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What happens when you shirk your homework - (Singapore) Elijah Wee's Primary Three Essay for 9 year olds

"What happens when you shirk your homework?" - this was the title of an essay I wrote in Primary Three (9 year old). Tell me what you think?



Jack sat in his seat, his eyes glued frantically onto his Science assignment.  Being particularly weak in the topic, he had been desperately recollecting from the deepest recesses of his mind to solve the questions posed but to no avail.  Miserable as he was with the lack of progress in his assignment, he prodded on as glum as an oyster.

Out of the blue, a familiar voice rang out.  “Jack, come out and play.  It is a glorious day outside!”  Almost instantly, he put down his assignment and tore down the stairs of his house as eager as a bridegroom to the beckoning sunshine outside.

Like a bird freed from its cage, Jack played football with Mark in the open field with wild abandon.  “Jack, what are you doing?” his mother’s voice shrieked from behind him.  Like a thief caught red-handed, Jack stood rooted to the ground, fearful of what is to come.

Turning around, Jack’s eyes fixed on his mother who was standing akimbo, her eyes bulging like a frog, and her face a red mask of fury.  Jack hung his head low as his mother reprimanded him screeching at the top of her voice.

As the sun slowly dimmed in the horizon, Jack dragged himself back into his room with a glum expression plastered over his face.  His mother had grounded him for a month.  He would be missing Mark’s birthday party at Time Zone and he was very unhappy about it.  That day, Jack had learnt a most valuable lesson – one he would remember for a long time to come.

Have you ever been in a similar situation? ;-P

See you soon!
Elijah Wee

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