Days before my project finals, My group members and I started preparing and modifying the powerpoint slides. But, after some thoughts, I changed my mind and decided to use the Prezi platform to carry out our presentation as it is more engaging than normal powerpoints. Prezi allows you to type in a word as a title and put your slides around the title. You will then be able to create a path whereby the Prezi software would be able to move on to the next slide after clicking. Sometimes, the slides have words covered or have other words in them. In order to solve this problem, much time has to be taken to shift words to other places or make the words smaller. Other than that, the Prezi platform is still manageable. I was quite enthusiastic at first as I have never used Prezi before. After finishing the powerpoint slides, my group menbers and I worked together to create our own short story as an end product as an end product is needed for the finals. We faced some difficulty in getting the storyline at first but later started writing our short story smoothly. The day before the project finals judging, My group members and I went to meet our mentor, Mrs Anu, and asked her if any amendments should be made. She pointed out a lot of mistakes and so, we spend that whole night rushing to amend our mistakes. The next day, we went for the project finals judging. The judges were very strict and asked us many questions. We managed to answer all of them except for one, which was how our end product, the short story was related to our powerpint slides. We tried giving all sorts of answers, but to no avail. Even though I did not pass the finals, at least my group members and I have tried our best and did all the best we can. It was a great experience for me, to be able to survive until the finals.
This is a poem on my primary school days:
Everyday when I step into my school
I can see students pushing their way through
With nurses standing by the side
To attend to their needs
Everyday when I step into my classroom
My teacher will shout at the top of his lungs
With the students covering their ears
The naughty ones will think of it as a choir song
While the sleepy ones will think of it as a wake-up call
Everyday when I step into the toilet
Brown solids will be all around you
A smell worse than a garbage dump
Will travel right up to your nose
Everyday when I step into the canteen
Students as fat as a hippopotamus
Will eat as if they have not eaten for a decade
And end up becoming a hot air balloon
Everyday when I step out of school
A wide grin would be stretched across my face
My heart starts thumping
School is finally over
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