Week 5 Writing Homework
- August 21, 2024
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INTERVIEW QUESTION: Who is your role model, and why? Describe a time when you faced a moral or ethical dilemma and how you handled it.
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Ada Lovelace stood in her father’s greenhouse, aghast and flummoxed. Even this eminent prodigy found herself at a loss to fathom the enormity of the spectacle unfolding before her. Her brow furrowed with perplexed wonder as she attempted to rationalize the inexplicable sight. Tucking back a stray lock of hair, she doubted her senses, yet the undeniable truth lay before her: a plant, coiling and undulating like a mythical serpent, seemed poised to transcend the very bounds of temporal reality.
In the verdant confines of her father’s botanical sanctuary, Ada, the illustrious mathematician, meandered amongst the flora, meticulously scrutinizing the intricate petals in pursuit of knowledge for her ongoing research endeavors. It was amidst this scholarly reverie that a singular plant of crimson and emerald hues captivated her attention. As she drew near, her eyes widened in incredulity.
A kaleidoscope of colors, ranging from subdued tones to vibrant shades, melded and interwoven, converging into a tapestry that seemed to warp the fabric of time itself. Ada found herself inexorably drawn into this chromatic maelstrom, her very being dissolving into minuscule particles. Just as the plant began to swell with an otherworldly energy, a sudden flash and—poof! —both Ada and the plant vanished into the annals of history.
Upon regaining her senses, Ada found herself in a vast greenhouse of grand proportions. The enigmatic plant pulsed with vitality before her. From within the swirling mist emerged a figure—a youth not much older than Ada, cloaked in intricately embroidered ebony garb that hinted at a world far removed from her own. His eyes, a deep mahogany, widened with a blend of curiosity and alarm, exuding an aura of quiet command despite his obvious bewilderment mirroring Ada’s own. The silent exchange of gazes between the two seemed to show that each was contemplating the other’s inexplicable presence. After a short pause, the young boy spoke.
“Who might you be? I am Zahi.”
Ada hesitated momentarily, her mind racing as she rose to her feet. Before responding, she cast a scrutinizing gaze beyond the confines of the greenhouse, where humble dwellings clustered and a solitary, slightly more opulent abode leaned against a weathered stone wall. It was then that Ada comprehended the full extent of her displacement—not merely through time but across geographical boundaries to a realm entirely foreign to her own.
Observing Ada surveying their surroundings, Zahi, too, grasped the gravity of their situation, his eyes widening with incredulous amazement, as if still grappling with the reality of their inexplicable relocation, with only a stranger for company.
Ada’s abrupt turn and hushed utterance broke the silence, “I am Ada, and it appears we have been transported to Malawi! The sign over there confirms it.”
Zahi nodded in agreement before swiftly positioning the mysterious plant before them. The sound of approaching footsteps heralded the arrival of an unkempt urchin, his sooty visage and unkempt locks exuding an air of malevolence. Surveying the room with a scrutinous air, he advanced slowly, as if searching for something to sate his gaze. Zahi and Ada instinctively huddled closer, a sense of trepidation palpable in the air.
“Reveal yourselves! I know you have been brought here by the plant. Do not attempt to deceive me, for I hold the power to erase your existence and that of this world, step by step,” the urchin intoned with ominous certainty.
Zahi’s impulsive outcry, “You shall not succeed in my presence!” revealed his resolve, albeit at a cost. The urchin, his countenance twisted into a sinister grin, relished the unfolding drama before him. Ada, her veins coursing with fear, recognized the urgent need for a plan to avert an unknown fate. nudging Zahi, she urged him to heed her whispered counsel, her intellect swiftly devising an escape strategy.
“Distract the urchin, while I dismantle the plant. Perhaps that will reverse our predicament.” Ada intoned in a hushed tone.
Zahi, though uncertain, assented with a nod before engaging the urchin in a diversionary tactic. As their struggle ensued, Ada seized the plant, her hands gripping the stem in a bid to break it. Exerting herself to the utmost, she strained against the plant’s formidable resistance, her efforts proving futile initially. Undeterred, Ada persisted, each attempt a testament to her unyielding determination.
“More power is needed,” Ada lamented, a spark of insight kindling within her. Adjusting her stance, she applied a renewed vigor, leveraging her strength against the unyielding stem. Slowly but steadily, the telltale sound of splintering emerged.
A cry of urgency pierced the air, “I cannot hold off the urchin much longer. Hurry!”
With the specter of time pressing down upon her, Ada pushed herself beyond her limits, her sinews straining against the unyielding plant. As her resolve wavered, a resounding crack shattered the greenhouse’s stillness, a blinding luminescence enveloping Zahi and Ada in its effulgent embrace.
In a blinding flash, they were transported back to their own reality. As Zahi dissolved into the ether, Ada detected a faint wave of farewell. Relieved yet contemplative, Ada reflected on the tumultuous events of the day, recognizing the invaluable lesson learned through her collaboration with Zahi—a stranger from a distant epoch. In the crucible of adversity, their partnership had proven the potency of unity in overcoming unforeseen challenges, forging a bond that transcended the constraints of time and circumstance.
Ada Lovelace stood in her father’s greenhouse, aghast and flummoxed. Even this eminent prodigy found herself at a loss to fathom the enormity of the spectacle unfolding before her. Her brow furrowed with perplexed wonder as she attempted to rationalize the inexplicable sight. Tucking back a stray lock of hair, she doubted her senses, yet the undeniable truth lay before her: a plant, coiling and undulating like a mythical serpent, seemed poised to transcend the very bounds of temporal reality.
In the verdant confines of her father’s botanical sanctuary, Ada, the illustrious mathematician, meandered amongst the flora, meticulously scrutinizing the intricate petals in pursuit of knowledge for her ongoing research endeavors. It was amidst this scholarly reverie that a singular plant of crimson and emerald hues captivated her attention. As she drew near, her eyes widened in incredulity.
A kaleidoscope of colors, ranging from subdued tones to vibrant shades, melded and interwoven, converging into a tapestry that seemed to warp the fabric of time itself. Ada found herself inexorably drawn into this chromatic maelstrom, her very being dissolving into minuscule particles. Just as the plant began to swell with an otherworldly energy, a sudden flash and—poof! —both Ada and the plant vanished into the annals of history.
Upon regaining her senses, Ada found herself in a vast greenhouse of grand proportions. The enigmatic plant pulsed with vitality before her. From within the swirling mist emerged a figure—a youth not much older than Ada, cloaked in intricately embroidered ebony garb that hinted at a world far removed from her own. His eyes, a deep mahogany, widened with a blend of curiosity and alarm, exuding an aura of quiet command despite his obvious bewilderment mirroring Ada’s own. The silent exchange of gazes between the two seemed to show that each was contemplating the other’s inexplicable presence. After a short pause, the young boy spoke.
“Who might you be? I am Zahi.”
Ada hesitated momentarily, her mind racing as she rose to her feet. Before responding, she cast a scrutinizing gaze beyond the confines of the greenhouse, where humble dwellings clustered and a solitary, slightly more opulent abode leaned against a weathered stone wall. It was then that Ada comprehended the full extent of her displacement—not merely through time but across geographical boundaries to a realm entirely foreign to her own.
Observing Ada surveying their surroundings, Zahi, too, grasped the gravity of their situation, his eyes widening with incredulous amazement, as if still grappling with the reality of their inexplicable relocation, with only a stranger for company.
Ada’s abrupt turn and hushed utterance broke the silence, “I am Ada, and it appears we have been transported to Malawi! The sign over there confirms it.”
Zahi nodded in agreement before swiftly positioning the mysterious plant before them. The sound of approaching footsteps heralded the arrival of an unkempt urchin, his sooty visage and unkempt locks exuding an air of malevolence. Surveying the room with a scrutinous air, he advanced slowly, as if searching for something to sate his gaze. Zahi and Ada instinctively huddled closer, a sense of trepidation palpable in the air.
“Reveal yourselves! I know you have been brought here by the plant. Do not attempt to deceive me, for I hold the power to erase your existence and that of this world, step by step,” the urchin intoned with ominous certainty.
Zahi’s impulsive outcry, “You shall not succeed in my presence!” revealed his resolve, albeit at a cost. The urchin, his countenance twisted into a sinister grin, relished the unfolding drama before him. Ada, her veins coursing with fear, recognized the urgent need for a plan to avert an unknown fate. nudging Zahi, she urged him to heed her whispered counsel, her intellect swiftly devising an escape strategy.
“Distract the urchin, while I dismantle the plant. Perhaps that will reverse our predicament.” Ada intoned in a hushed tone.
Zahi, though uncertain, assented with a nod before engaging the urchin in a diversionary tactic. As their struggle ensued, Ada seized the plant, her hands gripping the stem in a bid to break it. Exerting herself to the utmost, she strained against the plant’s formidable resistance, her efforts proving futile initially. Undeterred, Ada persisted, each attempt a testament to her unyielding determination.
“More power is needed,” Ada lamented, a spark of insight kindling within her. Adjusting her stance, she applied a renewed vigor, leveraging her strength against the unyielding stem. Slowly but steadily, the telltale sound of splintering emerged.
A cry of urgency pierced the air, “I cannot hold off the urchin much longer. Hurry!”
With the specter of time pressing down upon her, Ada pushed herself beyond her limits, her sinews straining against the unyielding plant. As her resolve wavered, a resounding crack shattered the greenhouse’s stillness, a blinding luminescence enveloping Zahi and Ada in its effulgent embrace.
In a blinding flash, they were transported back to their own reality. As Zahi dissolved into the ether, Ada detected a faint wave of farewell. Relieved yet contemplative, Ada reflected on the tumultuous events of the day, recognizing the invaluable lesson learned through her collaboration with Zahi—a stranger from a distant epoch. In the crucible of adversity, their partnership had proven the potency of unity in overcoming unforeseen challenges, forging a bond that transcended the constraints of time and circumstance.
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Ada Lovelace II, grand-daughter of one of the most famed mathematicians and scientists of all time, Lord Lovelace. She peered over her wired glasses, at her Ipad as she breathed in to make the longest sigh in the universe. Intead, she grumbled as she shook her bushy red hair in annoyance.
“It’s not growing like it should be!” She yelled and also made a huge discovery”Hu! … It must be jumping through time!”
She grabbed the plant to show it to her family, and especially her granddad, but as soon as she touched it, she poofed away.
Nearly falling over as she landed, she could make out the ragged, yet intricate Pyramid of Gaza. She stared around as she saw the Egyptians building a pyramid, and cats roaming the land. She quickly took pictures of them with her phone, then she saw a sign, that was all she needed. But even before she could run, a gate closed her in a box leaving her there. She was surprised and wanted to escape, but there was no escape. Then, a man told her that if she escaped, she would be let free, she asked if there was an escape, and he said there was.
She looked at the floorboards but those were tight as a paper hot glued to a table, and the walls were 6 feet of steel. Then, she knew all the reading had paid off. In history 101, it had said that egyptians used a special technique, of torturing captured, and it was called boredom. If the person didn’t ask for any entertainment, in a week, they would be let free. It seemed to be easy, but no reading or anything for a week was like trying to do the exact same thing everyday. 5 days passed as she sat there wondering random things. Then, suddenly, a bomb was let off and she could hear the beeping increasing in speed, she shook the door, and as she shook it for the hundredth time, it finally broke off and she ran off. Suddenly, she bumped into someone as she poofed back to 2024, so she thought.
She ran back to where the family was seeing them, which made her tear up. They had clearly not slept for a very long time.
“How… How long have I been gone?” She asked as her family bombarded her with hugs.
“How long! How long! 2 years!” Her dad screamed as her family laughed.
She rolled her eyes and saw outside, a man, lighting a torch as he bent down to a bomb. Ada sprinted down to him when she screamed at him to stop, but she was way too late, the timer had started. 60 seconds turned into 59 and she stood there in disbelief.
She knew it was one person who died, or the whole community. She ran over to the bomb which was on 12 seconds, 12 seconds to make a decision, 12 seconds to save the community. The countdown has started beeping 2 times quicker as an automated speaker said 10, 9, … She flew onto the bomb making the decision to save the community. 3,2,1 was all she could listen to as her last moments. She flew out and onto a building, as she heard cracks. Then, she blacked out.
She woke abruptly, to the sound of steady beeping and a weeping family.
“You’re alive!” Lord lovelace exclaimed as she opened her eyes.
Then, the doctor came in and said some of the most cheerful words she had ever heard, “Ada, you just single handedly, saved the world from a possible WWIII.”
All she could hear, was cheering of her family.
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Ada Lovelace stared at the unfathomable sight situated in front of her, completely dumbfounded. A bead of sweat slowly crawled down her feverish skin. She found herself at a loss to fathom the gargantuan spectacle erupting before her eyes and her bushy brows furrowed as she attempted to vindicate the incomprehensible sight. She rubbed her insensate eyes in disbelief, the insoluble contradiction to the world an attack on her baffled brain. Perplexed, the prodigy stood shakily, watching as the seemingly normal plant surged with a wave of fervent vitality. The bubbling power pulsed, a slow drumbeat that echoed through the empty rows of Ada’s greenhouse. The vines twisted and writhed diabolically, squirming as if teetering on the precipice of its untimely demise. Ada simply stood, frozen, unable to comprehend what events were taking place. Hues of green, blue, purple and more weaved together, and Ada was momentarily blinded, opening her eyes to new realities.
The world was a mere smudge of light and noise as Ada’s senses were drowned in the sea of time currents flowing past her. Up was down, right was left, and Ada was tossed in the never-ending confusion. She was a waterlogged sailor, drifting into the unknown depths. Then time slowed to a crawl, and Ada itched to go faster, to jostle herself out of this, but it felt like wading through an inescapable bog. Then as soon as the glacial pace started, it halted abruptly, and Ada found herself face-to-face with a huge handful of sand. She clawed at her face, removing the tiny particles that stuck to her sticky skin, and gasped in amazement at the wonders that unfolded around her. Honeyed sunlight dripped onto the warm golden sands, turning the grains rich and warm as they sifted between her fingers. The bare sun shone in the sky, its glare illuminating the beautiful limestone pyramids of Ancient Egypt.
Ada tried to say something, to ask a question, to call for help, but the words stuck to her tongue like glue, and all that came out was a dry, heaving rasp from her sunbaked throat. She forced her legs to move, trudging through the sinking sands she sorted through her pockets, trying to find something to help her. Instead, her fingers closed on a small vine, and as Ada stroked the stalk, she felt a bone-chilling, eerie jolt of electricity arc down her spine, causing a strange chill to settle into her heart.
As she reached the first bleached structure, she noticed a youth, about her very age, fitted in regal and embroidered garb of a deep vermillion red and gold, slowly pacing in front of a plant. It was so familiar it tickled Ada’s senses until she realised- it was an exact replica of her own! A million thoughts frolicked in her brain, how on earth did that boy have a replica of her chronological phenomena? Before she could ask his name, the boy slowly turned to reveal his face, and Ada screamed in absolute terror as the monstrous sight turned to look at her. The boy’s eyes were sunken pits, pools of endless black that ensnared Ada’s mind. His hands were slender, yet grey as stone, and black veins snaked up his arms, tinting them with shadows. The monster’s face was rotting, a carcass so old she saw the skeletal frame of the sharply angled cheekbones. “You should not have come, Ada Lovelace,” The malformation hissed in many voices, each stabbing Ada’s brain with a million icy tentacles. “The Everywhen Fern is not yours to command, and for breaking the cosmic order, you shall have to pay the price.”
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Ada Lovelace, daughter of the renowned James Lovelace, rubbed her insensate eyes in fraught disbelief, the soluble contradiction of the world, an affront to her baffled senses. Even as an intellectual prodigy, she couldn’t accept what was happening, this plant, it was defying the very laws of science, trespassing the boundaries of time. The plant coiled itself in a serpentine way, its enigmatic aura tainting the air, palpitating it with galvanic potency.
The plant brimmed with untrammelled puissance, surging with insurmountable electricity as it writhed with untameable vigour. The convulsing plant contorted profusely as if it was on its untimely demise, a inevitable future to come. Ada, feverishly gnawed at her alabaster white fingernails, which scarcely covered her roseate plump fingers.
A kaleidoscope of colours, ranging from subdued tones to vibrant shades, melded and interwoven, converging into a tapestry that seemed to warp the fabric of time itself. Ada found herself inexorably drawn into this chromatic maelstrom, her very being dissolving into minuscule particles. Just as the plant began to swell with an otherworldly energy, a sudden flash and—poof! —both Ada and the plant vanished into the annals of history.
Upon regaining her senses, Ada found herself in a vast greenhouse of grand proportions. The enigmatic plant pulsed with vitality before her. From within the swirling mist emerged a figure—a youth not much older than Ada, cloaked in intricately embroidered ebony garb that hinted at a world far removed from her own.
His eyes, a deep mahogany, widened with a blend of curiosity and alarm, exuding an aura of quiet command despite his obvious bewilderment mirroring Ada’s own. The silent exchange of gazes between the two seemed to show that each was contemplating the other’s inexplicable presence. After a short pause, the young boy spoke.
“Who might you be? I am Zahi.”
Ada hesitated momentarily, her mind racing as she rose to her feet. Before responding, she cast a scrutinizing gaze beyond the confines of the greenhouse, where humble dwellings clustered and a solitary, slightly more opulent abode leaned against a weathered stone wall. It was then that Ada comprehended the full extent of her displacement—not merely through time but across geographical boundaries to a realm entirely foreign to her own.
Observing Ada surveying their surroundings, Zahi, too, grasped the gravity of their situation, his eyes widening with incredulous amazement, as if still grappling with the reality of their inexplicable relocation, with only a stranger for company.
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INTERVIEW QUESTION: Who is your role model, and why? Describe a time when you faced a moral or ethical dilemma and how you handled it.
My role model is Rosa Parks because she performed a small act that started the whole civil rights movement. Rosa Parks was told to stand up for an European person because there were no seats left. She refused, which may have seemed like nothing at the time, but in the end, she changed the way we look at the world today. When I faced an ethical dilemma between my friends, I would not be biased and make sure I looked at the situation in a rational way, so the issue could be resolved. Rosa Parks wanted to stop the inequality between the African-Americans and the European settlers to make it more fair, just as I had stopped myself from being biased to give a fair verdict.
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I believe Abbotsleigh will benefit my future career of becoming an author. I love reading stories about science fiction, magic, fantasy and mythology. I like books such as “A Wrinkle in Time”, by Madeleine L’Engle, “The Silver Arrow” by Lev Grossman and “The War of the Worlds”, by H.G. Wells. These books inspire me to write my own short stories. Abbotsleigh provides many programs such as writing a play from scratch and provides opportunities to enter writing competitions such as the Nan Manefield. I believe that Abbotsleigh can give me the ideal environment for me to learn the fundamentals of writing and foster the beginning of my career.
#1: The lost Journal of Famed Ada Lovelace ||, masters of the Chronos tree Journal Entry 345 I, Ada Lovelace || have experienced many peculiar things today. This morning I woke up early to analyse an idiosyncratic specimen. My eyes flashed with intellectual pedigree as I stared at the plant, my eyebrows elevated with a discombobulated facial expression. This plant was growing at an impossible rate… unless… it wasn’t growing faster. It was skipping through time itself. I sat there in perplexed bewilderment, digesting the fact that this simple specimen of flora contained the temporal secrets…
While I was doing this, my tutor, Nikola Tesla, strided into my greenhouse, brimming with the puissance of time. “Remarkable,” mused Nikola, as she inspected greenery. “But why do they all seem focused on one particular date?”. Before I could respond with my usual witty comments, the translucent door burst open. I froze in aghast trepidation, a bone-chilling, serpentine feeling constricting around my spine. “Step away from the Everywhere Fern! By the order of Her Majesty’s Temporal Constabulary!” I bolted without hesitation, leaving poor Nikola on her own.
In a hidden chamber beneath Kew Gardens, Zahi and Jack watched in dumbfoundment as Dr. Emilia Withers, renegade botanist, demonstrated the true potency of chrono-flora. ‘With these, ‘ she declared, a maniacal glint in her eye, ‘we can prune the very tree of time itself!’ Jack shot Zahi an apprehensive look. ‘I’m thinkin’ maybe we nicked seeds from the wrong garden, mate.’
As I was contemplating whether I should turn back and join Nikola, I met two strange boys, Zahi and Jack. Jack spoke like a cockney (my grandmother said they were a disgrace) and was dressed like a street urchin. Zahi was cloaked with an obsidian robe, lined with peculiar golden runes that glowed eerily. It turned out they also found out about plants skipping through time. I immediately delved into a deep conversation. Apparently Egyptians also knew about temporal nexus points, which supported the locations of the pyramids. Just as I was about to comment, I was blinded by an iridescent light. As soon as I recovered, I woke up in hell. London had burst into flames, zeppelins darkening the sky with a murky shadow, the Thames boiled dry. . ‘No,’ I whispered,’that’s not how the Great War is supposed to go.’ I froze with apprehension. “Great War? What Great War?”
Jack stumbled into the hideout, his face ashen. ‘It’s Emilia,’ he gasped. ‘She’s not just changing history. She’s erasing people from existence!’ Zahi and I exchanged horrified looks. Suddenly a void of emptiness filled my mind, leaving me mystified. ‘Jack,’ I said slowly,’who’s Emilia?’ Jack’s eyes widened in panic. ‘Oh no,’ he breathed, ‘it’s starting to happen to me too!”
We cornered Emilia atop Big Ben as reality itself began to unravel around us. Prehistoric species sprouted out of the ground, and the Titanic emerged from the ocean. ‘Don’t you see?’ she cried, wild-eyed, holding up a pulsing temporal seed. ‘With this, I can remake the world! No more poverty, no more war!’ I stepped forward, my voice steady. ‘But at what cost, Dr. Withers? How many lives erased? How many futures stolen?’ For a moment, the fate of time itself hung in my hands. “The multiverse has a relativity between quantum energy and entanglement will result in the counterfactual events of the future altered, removing the balance between the time and the chronoverse.”
As the new century dawned, we gathered on the roof of the British Museum. ‘To think,’ I mused, ‘a year ago our biggest worry was passing our exams.’ Zahi laughed. ‘And now we’re the guardians of time itself.’ Jack pulled out the specially-modified pocket watch Tesla had gifted them. ‘Speaking of which, we’re late for our meeting with H.G. Wells. Apparently, he’s got some wild ideas about a time machine.’ We shared a knowing look. If only he knew…
Yours, Ada Lovelace ||,
Carrying on the legacy of time
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INTERVIEW QUESTION: Who is your role model, and why? Describe a time when you faced a moral or ethical dilemma and how you handled it.
My role model is Itzhak Perlman. He is an exceptionally amazing violinist who has played all over the world. Even when he was young, he contracted polio, but he persisted. Instead, he worked really hard and became one of the best violinists existent right now. He shows that with practice and determination, you can achieve anything you want.
When my friend decided to use Microsoft Designer to improve the appearance of a PowerPoint activity that my group was creating, some of the information had to be deleted to fit it into the slide. Our group had spent the entire lesson researching the topic so we opposed to her. The day that the assignment was due, we explained to her that it was better to have more information than make PowerPoint look good. She finally agreed, and when we presented our PowerPoint, the teacher gave us straight A’s. This showed that because our group used determination to convince my friend, we succeeded greatly.
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Who is your role model, and why? Describe a time when you faced a moral or ethical dilemma and how you handled it.
My role model is my mother because she always tries to be positive even in hard situations. For example, one time we were driving to the airport and only had ten minutes to spare. I was very worried but my mother was smiling, telling me that it would be fine even though I could tell that she was stressed. That is why she is my role model and I want to try to be more like her. One time that I faced a moral dilemma was when I heard someone in my class asking another classmate for an answer in a competition. I then heard the other classmate telling him an answer but I knew that the one he said was wrong. I then had to make a decision. Either I could keep the answer to myself and he would get it wrong which would give me a higher chance to beat him in his marks or I could tell him the correct answer. In the end my moral conscience told me that it was the right thing to do to tell him the right answer. So I did and when the answers were handed out he thanked me and I felt quite proud of my actions.
The gap in time
Ada Lovelace’s face was precipitating in astonished trepidation as she held the unorthodox sunflower which was rapidly growing. A few moments ago the plant had been just a diminutive seed and now it was already almost ten centimetres tall. Ada Lovelace at the age of thirteen had already read over five hundred books and documents on biology. Her grandfather had been a well known mathematician and she had inherited his intellect. Still even she could not explain what was happening with the plant. Just then Ada looked up from the plant, all around the crowded laboratory she was in had started to change. Could it be that the plant was breaking the temporal laws?
At the same time, there was a young apprentice to a man owning a business dealing with valuable historical artefacts with magnificent black hair named Zahi. He was reading a message carved onto the solid stone in an uncontrollable whirlwind of excitement. As Zahi read it he thought to himself that the horrible spine chilling prophecy had to be stopped. It had said that there would be a group of people who would change time forever and that in the future there would be consequences of their actions. A nervous shiver ran through his body, but then his insoluble excitement took over once more. In the suburb next to Zahi a homeless orphan called Jack was smiling to himself slyly. He had just pickpocketed a wealthy looking woman. He had taken her gold shaded wallet containing quite a fortune of money. He had also found a curious seed tinted an unnatural shade of green. As Jack arrived back at his little ‘bed’ which was merely a bunch of pillows and a blanket he decided to hide his two treasures within a small hole in the wall next to where he was sleeping. Then he ate his usual miniscule loaf of bread and tucked himself in his blanket. The next morning when he woke up at dawn in order to start nice and early to find another valuable object to steal. Except when he got out of his blanket and stood up he was not in his usual gloomy sinister suburb but in a cheerful town that consisted of only a few unusual houses. What was even more strange was that the people around him were wearing clothes that were nothing like the ones people wore usually in his area. The people were wearing cloaks with curious paintings all over them and coarse looking sandals, but the one thing that concerned him the most was the gigantic vine climbing over the nearby wall of the houses. Surely that could not be his seed? It seemed as if he had been moved to a new area that was at a different point in time. Still it did not explain how he had got there and why his seed had grown so quickly.
In complete confusion Jack walked over to a nearby house. As he turned the corner he almost crashed into a girl who looked a few years older than him. She had long blonde hair and was holding a gigantic plant almost the size of his vine! Even though it was that large the plant still seemed to be growing rapidly. Then he noticed that she was dressed like a usual person in his time.”Hello”he greeted cautiously,”is there any chance that you might have been transported through time by that plant of yours?” ”Yes, but how did you know? By the way my name is Ada Lovelace”the girl said. Jack just shrugged and said,”it happened to me as well”. Suddenly they felt a change in the air. Then with a lurch a boy appeared from thin air. He was perspiring and in his quivering hands was a weird looking artefact. It seemed that there was a third person who had travelled through time.
The two of them welcomed the boy and found out that his name was Zahi. The artefact in his hand, he explained, was an ancient object from the beginning of time. The object had allowed him to twist the law of time at his will. Just then they saw a great crowd gathering around them. Just then Zahi shouted out in anger,”we have attracted too much attention, this will have changes on the future!” This was bad, they all knew how there were consequences of time travel. There was nothing they could do, already the area was changing. Suddenly the whole town was bursting with gigantic plants of all kinds and then there were cars driving everywhere. The whole town was a ball of chaos. Who knew the effects that this would have on the chronology of the world!
Zahi, Jack and Ada stood staring at the town in panic. They had to do something! Just then Zahi tripped on a long green serpentine vine. In a flash a shimmering blue portal appeared and pulled the three of them in. A few seconds later they lay sprawled on the ground in a very painful manner. When they looked up they saw a very old knowledgeable man, it was as if they knew that they could tell him what had happened. So they poured out their whole story to him. Then he said in a husky voice,”I can help you to fix it”.”How?” They asked at the same time,”destroy the artefact” Of course, it must have been that which had created the portals in time.
So Jack picked up a large nearby stone and smashed it onto the mysterious artefact. Amazingly it was still unbroken, but how was that possible? Just then the old man spoke,”it must be destroyed by the one who used it”. So, hesitantly, Zahi picked up a piece of the shattered stone and stabbed it onto the artefact. Instantly the artefact was destroyed and all three of them felt the air of time going back to normal. They had been very close to doom. Now that Ada stared at the man closely, it seemed like he was… no but it couldn’t be. As if it was on cue, the man slowly dissipated into thin air.
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Thirteen-year-old Ada Lovelace II, great-granddaughter of the famed mathematician, was in the midst of a scientific catastrophe. Her normally meticulous Temporal Garden—a haven where time and botany converged harmoniously—had erupted into chaos. Ada’s usually well-tamed dark curls were dishevelled, framing her freckled face with a wild halo of stress. Her deep blue eyes, wide with alarm, darted around the room as she processed the alarming data scrolling across her punch cards.
“This can’t be right,” Ada muttered, her voice trembling. “It’s not just that the plants are growing faster. They’re literally skipping through time!”
The Temporal Garden was a place of great pride for Ada, where she had painstakingly curated a collection of chrono-botanical specimens. These plants, each a unique blend of temporal and botanical traits, were designed to flourish within specific, controlled time parameters. But now, the carefully balanced ecosystem was in turmoil. The once-stable Chrono-Lanterns flickered erratically, casting jagged shadows that danced along the walls. Plants were sprouting, blooming, ageing, and withering in a continuous, dizzying loop.
Ada’s dress, a deep emerald green, seemed almost incongruous against the backdrop of temporal mayhem. Her fingers, usually deft and precise, fumbled as she attempted to adjust the Chrono-Lanterns and stabilise the errant time surges. Her heart raced with anxiety; the potential for complete temporal collapse loomed large.
Determined to identify the source of the anomaly, Ada activated the Temporal Gateway—a gleaming contraption of brass and glass designed to trace temporal disturbances. In a flash of blinding light, she was transported to a hidden chamber beneath Kew Gardens. The room was cloaked in shadows, illuminated only by the dim glow of scattered artefacts and rare, exotic plants. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of ancient parchment and earthy decay.
As Ada took in her surroundings, she nearly collided with Zahi, a young Egyptian archaeologist whose intense focus was evident as he studied an ancient papyrus scroll. His dark eyes widened in surprise as he looked up from his work.
“Who are you?” Zahi asked, his voice a mixture of curiosity and concern. “And how did you get here?”
“I’m Ada Lovelace II,” she explained, her voice carrying a note of urgency. “I was conducting an experiment with chrono-botanical seeds, and it seems the disturbance led me to this hidden chamber.”
Before Zahi could respond, the door creaked open, and Jack, a Cockney urchin with a roguish grin, stumbled in. He clutched a peculiar seed that pulsated with an unsettling, otherworldly light.
“What’s all this, then?” Jack asked, his eyes gleaming with a blend of wonder and apprehension. “This place feels alive with strange energy!”
Ada’s gaze fixed on the glowing seed in Jack’s hand. “That’s one of the Seeds of Discovery I’ve been experimenting with. It’s definitely the cause of the disruptions.”
Jack, his face smudged with dirt and eyes wide with curiosity, examined the seed closely. “I found this in a coat pocket ages ago. It’s been causing chaos in my room—plants sprouting and vanishing in the blink of an eye!”
Zahi leaned in, scrutinising the seed with a serious expression. “This seed is indeed the source of the disturbances. It’s creating substantial temporal shifts.”
Ada’s face set into a determined scowl. “We need to work together to stabilize the timeline and restore order to the garden before it collapses into complete disorder.”
The trio quickly fell into a collaborative rhythm. Zahi meticulously deciphered the hieroglyphs on the ancient papyrus, revealing techniques for managing temporal anomalies. Jack shared his detailed observations about the seed’s effects, which proved crucial in understanding the problem.
Ada, focused and resolute, adjusted the Chrono-Lanterns with newfound precision. The room filled with the steady hum of machinery and the soft glow of the devices as they worked in unison. Gradually, the chaotic fluctuations began to calm, and the once unruly plants started to settle into a more stable pattern.
As the immediate crisis abated, Ada let out a deep sigh of relief. Her face, still flushed from exertion, softened into a look of satisfaction. “Thank you both. I couldn’t have resolved this without your help.”
Zahi’s expression mirrored relief and accomplishment. “We make quite the team. I’m glad we managed to sort this out together.”
Jack’s grin widened, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “That was a proper adventure! Here’s hoping for a bit of peace and quiet from now on.”
As Ada returned to her lab, her heart swelled with a sense of achievement. The day had been a whirlwind of challenges, but she had gained invaluable insights and forged new connections. With a deeper understanding of chrono-botany and newfound allies by her side, Ada felt ready to face whatever mysteries and adventures the future might hold.
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Ella Yang
INTERVIEW QUESTION:
Who is your role model, and why? Describe a time when you faced a moral or ethical dilemma and how you handled it.
ANSWER:
My role model is Caitlin Foord. She plays for the Matildas, and she is one of the most inspiring role models ever. She’s my role model because she never gives up and never stops trying. Like the time she got a black eye in a soccer match. That never stopped her from playing and she carried on no matter what. As Caitlin Foord has said: Every day you can only get better, you must be consistent, you must be improving, to be in the starting team or to get game time.” A moral or ethical dilemma I’ve faced is when I’ve had to choose between some of my friends in a lot of things. For example, when we’re choosing teams for a sport, say soccer for example. I can’t decide between my friends because there all good, but I don’t want to pick favourites because they are all my friends.
INTERVIEW QUESTION:
How do you believe school will benefit your future career?
• Career
• Activities/Specific Character building…
ANSWER:
I think Ascham will benefit my future career as a soccer player because every sport that they do at Ascham are team sports. This would help me because to play soccer you not only need to be good at soccer but show great teamwork and collaboration. Being in team sports at school would help me build up teamwork as one of my main strengths. Not just in sports but in class to. They work in groups a lot during activities such as maths and that’s another way to help build up collaboration and teamwork because I don’t only need to be able to work in a team for sports but just for other activities and schoolwork as it is an important trait to need. To be able to work in a team well and collaborate well.
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REWRITE WEEK 4 HOMEWORK AND MAKE IT SUPER JUICY AND CRISPY (400 Words)
Echoes of the future
“Ada, Ada wake up.” I jolted awake, my mind mixed in thought. I kept replaying the vision: crumbling concrete raining down form the prodigious skyscrapers, the ominous hum of zeppelins casting long shadows over the desolate streets, and the eerie silence broken only by the whisper of dust settling among the motionless bodies. “Ada, what happened?” I turned around to see Zahi, my archaeological prodigy staring at me, his eyes pale with concern. “It happened again, didn’t it?” said Zahi. “I guess we didn’t stop Emilia in time, did we?” I sadly agreed. He stared at me, and I nodded back. We knew what we had to do.
I bolted into the control room, “Commencing mission 2049, release the machine.” Zahi ran out the door as soon as Jack came in. “Look, what I found on the street…… Woah, what is happening in here?” he asked, his eyes wide with shock. “Wait let me guess. It happened again?”
“Wow, you are such a genius.” I stared at him with a sarcastic look in my eyes. As Zahi came back into the room. We all huddled around him as he held the pulsating temporal seed out and put it on the chair. “Okay. This is it. Here’s the plan.” he whispered quietly. “Jack, you go to the palace to try and find Emilia. Chime the bell when you’ve found her. Ada and I will try and get the queen to safety first, alright?”
“On three, we’ll all press one side of the seed,” said Zahi
“Uh, I hate time travelling,” Jack groaned.
“1, 2, 3!” Beep, beep, beep. Everything around us began to shake and suddenly it all stopped. “What happened? Did it work?
“I don’t know, let’s check outside.” Sadly, everything was the exact same as it was 5 seconds ago. Suddenly Jack fell to the ground followed by Zahi, then me. As I woke up later, I felt dizzy. I looked around to see experiments happening all around me and in the corner of the room was Emilia. “Glad to see you’re feeling better, it’s been so long.” Emilia said, but didn’t turn around. She just kept fiddling with whatever she was doing. Behind me Zahi awoke and asked, “Where are we?”
“I don’t know,” replied Jack. “Except wherever we are, it can’t be good.”
“Seeing that you’ve all woken up, now I can tell you where you all are,” said Emilia, with a maniacal glint in her eye. “The seed you used to ‘travel with’ was not a time travelling seed but merely a sleeping potion.”
“Well, we can see that,” I said, rolling my eyes. “But why?”
“You may have stopped me from getting the queen but instead I found an even bigger seed.” She turned around holding a seed the size of a book. I gasped. “This seed will not only make everyone cease to exist, but it will make this world a better place.”
Emilia put the seed into a tank and energy immediately began to burble inside it, casting an eerie glow across her face. “And you three will be the first to try it out,” she said, with diabolical grin spreading across her face. With deliberate slowness, she pressed a series of buttons and pulled a lever. The room began to spin, colour blurring into a dizzying kaleidoscope. My legs gave way, and I crumbled to the cold hard ground, consciousness slipping away like water going through a drain.
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Annabelle Tung
Ada Lovelace II, 13 years old, was logging the germination of the convulsing, aquamarine plant. On her punch cards full of statistics, was the most miscellaneous set of data she had ever seen in her considerable life. This set of information is impossible unless the pulsating plant was … breaking temporal laws by skipping through time itself?
The youthful Egyptian archaeological phenomenon Zahi traced the hieroglyphs with quivering, precipitating fingers. Comprehension came to his considering brain. This stained, torn parchment wasn’t a mere prophecy, it was an omen from the future. At the rear of him was an imperceptible silhouette in the unilluminated British Museum’s storage room from the future.
On the smutty banks of the cobalt blue Thames River, juvenile Cockney urchin Jack ‘The Ghost’ Sullivan purloined a atypical, palpitating seed from a gentleman and pocketed it. That conventional night, he awoke to find his tenebrific room overgrown with flora. He also found a window looking out into antediluvian Rome.
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Satya
INTERVIEW QUESTION: Who is your role model and why? My role model is Agatha Christie. She was an exceptionally talented mystery writer. Her ability to create captivating stories inspires me to become an author. But there’s another reason. When she was young, her older sister Madget had published several short stories. When Agatha shared her interests in publishing a mystery novel, Madget scoffed. She bet that Agatha wouldn’t be able to create a detective novel in which the reader could correctly guess the murderer. Agatha got to work at the age of 26 and won her sister’s bet. This showed me that even if someone’s ahead of you, you can still catch up and get ahead of them.
Once someone in my class teased me for being the slowest runner in the class. At that time, that person was the 3rd fastest and liked to brag about it. She bet that I would never be faster than her, but the next year i beat her in the cross country race because I had practiced running throughout the year. This showed me that you can catch up to people far ahead of you.
NARRATIVE REWRITE
Ada Lovelace II, great-granddaughter to the world renowned mathematician, Ada Lovelace, gazed at the flashing numbers, her iridescent eyes gleaming confusion. “It doesn’t fit… no, that can’t be possible. It’s… not growing fast… it’s… skipping through time?!?!” Ada’s arms shivered with goosebumps at the thought. Bong! Bong! Someone was ringing on the rusty bell at the door. It must be Zahi, Ada’s friend. Ada rushed to the front door and opened it.
“Guess what Ada?” He exclaimed, with odd excitement.
“What?” Ada responded with curiousity.
“I found out that this fern can skip through time!” He said, jumping with exhilaration.
In doing so, he stumbled over a wire connecting the plants to the numbers. SHWOOMP! Electricity, an invention of the future, buzzed around the room. “WHAT’S HAPPENING?” Screamed Ada. “I DON’T-“ Zahi was cut off mid-sentence when a ray of blue, cackling lightning struck him at frazzled him. But the strange part was yet to come. The cackling energy stopped. Ada came out to inspect where Zahi had been standing. But there was nothing. No ashes, no remains of his robes. Not even a speck of dust. As if he had just- vanished. Ada wondered if- just if- she could set off the energy and get frazzled? Zahi had tripped on the blue line, so in 3, 2, 1- splonk! Ada landed face first as she tripped on purpose over the cord. FRAZZAP! Upon opening her eyes, Ada found herself and Zahi trapped in what seemed to be a prison cell, with rusty bars and a creaky old mattress for a bed. Peering beyond the bars, was a messy urchin, with tattered clothes. ”Finally! I needed two people to test this old fern!” She grinned, showing her crooked teeth stained with yellow. Ada’s eyes widened in worry, while Zahi yelled out “No! No! We won’t let you do this to us!” ”Oh huh?” The urchin sniggered. Ada took a moment to have a good look at her. Ginger short hair with white bits of dandruff in it. Mud-stained lab coat that was too big for her. Presumably stolen. Dark grey pants. In her hand she was holding a potted Everygrow fern. Wasn’t that what Ada had been studying in the morning? Wait- Before she could come up with something, the Urchin sniggered, a smug smile appearing on her face. Deviously, she threw the potted fern at Ada and Zahi, and it hit Ada full force, and she fell to the ground with a cold, hard thump. The last thing she heard was the urchin’s laugh echo across the steel hallway and into the prison cell.
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Mei Li (1)
INTERVIEW QUESTION: Who is your role model, and why? Describe a time when you faced a moral or ethical dilemma and how you handled it.
My role model is Morris Gleman. His dedication to shedding light on morally wrong situations has always inspired me. For example, in his books, following Once, he talks about a jewish child in the world that the Nazis had taken over. He remained unbiased when telling the story and told true events, but wove them into a narrative.
One particular instance where I found myself facing a moral dilemma involved a heated argument between two close friends; Evelyn and Angela. Each had strong opinions, but one of them had recently came over for a sleepover and she was saying how she was nice and stuff. So, instead of allowing my personal biases to cloud my judgement, I chose to remain neutral and listen to both sides objectively.
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Ada Lovelace II hid behind her desk in the middle of the lab, her usually calm demeanour shaken by the chaos that surrounded her. The once orderly space was now overtaken by a sprawling, monstrous plant that defied all botanical logic. Her sleek obsidian black hair, normally tied back in a neat, precise bun, had come loose in the frenzy of the day’s events, stray strands framing her face as she surveyed the damage. Dressed in a tailored jacket and trousers inlaid with mother of pearl buttons, Ada’s clothes were as meticulously put together for the world changing experiment, yet, they were now ruined from the day’s toil; smudges of dirt, a tear in the sleeve and vermillion blood oozing from where a rogue vine had caught her.
To her left stood Zahi, the scholar from ancient Egypt. Draped in cloaks of deep, rich colours-dark purples and midnight blues, the edges of his sleeves swayed as he talked, small gold stars smiling and twinkling sweetly, oblivious to the dire situation. Zahi’s face was calm, but his emerald green eyes betrayed his concern as he observed the plant’s rapid growth. He fingered his lapis lazuli and jasper bracelet apprehensive, his lips pursed in foreboding. Ada looked at him with worryingly; his tanned face now sporting several ugly midnight purple bruises and a lash across the face from the plant’s vicious tendrils.
On her right was Jack, the streetwise urchin from Victorian London. Jack’s clothes were a stark contrast to the others’; ragged, patched-up, and stained with dirt, grim and soot from a life lived on the streets. His eyes darted around, as if looking for people to steal from, but there were no pockets to pick. His hair was a wild mess, with weeds and thorns, and his small, wiry frame was tense with frustration. His azure eyes darted around, widening as he saw the plant slowly advancing on them. “Run lads, its catching up!” He cried, jumping from the lab and sprinting down the stair to the street below.
When Ada woke up that morning, she had doubted that the day would turn in such as twist of events. The experiment had begun with such promise. Ada had theorised that by manipulating time, she could accelerate the growth of Tempus plantae, a rare fern known for its supposed time-altering properties. Using a carefully calibrated chrono-botanical chamber, she intended to speed up the plant’s natural growth cycle to study its properties more quickly. But something had gone horribly wrong.
The small fern, which should have taken days or even weeks to reach maturity, had instead grown to an enormous size in mere minutes. Its vines had burst from the containment chamber, spreading across the lab like wildfire. The temporal field, designed to control and contain the plant’s growth, seemed to have amplified it instead, fueling an exponential explosion of life. The plant now towered over them, its leaves shimmering with an eerie, otherworldly glow, the air around it thick with the scent of sap and ozone.
As Zahi ran, the plant whipped out its long tendrils hungrily, reaching for one of the three. The barbed whips snaked serpentine across the cobblestone buildings, wrapping along Zahi’s leg. He screamed out in pain as sharp thorns dug into his flesh. Crimson blood seeped through his cloak, staining the blues into rusty purple. The stars on his sleeves seemed to dim as he howled in pure agony. Ava turned around with profound horror, and yelled for Jack to turn back. Jack’s eyed turned pale with shock as he processes the events. But, before Ava could stutter out another word, the tendrils wrapped around her waist and pulled her in…
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Sally Han
The two people that I look into are Tencell(Roblox Developer) and Toby Fox(creator of Undertale). I look forward to Tencell because he inspired me to create my own game on Roblox that is currently in progress. I like how he uses references from memes, trends and many other enjoyable things that I like. His game, Slap Battles is full of cringe, hilarious things that I personally find amusing laugh at such as uno reverse, one shots, sport and transport vehicles. I also like that Tencell has made lore in certain parts of the game such as Bob(from FNF) and the guide(an npc made to give players information that got deleted). All though the game now only has around 25 thousand people playing it at a time, I still appreciate the work of Tencell and I wish to do the same for many other people. Tencell has inspired me in my future career as a code4 and game graphics designer and I am very grateful that he has made Slap Battles. Without it I would have never gotten to be inspired to start coding a new Roblox game.
I look forward to Toby Fox because I like his music compositions very much. He has also made the wonderful game Undertale and is a music creator for the web comic “Homestuck”. The reason I look up to him is because I am keen in music and hope that one day I would make music like his. I also like the character designs as in an a-bit kind of style. The characters are also based on references in real life such as underground lava pools and waterfalls. Although it is not likely that you will meet an armadillo scientist during your stay at a farm near a volcano you can still admire the art that Toby Fox has put countless years of effort on. I also admire the fact that Undertale has countless masses of mystery waiting for players to solve such as “who is W.D Gaster?” and “how did the 6 fallen humans fall into the underground?”. I like Toby Fox’s work as a whole item, not just a part. Toby Fox has inspired me to make my own soundtracks as an avid musician that are as good as his and to make a game.
I chose these two people as the people that would affect my future career because they are both people that have has a huge impact on my life, both socially and physically. I love the fantastic work that the two of them have done and wish that they will continue to make the things that they do to make the wonderful games they created. They have both shown to me that throughout hard times, you can still have success.
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_Jessica Xie
Writing Homework
Scholarly Homework W4 (1)
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oliverzhang
Ada Lovelace was quite disconcerted, her brows furrowed as she stared at plants in the greenhouse: a kaleidoscope of colours. The very nature of her work was fraught with unpredictable challenges, and today proved no exception. Her latest endeavor involved manipulating the temporal flow around the Brionia vine—an endeavor that, despite her meticulous calculations, yielded unforeseen consequences.
The experiment aimed to accelerate the growth of the Brionia vine by advancing its developmental timeline by several weeks. Ada had hypothesized that by accelerating growth in the sunny area of the greenhouse, the vine would have a rapid growth phase. However, she did not anticipate the disruptive effects this manipulation would have on the surrounding environment.
Upon initiating the process, Ada observed an anomalous phenomenon: the vine’s accelerated growth resulted in its rapid expansion, but it began to exhibit aggressive, invasive properties. The Brionia, intended to flourish gently, instead started to overrun adjacent specimens and take over their growth space with alarming speed. The once-innocuous plant became an uncontrollable entity, its tendrils encircling and strangling other flora like a mutant villain. Moreover, the localized time distortion appeared to have caused a temporal rift, creating a bizarre phenomenon where certain plants exhibited reversed growth phases, aging backwards or sprouting in stunted, juvenile forms. Ada, appeared unphased by the rift but was panicking about what was happening.
The consequences within the greenhouse were manifold. The imbalance in her experimental setup threatened to compromise future studies and jeopardize the integrity of her research. The accelerated Brionia also posed a tangible risk to the ecological balance of her controlled environment. She had to stop the plant because it was paramount to prevent further damage in the green house. Ada gasped in a mixture of horror and awe.
To address these issues, Ada devised a two-way approach. Firstly, she had to somehow anger the alarming plant. This involved recalibrating her chronal modulation apparatus to project a corrective temporal influence. Secondly, she intended to isolate the affected plant specimens, carefully pruning and replanting them in a separate section of the greenhouse to revert their accelerated growth and stop their invasive impact.
While she was sorting out her Brionia, a distorted and blurry figure rose up from the gunk and remains of the other squashed plants.
” You have done wrong Ada Lovelace. You have put the potential world in jeopardy” exclaimed the blurry figure in a monotone and grim voice. It sucked itself in again while Ada stood still with her fists clenched and her jet black hair curling around her shoulders.
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Hello, I have attached my writing homework for Week 5. Thank you.
Y5T3 Week 4&5 Zoom Scholarship Writing Homework
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I have finished the homework.
My role model
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Week 5 Homework
Ada Lovelace rubbed her insensate eyes in complete incredulity, the insoluble contradiction of the world- and affront to her bewildered senses. The plant coiled around itself in a serpentine manner, convulsing in an epileptic fit- writhing profusely as if on the precipice of its untimely termination.
Her astute ebony black hair was strictly tightened into a neat bun, all strands of hair in place. “How does this follow common sense?” She pondered, a bone chilling shiver of unnerving trepidation jolted down her debilitated spine as her inherently intellectual mind was blank without a sensible explanation. Her chocolate brown pupils wandered back to the mystical plant. It was still pulsing with galvanic puissance, brimming with insurmountable electricity, however light shades of the light spectrum exploding out of the unfathomable plant now. It twisted and turned with a plethora of energy, winding around until it had been so tangled Ada assumed it would halt.
Then, BOOM! Everything in the present was only a reflection of the past.
Ada jerked up, perplexed. The plant was still alive with fervent vitality, in a different greenhouse. The cowering figure feverishly gnawed at her brittle white fingernails that barely covered half of her roseate pink flesh. A small boy with chaotic hair emerged from the greenhouse, grinning. Ada hasn’t noticed the silhouette, continuing to process her baffling surroundings.
“Hello? Miss, who are you and what are you doing on my property? Anyways, if you want to know me I’m Zahi.” He greeted with a pleasant upturned mouth.
The greenhouse was located on a spacious valley, with multiple fields of delicate little violets. The intersection was a flurry of voices and adults swapping their baked goods, the many roads leading out into seperate clusters of homely cottages so close to one another they look as if they were conjoined. It was a tranquil atmosphere the dumbfounding plant had led her to. That was the moment she realised that she had vanished into the complex future, to an utterly distinct world.
“If I want to live here until I find a solution to get me back, I have to begin my learning journey here again. Except this time, hardships will tumble down mercilessly to block my path.”
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Olivia Chen
INTERVIEW QUESTION: Who is your role model, and why? Describe a time when you faced a moral or ethical dilemma and how you handled it.
My role model is Chloe Chua, a Singaporean violinist who practices for about 5 to 6 hours a day. She inspires me because when she was 11, she strived to win at the 2018 Yehudi Menuhin International Competition for Young Violinists. She won because of her determination and her strong sense of musical expression. She is my role model because I also want to strive for the best and I believe that it will help me.
In year 3, at my school we had a special orchestra called Chamber strings for mostly years 4-6, but year 3’s was allowed. I decided to take a shot at it and with my hard work and determination, I made it into the orchestra and in a good seat. This made me strive for excellence even more.
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huashang66
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My homework. I have attached a word document to this comment. Thank you for marking.
Week 4, 5 Writing Homework
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Damon Yuan (2)
Here is my Interview question answer.
There is one particular person that opens my eyes and that’s Phoebe Litchfield. Not only is she a good cricketer, but she stays persistent and determined, no matter what. She could never have achieved being the first woman batter to score three 50-plus scores in a three-match ODI series both against India, or being the youngest Australian woman to score an ODI century without persistence and determination. With achievements also comes challenges. At the age of 18, she was secured a spot in the Australian International Cricket Team, which was not easy for her on an international level at that age. She also had to deal with severe pressure, since she was playing for her whole country. Like many cricketers, she experienced periods of low performance, such as during the Women’s Ashes in 2023, but she bounced back with strong scores in subsequent matches.
One ethical dilemma that I faced involved being bullied. Lots of people think I’m an easy target to bully. Ever since I found out about my interest in cricket, and what Phoebe Litchfield’s mindset is, I always believed that encountering challenges creates the birth of success, and to be mentally robust whenever I get challenges coming my way. Her dedication, intrepidity and discipline to the sport is sublime and perpetual, motivating me to charge and step forward to challenge scepticism.
What Phoebe Litchfield’s actions won’t just keep on influencing me, but will also guide other people through hard times as well, whether they like cricket or not. This legacy constructed by one of the best women cricket players will provide a blueprint of how to deal with challenges and will leave a new mindset in my heart and soul.
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_louiseluthomson
INTERVIEW QUESTION: Who is your role model, and why? Describe a time when you faced a moral or ethical dilemma and how you handled it and how.
My idol is Cristiano Ronaldo because he shows signs of resilience in childhood when he was poor and sweeping the streets.His father when died but he kept going one. And is a role model to every one around him by showing the poor to chase there dreams and showing anything is possible if you work towards it. When I had to faced OC I was scared and kept thinking if I would make it or not. But I remembered to always have resilience and never give up whatever you do.
He has supported me through my hardships and moral problems. I always remember him when I have challenges and obstacles in my way.
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The Malfunction in Time
Twelve-year-old Ada Lovelace, the grand-daughter of a praised and renowned mathematician was studying a peculiar plant altering its from rapidly. It had a lean stem and the glimmering leaves that sparkled. It was demolishing the laws of physics. The data on her remarkable tablet was anomalous. It skyrocketed up and up and up. Ada discarded the pen in her sweaty palms. The ink crept out of the pen and crawled over the luxurious carpet. The air felt eerie. A freezing serpentine like chill slid down her spine. CRACK! CRACK! SHATTER! Her tablet was fractured into millions of pieces. The unusual plant started floating and drifting towards poor Ada. She ambled away like a spider. Zahi, one of Ada’s friend’s came over to her lab. His eyes were glued at the mysterious plant.
Suddenly, a vivid portal, a mix of lots of colours materialised behind the plant. da and Zahi stared at it in awe. The plant hypnotised the two and made them stroll into the portal. Ada, Zahi and the despicable plant were now roaming around the vortex of time. The portal vanished in an instant second and now they were stuck in ancient Greece. There were monks in burnished robes praying to the mighty Zeus and the other Olympian gods. There were towering statues of gods made out of sturdy rock. The sun was scorching hot. Sweat trickled down their flamingo pink cheeks. Something had a grip on the two’s arms. They slowly turned their heads and saw two menacing guards. They had armour made out of steel and swords as sharp as a petrifying shark’s tooth. “Feed them to the ferocious dogs” someone commanded in the background of the havoc. The guards were about to snatch the plant out of Ada’s palms but before that, the two swiftly ran away from the commotion.
Ada and Zahi were weary. Their clothes were ragged and torn apart They had to find a way out or else they would wither in Greece and become remnants of the past. A luminous light struck Ada and Zahi’s eyes. It was another portal with a mafia looking man meandering out. He had an identical plant to Ada and Zahi’s one. His glasses were fragile and his wore a lustrous tuxedo. His shoes were polished thoroughly and he had a name tag on his chest, stating “Jack”. They were panicking and did not know what to do. Their hearts raced each other to see who would breach Ada and Zahi’s chests first. In the distance, Ada and Zahi saw the guards from earlier. This time they also had shields with a devious dragon printed upon it. The man grasped Ada’s shoulders and told him to give him their plant. They were in trepidation.
The guard’s ordered us to come with them and the man told Ada to give him the plant. “I need the because when these to plants are used together, they can alter time and setting with my control!” The guards caught Zahi by his collar. Jack seized Ada’s plant. Zahi walloped one of the guards face and stole his spear. He threw it at the plants in Jack’s hands and they went flying in the air. Ada and Jack shoved each other so they could retrieve the plants. Each of them had one plant each. Both of them were furious. Steam hovered out of their ears. They became tomatoes. Ada used her plant as a weapon and was about to smack Jack. Jack was desperate and tremulous to defend himself so he used his plant as if it was Captain America’s astonishing shield. SPLATTER! As the plants collided with each other, another portal appeared. Everyone was smeared in the remnants of the plants. They smelt like breath mints. This time the portal had an exemplary force that pulled anything towards it. The guards hurried away, leaving their weapons. Ada and Zahi got the two spears from the guards and stuck it at the neck of wicked Jack. He pleaded for mercy but Ada and Zahi would not budge. The portal started closing so Ada and Zahi leapt in. “No!” screamed wretched Jack.
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I have two role models in my life that touch my heart. The first one is Usain Bolt. He is the world’s fastest sprinter with an extraordinary time of 9.58 seconds. He used to live in poverty at a young age, yet he achieved so much. He taught me that we should not give up hope no matter what. At the Athletics Carnival at school, I was running the 100m and I was petrified. My palms were blanketed by sweat. But I did not lose hope and I ran the race ignoring wicked influences. In the end, I came first not just in my heat, but out of everyone. My second role model is Cristiano Ronaldo, one of the best and most talented soccer players of all time. Just like Usain Bolt, he was on the streets. At a young age, he had a job of sweeping the revolting filth on the streets. When he grew up and became famous, he respected his money as if it were his parents. He has taught me to not take anything for granted and that people who work hard will make their dreams come true. Once when I was in a dilemma of losing my PSSA Baseball match. We were losing by a lot in the beginning. The other team’s runs were skyrocketing. My bold team and I tried extremely hard to win and we did. Hence, this is why Usain Bolt and Cristiano Ronaldo are my two role models.
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Ada Lovelace II, the astute descendant of the distinguished mathematician and eminent biologist James Lovelace, furrowed her brow in profound perplexity as she absently rubbed her insensate eyes in sheer disbelief. The insoluble paradox she had unearthed presented a stark affront to her disoriented senses. With bated breath, she oscillated her gaze between her palm cards and the plant, which exhibited an extraordinary rate of growth. Clad in a resplendent velvet tuxedo adorned with glistening ebony buttons, Ada found herself unable to reconcile the phenomenon she had observed. These plants were not merely growing at an expeditious rate; they appeared to be accelerating through time itself. Yet, before she could culminate her analysis, an unexpected visitor materialized before her.
Zahi, an acclaimed prodigy in archaeology, traced his slender fingers along the faint serpentine symbols etched deep into the ochre walls of the ancient pyramid’s interior. His loose shirt fluttered in the breeze, while his worn navy jeans clung to his legs with a tenacity akin to that of a voracious anaconda. His hazel eyes, aglow with intellectual prowess, were fixed in contemplation of the ancient markings, deep in introspection. Suddenly, a realization ignited in the recesses of his mind; the symbols were not mere relics of the past but indications of an extravagant anomaly – something that disobeyed the laws of temporal chronology, a radical redefinition of time itself. Perhaps these inscriptions were not the work of past inhabitants but of those yet to come. His mind, rife with arcane thoughts, questioned the very foundations of temporal understanding. The implications of his groundbreaking findings were revolutionary. Yet, before he could alert the authorities, an ominous darkness enveloped him as he traversed the space-time continuum, plunging into a superposed reality.
Ada Lovelace, peering through her vibrant rosette-tinted glasses, careened on the edge of trepidation and intrigue as a tall, lean figure materialized before her. The boy, donning a ruffled ivory shirt and robust navy jeans, appeared as though by some enigmatic temporal entanglement they were already acquainted. At that very moment, the mahogany door to Ada’s greenhouse burst open with a splintering crash as a mesomorphic man stormed in.
“Where is it?” he bellowed, his voice a harsh blend of fury and veiled terror. “Where have you concealed the bifurcation tree?!” He stormed across the carmine carpet, his hobnailed boots marring its pristine surface. In a frenetic rage, he desecrated the greenhouse, his anger radiating visibly. Ada, however, remained firmly assured that he would not uncover it. “I’ll give you one final chance,” he sneered irately, “Where is it?” Ada, trembling, and Zahi, visibly pale, remained silent – for they could not speak, let alone want to speak. The man’s fury was palpable, yet it was underscored by a deep-seated fear of an overlooking catastrophe that could irrevocably alter the course of the multiverse. He lunged at the two young individuals, who recoiled in fear. But before he could reach them, a temporal flux ensued, accompanied by a deafening rending sound and a blinding flash. As they peered through the crevices of their fingers, the brutish man had been converted into a stout young boy.
“Blimey!” the child breathed, “What have I done now?” With a heavy accent and a broad grin, the boy, dressed in tattered brown rags and resembling someone who had attired an oversized paper bag, stood bewildered. Yet, before any interaction could ensue, another temporal flux occurred. This time, they were thrust backwards in time, confronting a preternatural sable abyss that could only be described as a singularity—a dark, interminable chamber—before finally arriving in an era both peculiar and disorienting. They scrutinised their surroundings, too bewildered to articulate their thoughts.
At the brink of the island, they stood in acute awe, their gaze sweeping across the endless expanse of the sapphire sea. Far in the distance, what initially seemed to be mere, unremarkable boats gradually revealed their true essence. The superficial simplicity of these vessels was a mere illusion, masking their unfathomable complexity. Each boat carried towering figures, their charred faces etched with the marks of relentless sun and their physiques chiselled to perfection. As the boats drew nearer, the haze of distance dissolved, and the full splendour of their form emerged with crystalline clarity, unfolding like a majestic revelation upon the tranquil waters.
Before they could fully acclimate to the stunning new world, they were abruptly swept into an even more intense temporal upheaval. The scene transformed dramatically: a brooding, shadowy era unfolded before them. The sky, once clear, now teeming with the ominous presence of zeppelins gliding menacingly through a roiling, smoke-laden firmament. The River Thames, boiled dry, lay in desolate ruin. London cloaked in a heavy mantle of soot and debris, bore the ravages of relentless aerial bombardments. The city’s once grand architecture was obscured by layers of grime and devastation. The stout little boy, who now went by the name of “Jack,” lamented, “Oh no… It seems we were too late to prevent Madam Emillia’s plans, weren’t we?” Zahi and Ada retracted in utter confusion. “Jack…who is Emillia?” Jack, once lively and joyous, seemed to have witnessed incomprehensible horrors, his face a mixture of hopelessness and despair. They attempted to prevent the scene over and over again, but their fate seemed to be tied to a predetermined fate, the recursion of their failure slowly driving them to the brink of insanity. Suddenly, whilst traversing an eternal chamber, filled with miniature burrows leading into different universes, they saw a glimpse of hope. Peering down a minute borrow, no bigger than a pea, they see a glance of a better future – one where London was bright and beautiful, the tames churning in tranquillity; a future where they could be at serenity.
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Ada Lovelace rubbed her eyes in disbelief as a gargantuan, towering vine sprawled out from the feeble ground looming over all of humanity. She gawked at this queer sight and a thought scattered into her oversized brain.
How was this happening? This was impossible! Ada circled it and closely observed its patterns. There was a candescent light flowing through it. Cautiously, she pressed her hand against the serpentine vine and poof! Ada and the vine vanished into thin air.
Ada woke up to the chimes of a church bell. She sat up on her bottom and saw a tanned man looming over her, causing a colossal shadow.
“Who, Who, Who are you?” asked Ada, fumbling for her words.
“I am Zahi.” replied the man.” You seem a little lost around this vast area so let me explain to you where we are. We are in the year 1789. I will be happy to guide you for now.”
Ada studied this inquisitive man. He was tall and elegant and he had a crisp accent. Then she realised what he said.
Year 1789! Was this some monstrosity of a joke? This was one hundred years ago! Then a terrible thought drifted towards Ada’s head. The vine had time-travelling powers. Ada had a dangerous mission to complete. Collect the reckless plant.
Zahi trailed behind Ada. She figured that if she landed here, the plant must of landed somewhere close here. After persevering day after day, her tiring effort finally paid off. She had found the vine trapped in a dark alleyway and had quickly mustered it into her jacket. Somehow the vine had grown back to its normal size. Ada was about to travel back to her time and conceal this risky plant away forever, a hush of wind blew on her telling her something was off.
“Well well well.” muttered Zahi ” Look what we have here.” Ada was bewildered to find Zahi snatch the plant out of her reach. Ada finally realised who Zahi really was! He had abused the use of this plant to travel through time and change history forever.
“I bet you’re not even from this time!” proclaimed Ada.
“I’m not.” sneered Zahi, slowly growing a hideous grin.”I’m from the year 2179 and I love to cause of sorts of trouble and… hey!” screamed Zahi. Ada had distracted him and took the plant away. Zahi desperately searched for an exit and lunged when he found one. But Ada was two steps ahead. Zahi was caught in a net and locked away in prison.
“Looks like my job here is done!” beamed Ada and she faded away with the wind.
In the end, what happened was quite a joy. Ada threw the vine into nuclear waste where it sizzled and slowly dissolved. She has saved the future and the past. And Ada is now a lively grandmother telling this same story to her grandchildren every, single, day.
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