My Speech

Do you think your day was hard today? It wasn’t compared to mine. Do you have to watch out for a killer comb? Dodge the worst smelling shampoo ever? Spend your day clinging for your life to strands of hair pulled back in a ponytail or shoved under a smelly beanie? I don’t think so! My name is Nigel the Nit or as the scientist called me Nigel the head louse. Today I am going to tell you all about a hard day in the life of a nit.

But before I tell you about my day, let me give you some facts about me. I was born in a waterproof egg, stuck to some long brown hair. I hatched about 10 days later and was an instant orphan (feel sorry for me yet?) then began to explore my new home (a bite here, a scratch there). Before I became the handsome nit, I was a nymph for about 12 days. In a human world that would be a terrible teanager, lazy and sleeping all day. Another name for me is an Ova, spelt o-v-a.

And now let me tell you about a hard day in my life. Its starts when my home is rudely awaken by her mother. Wake up Carolyn, time for school… who wants to go to school? Then I hop out of my bed which is a nest I have made in her hair, you call them knots, and get some breakfast (that's a bit of blood, your yummy blood!) So far ok start to the day but from here it gets bad.

First I am pulled into a tight ponytail and can’t really move. Not fun! On the way to school I am thrown around as we run for the bus and now I feel dizzy and my breakfast of blood is making me feel sick. At school I have to listen to a boring teacher called Miss Green talking about maths. So boring!  How do humans do this for 18 years of their lives?

After lunch I nearly decided to move house as it's hard to sleep in  Carolyns hair, she talks too much, by swinging across into a boys hair in the class but I can't get close enough. I have to stay where I am. Yay, time for home.

Next I can sense something wrong is going to happen. Oh I know what! I can smell the awful shampoo! Ahhhhhhh, let's run away from here. I hope I can save myself. Oh no, I can see the killer comb now, It looks like a big bull doser! Thats right it was a shower with Nit killing shampoo.

Luckily I am a hard bug to kill. I try to hid behind her ears but the comb finds me and I am combed out. Arrrggghhhh. Cough, cough, I’m about to dieeeeeeeee! Yep, thats right my day was hard because at the end I died.  So the next time you complain about how hard it is to be a kid, remember, it could be worse you could be a nit.

Blog Commenting

Today we practised making quality blog comments. Here is my example!

Olympic Writing

As you know, the Olympic Games have started over in Rio.  We will use this great festival of sport for our prompt this week.

It is:

…I could see the finish line, then…

Things to consider:

• Which sport is this?  Gymnastics
• What might be going to happen?  You might injure or break yourself
• How do you feel?  Nervous, Scared, Sick

I could see the white line on the end of the mat, then my foot landed just inside it. I nearly injured myself when I did my back flip and landed dangerously close to the out of bounds line. This would have disqualified me instantly.  Now I need to show the judges that I can you do better, much, much better. I decided to do the hardest routine I knew, a full twist, I landed it perfectly. I felt so proud and glad that I did that, I looked at the judges and the score board. My score was 99% Awesome, for prize giving I won the Silver medal  and my BFF, Lucy won the Gold medal. The mean girl from China won the Bronze medal. Lucy and I were so excited that we both won a medal!