on the Draught of Peace. The book seemed to drag on and on about one single ingredient and how to cut it – which he found very boring.
Ron soon came up to him, placed his parchment (which only had four lines of writing done) and ink bottle down next to Harry. They sat in an awkward silence for a while until Ron broke the awkwardness, “Why exactly where you staring at his head?” He questioned, placing his quill down.
Harry grumbled but reluctantly answered Ron’s question, “I was thinking. That’s it.” He returned to his parchment, constantly looking back from the book to his own writing.
Ron shrugged, not knowing wether to believe this answer or not, but they both continued in the awkward silence once more.
After a painful hour of quill scratching, Harry got up and grabbed his wizard chess set, “Ron, wanna play?” He asked, setting up the chess board.
Ron looked up, he had barely written five more lines, he smiled and got off his chair almost immediately, sitting next to Harry and helping him set up the last few pieces.
They were halfway through their game when Hermione came from the girls’ dormitories, she walked up to the boys and looked down at them. “Why aren’t you doing your homework? It’s important, you know.”
“We know,” Ron replied, not looking away from the chessboard, “You’ve told us about a million times.”
“I got tired, do you know how hard it is to write a 3 page essay on the Draught of Peace? That potion is absolutely impossible to understand,” Harry complained, “it’s also impossible to make!”
“Oh quit complaining, I’ve already finished my essay, I could read what you have and check it.” Hermione offered, “I could do that for you as well, Ron.”
Harry saw Ron’s ears turn a delicate pink, he stared at the chessboard for a good five seconds before saying, “Well, I didn’t complete it since I just didn’t want to.” He completely ignored Hermione’s offer, but Harry accepted it, as long as she didn’t make it look too obvious that she helped.
After Hermione was done, she continued on with her own homework in total silence.
“So quidditch..” Ron paused, “Reckon Slytherin’ll be tough to beat?”
“No, but do you?” Harry asked.
“Maybe, though with Malfoy as their seeker..” Ron took a moment to think, “Well, he won’t have a chance against you. You’re an amazing seeker! He just got on because his farther probably paid the school or something.” He said, putting a good amount of emphasis on the word “farther.”
“Uh. Yeah.” Harry, looked at the remains of the chess pieces. “Yeah..”
Harry bit onto the side of his cheek, why am I feeling so.. uncomfortable? Harry asked himself.
“Though, he might bail.” Ron chuckled before looking up at Harry, who he could see was feeling a great sense of uncomfortableness.
“Anyway..” Ron paused, “You looking forward to our hogsmede trip next weekend?”
“Yeah.” Harry said bluntly. “I hope it’ll be good.”
“Same.” Ron said dully.
Harry began to pack up the wizards chess and soon headed off to bed, with something weighing down his stomach.
The next morning he hurried off to breakfast, where he found Draco and his army of Slytherins all sitting down, sniggering as Draco did an obvious impression of what happened the day before.
Harry put his head down and quickly goes to the furthest point away from them, though their sniggering still ringing in his ears. His face felt warm, he could feel everyone looking at him.
His plan turned out to be an utter failure and Draco managed to find his way close to Harry, “Hey, Potter.” He uttered, smirking. “Potter!”
Harry finally turned around, his face feeling hotter then before.
“What?” He spat, glaring angrily at the Slytherins.
“Oh nothing, I just thought you needed to come back to reality.” Malfoy smirked, his Slytherins all burst out laughing.
Harry cursed under his breath and turned away.
The great hall finally filled with everyone and breakfast started. Harry grabbed the least amount of food he could possibly have and gulped it all down before getting up, tears staring to fill his eyes, and storming out of the hall, still hearing the Slytherins roar with laughter.
Why? Why did I stare at him? Of all people it was him. Harry thought angrily, tears streaming down his red hot face. He walked down the hallways, pushing anyone who was in his way before coming face to face with Draco.
Harry looked at him, wiping the tears away with his sleeve.
“Aww, Potter’s upset now?” Draco sniggered, “You we’re always a crybaby.”
“Stuff it Malfoy.” Harry fumed, “I don’t give a damn about what you think. You don’t.. you don’t..” He trailed off, “You don’t get to manipulate me like that.” He snapped, even more tears rolling down his face as his temper reaching boiling point. Draco wasn’t frowning, his fists weren’t clenched, in fact, he was smiling. “Says who? There aren’t any teachers around.”
Harry reached for his wand, but Draco was quicker, his wand was already raised by the time Harry even touched his.
“Don’t even think about it.” Draco grinned before putting his wand away and heading towards the dungeon.
Harry was fuming all the way to Herbology, where Ron and Hermione finally caught up to him.
Harry quickly wiped the mess off of his face, “Hey..” He stammered, trying to hide the fact that he was just crying.
“We saw you, you looked like you were upset.” Hermione breathed, “are you alright? Is there anything you want to tell us?”
Harry looked at Ron, who gave him a look that said it’s alright, mate.
It’s nothing. I don’t want to tell you anything.” Harry whispered, before going off to find his own table away from his friends.
“It’s not nothing.” Ron said.
“Well, it’s clearly something.” Hermione added before they both went to an empty table to being their lesson.

100WC – … but what colour should it be? …

But what colour should it be? I wondered, staring at the blank wall.

Green? Nope, not creative enough. Red? No, it would look like the wall was bleeding as I painted it. Purple? No! Too dark, I wouldn’t be able to see a thing.

Blue is an ok colour, but I’ll just end up painting it too look like a kids room.

Grey is good, but it’ll look like a prison cell.

I fall back onto my bed, staring deeply at the ceiling, my brain cycling through various different colours – red, green, purple, black, grey, magenta, white…

I sigh, I’ll never be able to find a colour.


I looked into the pink, sparkling river. The fish seemed to be nervous around me, I have no idea why, why would I hurt such a beautiful creature?

I sat next to some freshly cooked pies, I looked back down at the fish, they seemed to want my food, some even popped out of the water just to stare at me for a few seconds before going underwater again.

It was getting dark, I could barely see the stairs leading back to my house. I stood up, grabbed my empty plate and walked back home, relieved that I could finally see once I opened the door.


A magic door, a magical, mystical door, found in the middle of a forest.

Deep in the woods will you find the door, a door that was put there by someone – no-one knows who but everyone just accepts its existence.

Nobody has dared to go into the door, everyone apart from you.

You go into the woods, you face the door at stare intensely at it. Nothing happens.

You say “Show me the other side.” Again, nothing happens. You begin to circle the door, looking for anything strange.

It doesn’t change, you touch it, it wiggles like jelly but as soon as you take your hand away from it, it returns to normal.

The door is certainly strange.