I’d like to extend my apologies for not updating as frequently as I should be updating.
This has been due to a mixture of different issues, such as the ongoing Cambridge CELTA course which I am currently enrolled in, several other projects which I have been undertaking, and various other journeys along the way as well as I continue with teaching and doing other things.
In the meantime though, I would still like to update, but likely it won’t be on the weekly schedule that I had talked about before, although I will do my best to create a little more content on a more consistent basis and maybe seek help along the way in order to update this website as well.
In the meantime, I thought I would share with you a sample essay from one of my students, Isabelle Tham, who joined me in March, and in the meantime has become a tremendously proficient writer.
Have a look and see what she has written in her response and I think that you’ll be inclined to agree!
Descriptive writing
2 Describe walking or riding along a path or track you have not explored before.
As I descended the rough stone steps leading into the abandoned underground subway station, the deafening noise of bustling New York traffic was suddenly silenced, as if someone had snipped the wire of my headphones. With my trusty explorer’s pack on my shoulders, I pressed on, determined to uncover the secrets of this forgotten place. Finally, I arrived at the heart of the dilapidated train platform, where signs of neglect were evident at every turn.
Aluminum cans, cigarette stubs, and bits of paper littered the ground like confetti. Faded graffiti adorned the walls, left behind by vandals and street gangs, standing as reminders of a past long gone. The train tracks were coated in reddish-brown rust, eerily reminiscent of dried bloodstains. The darkness enveloped me, and only the beam from my torchlight managed to pierce through the impenetrable blackness, revealing the vast arching ceilings above, as if disappearing into an endless night sky.
In the midst of this desolation, my torchlight caught a glint of gleaming metal—the handle of a trapdoor, curiously untouched by the passage of time that had ravaged the surroundings. With caution, I opened the door, noticing the intricate carvings and symbols etched onto its dusty surface. Beyond the door were more stairs, worn smooth with time and the passage of footsteps. Medieval wrought-iron torch brackets lined the walls, emitting an ethereal blue flame that produced an eerie chill rather than warmth. My curiosity piqued, I climbed down, careful not to slip on the slippery stone.
At the foot of the stairs, a tunnel awaited, its floor made of packed dirt. The blue flames that once provided illumination were absent here, replaced by encroaching shadows that seemed to harbor unimaginable creatures of the dark. Silvery cobwebs and vines festooned the place like a parody of party garlands. I ventured forth, ignoring the shiver that crept down my spine.
Finally, the tunnel opened up into a magnificent cavern, leaving me gasping in awe within the chilling silence. The walls were inlaid with luminous gemstones that cast a mesmerizing array of colors that danced and sparkled around me. The smooth stone floor was sprinkled with chips of marble and quartz, reflecting the torchlight and creating a breathtaking spectacle of lights. At the heart of this chamber stood a high stone pedestal, bearing the same ancient carvings as the trapdoor above. At its peak, a polished wooden box emitted a faint white glow, beckoning me closer.
I stepped forward, fingers reaching tentatively for the box. It seemed to whisper at me, encouraging me to uncover its mysterious origin. As I examined it, the cave trembled and vibrated. Rubble began to fall from the ceiling, and I knew I had to leave immediately. Without hesitation, I ran back to the brightness and sounds of New York City, determined to unlock the enigmatic puzzle of the subway station and its little wooden box.
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If you enjoyed that, or if you’d be interested to work together on IGCSE First Language English, please feel free to drop me a line and to ask me any questions that you have about the curriculum, or to join the IGCSE English Students and Parents Support Group as well
– Teacher Victor –
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