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Scholarship W1 Writing

Part 1.

Describe the Wall Using The frameworks and words Steve gave in class (1000 words)

Part 2.

Scholarship Interview Questions

Write an in-depth response to ‘Tell me about yourself’ (500 words)

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  • Future aspirations
  • Link to school (can be any)

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  1. Week 1 Year 6 Writing Homework
    Part 1:
    Etched in the Wall
    Nestled amidst undulating valleys and grassy peaks stood a brick wall. An ancient artefact, the wall was worn with age and its once sharp and acute edges degraded to a soft, flat surface. Moss had begun to creep up onto the mortar, blotting out the blood and chaos that had once characterised the setting in which the wall resided. Throughout the centuries when nature took over the area and breathed life into the battle-worn region, flora had sprung up from the depths. Tendrils of vines and moss had enveloped local architecture, drowning the manmade relics in a sea of green. All that remained which signified human intervention in the landscape was the brick wall, a testament to the enduring effects of mankind on the world.

    Upon further inspection of the cracks and crevices of the wall, one may unveil a tapestry of history. The brick wall had withstood a tumultuous past riddled with battle and bloodshed, witnessing the barbarism of humanity. The origins of the wall started in a battle, a tense collision between two dominant powers. Built with hands and mortar, the wall was intended for defensive purposes against the opposing force. Standing as high as a fortress, the wall made up for a devastating tactical blunder by the leading general which decimated the army. It stretched for miles, connecting two sides of the horizon. As months of relentless destruction ravaged the surrounding, the wall stood steadfast despite the persistent battering. However, the tide turned when a huge section of the wall collapsed underneath heavy artillery. From there, an onslaught of soldiers rushed in to finish off the opponent.

    As the surroundings of the brick wall tensed for a final touchdown, the few remaining survivors made a flee by scaling the wall which towered over the battlefield. Axes, swords and arrows were pelted at the wall in attempts to injure or fall the climbers. With heavy armour and unsuited ability, the soldiers were unable to pursue the escapees on the towering wall, the few figures becoming smaller and smaller as they grappled with cracks and grips to the top. However, being surrounded by a sea of enemy soldiers, the survivors had no choice but to surrender. A blue flag posted on the western end of the brick wall today signifies this battle and continues to live in the fissures and ruptures of the wall.

    A tapestry of imperfections and damage, the brick wall serves as a living library of the battle that resulted in the picturesque landscape today. Owned by the power that had won the war, a more peaceful and civilised tribe resided in this area, tending to the rural landscape. As civilisation shifted to more urban areas, the landscape was abandoned to nature’s tender hands. Over centuries, neighbouring jungles and forests slowly crept into the battlefield, sprinkling life into the barren landscape. Trees emerged from beneath as a canopy of bushes and exotic plant species developed underneath. For once, the area was a serene haven free of humans and fauna began to inhabit the place. The environment flourished while human civilisation developed and strengthened parallel to it. Then, one day came a human who would’ve been the cause for the destruction of the forest today.

    As the brick wall stood between the human, who turned out to be a lumberjack, and the dense forest, the lumberjack was intrigued at why a manmade artefact would be lingering in such an environment. He ventured deeper and found a trove of botanical wonders. Following the discovery was a mass of wood-chopping with almost all of the forest destroyed. The brick wall, however, stayed to witness the destruction. Now with humans dominating almost all of the Earth, its surroundings would be changed rapidly. From a battlefield to a forest, the area would soon be bustling with human civilisation.

    Carved in the brick wall were human letters, a sign of the enduring impacts of humanity on the Earth. The wall had gone through changes in the landscape and had witnessed the transformation that time brings along. Geographical tides, human involvement, and nature’s embrace had changed the wall. Scarred with damage and a canopy of foliage, the wall has a double personality, if not triple. The wall stands as a reminder that, despite the ongoing changes and force that had changed the surroundings, the wall would remain rooted in its origins. The ongoing onslaught of time, geographics, and human involvement had not broken or collapsed the wall; it had strengthened itself. The multiple scars and worn-out edges did not resemble weakness; they portrayed the everlasting struggle between time and the strong spirit of the wall.

    As technology advances across the globe, walls have begun to be replaced by other devices to suit peoples’ needs. Yet the brick wall built several centuries ago remains standing as strong as ever, toughened by age and change. Standing high amidst other sophisticated counterparts, the wall is not merely a defensive structure; it is a tapestry of history woven together in solid bricks. Each line, crevice, and imperfection marks the numerous events that have shaped it. From its humble origins, brick walls have been stacked by hand with mortar and brick to produce a tapestry of artistic phenomena. The art of wall construction has lived on since the very origins of humanity. Serving as both a defensive structure and artistic means, brick walls have been the cornerstones of construction development. It is a testament to the enduring presence of humanity and represents the spirit of resilience. It seamlessly weaves itself into today’s world, offering protection, a glimpse into the wide canvas of history, and a sensory tapestry to enjoy.

    Part 2:
    About Myself
    Hello, my name is Oscar Zhou, and as a 6th grader at Chatswood Public School, my journey through the academic landscape has been a vibrant tapestry of experiences and explorations. It is a tapestry woven with passionate and meticulous hands, an academic journey through rough and tumultuous terrains. Driven by competition and fueled with great determination, I have pursued for the best, challenging myself to overcome substantial obstacles and to emerge victorious. I am eager to unravel the intricate layers of my academic story, a journey that has shaped me into the person I am today.

    I have always been intrigued by the fascination of numbers since I was 5. I was mesmerised by the process of problem-solving, and I diligently practised under the caring guidance of my mother. Throughout the academic years, I have acquired knowledge across a myriad of subjects including natural sciences, literature, mathematics, and history. My insatiable thirst for knowledge has been the guiding compass, asking questions along the way that has enticed me to delve deeper into the intricacies of the subject whether it be history or biology. My curiosity in academics has been a leading factor in my success, allowing me to rework my failures into successes.

    Another pursuit that I have constantly been on is the passionate adventure for sports. Exercising the muscles and pushing my physical limits to the max, participating in tennis and swimming has not only physically benefited me but also mentally. The determination required in sports has taught me to cherish pain as a teacher, not a hindrance. Also, playing tennis has taught me the spirit of resilience. Upon losing a match, I was taught to not hate myself but to learn from my mistakes and improve. The diligence required in tennis training has considerably improved my character. From a timid and easily worn-out person, I have progressed into a mentally and physically fit person. Sports has been an undoubtedly important aspect of my life.

    An aspiration that I have always pursued is the prospect of becoming a software engineer at multinational companies such as Google and Apple. Despite not obtaining official practice and teaching, I believe that it is important to first lay the foundation, and that is why I focus on my academic studies. How computers work has been a topic of fascination for me. The microscopic components of it never fail to mesmerise me in phenomenal wonders. As a result, I hope to learn more about the topic as a software engineer.

    In conclusion, my narrative is a journey of curiosity, determination, and a commitment to my studies and disciplines. As I stand at the crossroads of choosing a high school to further my education, I am driven by the determination to obtain admission into a stellar high school. I am eager to learn and explore the plethora of subjects and interests that continue to drive me along the path of my academic life.

  2. In the heart of time’s relentless journey, the brick wall, stained and weathered by the straits of existence, stood stalwart against the irate gale. Its fractured and marred facade bore the weight of countless years, each crack a testament to the trials endured. Tarnished by the touch of seasons past, the wall emanated a rugged beauty, its surface etched with the scars of time like the wrinkles on a weathered face.

    The breeze, personified as a gentle companion, danced around the aged stones, creating a symphony of whispers that spoke of the wall’s endurance. It stood as a formidable presence, radiating a warmth that seemed eternal, a metaphorical fireplace in the open expanse. Despite the barrenness of its surroundings, the wall stood as a beacon, dispelling the icy chill with its unwavering strength.

    Adorning this resilient structure were patched of intricate ivy, a verdant tapestry that scaled the rugged surface like a determined climber. The delicate tendrils, decorated with life’s essence, created a juxtaposition of opposing forces. Nature’s unforgiving harshness interwove with its breathtaking beauty, forming a harmonious tapestry of life’s threads braided together, a symphony of awe and wonder.

    A bed of wildflowers bordered the base of the wall, their blooms of red, yellow and orange twinkling in the afternoon light. Their presence added a burst of colour, a vibrant contrast to the weathered bricks. This juxtaposition of delicate blossoms against the sturdy backdrop enhanced the wall’s visual allure.

    The aroma of the wall wafted through the air, musky and earthy, as if its very history exuded a gentle perfume. Silky undertones of jasmine and rose intertwined with the crisp green freshness of the dew-soaked jungle air, creating a sensory experience that transcended time. A crisp pang of cold air, juxtaposed with the sweet richness of cardamom and cinnamon, was shattered by the aromatic breath of lavender, rosemary, and basil, smothered in the intoxicating embrace of honeysuckle.

    As the wall stood resilient in its physicality, it seemed to whisper its secrets to passersby. Crevasses in the aged stones spoke volumes, murmuring legends, humming lullabies, and babbling like a wise sorcerer by the fireside. The wall became a character in its own right, a guardian of the land that had borne witness to countless tales. It stood as a sentinel, stoic and strong, thrumming to the magic of the electric air, chanting its stories to those who paused to listen.

    Each mark and crack on the wall told a unique story, turning it into a living testament of time’s passage. Like an old man recounting tales of a bygone era, the wall embraced its role as a storyteller. It whispered not just of its own endurance but also of the countless lives and events it had silently witnessed throughout the years.

    In the grand tapestry of existence, the brick wall stood as a symbol of resilience, beauty, and time’s relentless march. Its story, woven with threads of nature’s treasures, echoed through the ages, reminding all who passed by of the enduring magic held within its weathered embrace.

    THe brick wall, standing with an air of permanence, was more than mere masonry; it was a time capsule, a relic of the past sealed in a single moment of history. Like a fossil embedded in the earth’s layers, the wall held the imprints of bygone eras, a testament to the evolution of time. Its weathered surface echoed the tree’s lines, each crack and mark akin to the rings that chronicled the passage of years. As one beheld the wall, it became a museum of memories, an heirloom passed down through generations, and a vestige connecting the present to the whispers of the past.

    The sturdy facade of the brick wall portrayed more than just resilience; it stood as a fortress against the relentless onslaught of time. Like a medieval castle with its protective moat, the wall had weathered the storms of existence, a shelter that had stood the test of time. In its unyielding presence, the wall became an omniscient being, silently observing the ebb and flow of life, an unwavering guardian offering refuge to those seeking solace within its ancient embrace.

    The brick wall, with its crevasses and weathered patches, was not merely a structure but a canvas of life and love. Each crack and mark told a unique story, creating an intricate painting that unfolded the narrative of existence. It was an artwork painted by the hands of time, a lullaby hung by the wind as it caressed the worn surface. The wall became a song, a ballad of resilience and endurance, with every weathered patch symbolising a verse of love etched into the very fabric of its being. As one gazed upon it, the wall transformed into a living ballad, a symphony of life echoing through its weathered, textured surface.

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