Meet Grade 5: Introductions

Priscilla

Hey! My name is Priscilla and I love to take pictures of animals like my dog. I also like to edit pictures. I love drinking my favorite drinks and I love dogs!  I want to learn how to use Photoshop or how to do a fan sign. A fan sign is way of drawing digitally. I also love to use my phone.

Hanging out with my best friends, siblings or cousins are also one of the things I love to do. I was born on August 31st 2007 and my favorite color is blue for now.

 

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The reason I chose this picture is because I like to use my phone and laptop while photographing/editing. And also to drink a really good drink I like. I also like to write and scribble things while doing those things too. The bed looks cozy there too and who doesn’t love to snuggle up in a cozy bed?

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I have No Creative Title

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What’s up readers and fellow students? My name is Wai Yan. I’m 12 years old and in the 6th grade at Thalun International School. I live in Yangon. I’m fully Burmese. As you see in my title, I’m not so creative mainly because I’m not so good at art and music. My favorite things to do are reading and playing games. I like to travel as well.

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The Scatterbrained Oddball

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My name is Anne-Marie Cornelius but you can just call me Anne, I guess. I am the oddball of Thalun International School’s 9th grade who loves telling very (very) lame jokes, singing, writing random stuff, and writing songs. I transferred to Thalun on the 8th of January in 2018 and I’m having a great time here.

I was born in Yangon on September 23, 2002 and yes, I am a Libra.  I have two younger brothers, which makes me the eldest among the siblings. My goals are to travel, explore, challenge myself, and experience new things.

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Jonathan: In a Nutshell

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I remember screaming with every ounce of air in my lungs as my uncle and I dropped from a 30-meter height on a turquoise swing somewhere on one of the islands of Malaysia.

I remember biting my nailsor what was left of themwhile my second-grade teacher was announcing the victors of the hard-fought math test; I was one of them.

I remember staring at streaks of water on the airplane window, heartbroken, thinking about the beautiful girl I saw and how I would never see her smile ever again.

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