Day 5 Writing Homework
Write a 200-250 word diary entry using the following prompt: “Dear Diary, today I was a ‘crossing buddy’ for a younger student during Walk/Roll week.” in first person, past tense.
Be sure to include the following elements:
– Use 3 micromoments before, during and after your crossing buddy experience
– Use at least one bit of dialogue
– Use sensory details
– At least one simile varied sentence lengths
– A reflective ending summing up what you have learned
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Dear Diary,
Today, I was a crossing buddy for a younger student during Walk/Roll Week. I was nervous at first, but it turned out to be a really great experience that might impact my life forever.
Before we started walking, I waited by the gate with my backpack. The wind was cold, and I could smell wet grass. My hands were shaking a bit. Then I saw my buddy coming. She was a little girl with a purple helmet and a scooter. She looked shy, yet beautiful with her chestnut hair.
During the walk, she held my hand tightly. “Do cars ever not stop?” she asked softly. I looked both ways and said, “That’s why we’re careful and cross together.” Her scooter made a click-clack sound on the footpath, and I could hear birds in the trees. I felt like a big sister, making sure she was safe.
After we crossed the road and got to school, she gave me a big smile and said, “Thanks!” before running to her class. I stood there for a moment, feeling proud. My heart felt warm, even though the morning was chilly.
Today, I learned that being a leader isn’t always about being the loudest. Sometimes it’s about helping someone feel safe. I’d love to do it again tomorrow.
By: Farzana
Day 5 The Diary
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Y5RWD5-Maruf
11/10/25
Dear Diary,
Today at school, we got to have a crossing buddy! I was so excited because I’ve never had a crossing buddy before! As soon as the lunch bell rang, I went all the way down to my buddy’s class. His name was James, and he was in kindergarten. I met James outside his classroom, and he seemed to be searching for me. As I walked up to James, he asked, “Are you Noah?”. I replied yes, and we went to the school gates holding hands. The teacher checked the slips that our teachers had given us and let us through. James was shaking as we walked out of the school gates onto the footpath. We were staring at the road, cars zooming past us like people in a race. I was starting to feel scared as well, but then I realised that it was my job to keep James safe now. Suddenly, I was not scared anymore; I was confident that I was going to get James across to the other side of the road and back. We were crossing a road when a car suddenly came. I pushed James to the other side and started running. The car was about to come. 3… 2… 1…! It came. Fortunately, I was able to speed down the road to the other side just in time for me to miss the car. I stood up and brushed myself as James started to do the same. Finally, we were ready to cross back. This time, no cars came by. We got back to school safely. This made me learn that helping the younger kids isn’t something that the teachers force you to do. It’s our responsibility.
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Y5RWD5-Abdullah
Dear diary
Today was the day the we walk with our crossing buddies ,I was super excited but I also had butterflies in my belly, even though my friends weren’t even interested to meet there new buddies .Then all of a sudden a massive amount of kids walked slowly as a butterfly ecept one kid who was bolting towards me and said “are you Tavish cause my name is Jim?” At first I was stunned that he was such a confident kid unlike other kids ,and then I I replied with a squeky voice and told him that he was right .Then soon we started to walk together through the road as the lights of the cars was beaming at us with rage and he pujt his hand out giving me a signal to hold his hand as well .But his hand was cold like a bar of ice while mine would’ve of felt like very hot oven. Soon we were only one step away from the end of the zebra crossing and then my buddy told me to sprint so we could beat all the other kids and come first .Then we both ran like a cheetah towards the start of the school and we did it we came first ,so then I said bye to my buddy and left .But then a joyfulness filled my body and I felt good because I was taking a proper responsibility of something. Then I said to myself that this will all repeat again tomorrow .
Tavish
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Y5RWD5-Tavish Singh
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THURSAY
Dear Diary,
today I was a ‘crossing buddy‘, which basically means that I, now a year six student, had to cross the road with a kindy student, the exact day it was their one hundredth day at public school. Just before I was assigned a buddy, my stomach lurched. This was going to be hard, I thought.
“Jason? Your buddy is Bob,” Mrs Adams told me, as she pointed to a 120cm child with a bright red bag and a yellow balloon with a happy face drawn on with a whiteboard marker. He was smiling back at me with black hair, yellow skin and a hat as black as coal.
I told him to just keep calm and cross the road, but as he listened he let go of his balloon.
“Don’t chase it! A car is coming, Bob!” I yelled, but it was no use. Bob kept running fast towards the balloon just as a white Toyota sped on the road and was going to hit him. I gulped. The driver would not see him as he was short enough to not be seen, I thought. I was right, the car kept moving – faster and faster. Bob finally noticed, and ran toward like never before, and I thought he still was going to get hit, but Bob, this speedy kid, actually managed to just miss being hit by the car. What a risky cross! I rushed over to check if he was hurt. He told me he thought he was going to stop moving, but I think he means he would be paralysed by fear. I told my class later on, and everyone was shocked. Lucky that Bob was fast enough to be hit by the car! The rest of my day was pretty normal, and the day was soon over in the blink of an eye.
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Y5RWD5-Jeremy Sun
Dear Diary,
Today I was a crossing buddy for a younger student during walk/roll week. I felt pretty important wearing a bright orange vest and a blue badge. My little buddy was a first grader girl called Tiffany with her hair- the messiest shock of blonde hair I had ever seen. She looked a bit nervous, tugging tightly to the strap of her unicorn bag.
As we stood on the cold pavements near the curb, the air was cool and crisp, mingling with the faint scent of the neighbourhood’s blooming rosemary bushes. I felt myself getting more anxious, tugging on my sleeve. Tiffany’s small hands were curling on the fabric of my jumper, as if she was confused. I looked down and gave her a reassuring look to calm her down.
Our crossing guard-Mrs Davis blew hear whistle- clear, sharp and very loud noise. “Are you ready to do this?”, I asked. Tiffany paused for a second and gave me a small nod. I held her hand tightly and we stepped onto the road. “You walk really fast.”, she said puffing and her voice tiny and breathless. I slowed down my pace.
In the end I realised that being a leader was not just about being the loudest, it is about the small changes that you make.
-Chloe
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Y5RWD5-Jinjin Weng