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Introduction

For the past few weeks, we've been working on an Animation, inspired by the diary of Anne Frank. Anne Frank was a young Jewish girl that lived during the time of world war II. Anne died when she was fifteen, in 1945. Anne Frank became well-known and popular after her death for her diary, explaining life as a Jewish young girl, living in a Nazi Occupied country. Anne Frank wrote her diary during when she was hiding in a vacant attic.

What's My Animation About?

My animation is about the section in the story, in which Anne's sister, Margot Frank, received a letter, and a satchel bag, and was told that she needed to pack her most precious items in the satchel, as she was forced into a Jewish Slavery Camp. I didn't have much time, the day I am posting this was the final day for finishing the animation.

Why This Scene?

I chose this scene because it was one of the moments that stood out to me. It blew my mind how Margot was only around fifteen or sixteen at the time, it must have shaken her. It was most likely a nostalgic time for the Jewish. But I won't get into a lot of it, as it may offend some Jewish or just people in general.

What I Enjoyed, Found Difficult, And What I Could Do Next Time

Creating the animation in general is what made the experience of the process euphoric. I think the most difficult thing for me was dealing with the glitch and lag that constantly occurred during making the animation, it made it hard to focus and frustrating. Next time, I think I could try and get this done on time. I would have been more happy to finish it last week.

Extra Information

Now, for some extra information, about the creating, tips and ideas for slide animations. Try using borders for shapes, it makes it look much more appealing and more quality and detailed. A good shortcut to use during making slide animations is CTRL+D. Don't get mad at the Chromebook, it will make the situation worse if it is lagging or breaking constantly.

Ending Statement

Thank you for viewing my post. Please leave a thoughtful comment that will help me with my blog posts, and hopefully you can check out my other posts!

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The only vision visible peaked through my forcefully narrowed eyes,
my lips enlarging as the swelling grew progressively worse.
I presumed my life was on the line, as my breathing grew heavier.
I scowled, the experience already wasn’t an experience i’d appreciate.
Humid, vigorous tears sprawled in numerous spots on my face, as I wondered,
“What would happen next?”
Despite myself being very sultry, I provided myself with a hoodie, and
leggings, to cover up the faded ruby hives plastered across my limbs.
My knuckles clenched, I didn’t know what was going to happen.
I was neurotic, anxious.
For the entire ride, I couldn’t help but think about the after-effects of
my hives. What was yet to come?

I stumbled into the Hospital building, my covered arms wrapped around my waist.
It was completely discomforting to leisurely creep into a public Hospital, with
my lips enlarged, my eyes narrowed and my hands and feet swollen and chubby.
I had entertainment in the locks with me, as I had brought my device and knew
the wait would be extended. 

After 3 hours, I was checked on by a professional nurse.
I was informed that I apparently had to take a Blood Test.
My eyes  gaped open, as I have Aichmophobia; Fear of Needles.
At this moment, I wanted to perish.
She disappeared for a quick moment, than wheeled back, clutching o to the handle
of a table, filled with Blood Test tubes, and a single plastic needle plopped at
the side of the table.
I gulped heavily, the feeling seeming like I swallowed a hunk of metal.
She velvetely, but as I exaggerated, she abruptly stabbed me with the plastic needle,
which so happened to be my fear.
The session was over.

I was told that i’d be wheeled to a wharf, were I would stay the night.
I was seated comfortably in a wheelchair, as my mother and an anonymous man wheeled me
there.
The entire ride was silent, nobody spoke.
I had finally entered the soundless, airy building, the sound the squeaking wheels halted.
A nurse and my mum took me into their arms, limping me over to my room. My mum left me for
a while, I slept.

ᴘɪɢᴇᴏɴ ɪᴍᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ ɴᴇᴡs ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛ

Breaking News! Something vicious has occurred in the town square of Washington D.C, at 8:42AM this year, 1976. Secret Agent Walter Becket encountered face-to-face with a fatal, cruel pigeon, who was the mastermind behind this brutal phenomenon. It all started when Agent Becket gave the intellectual species a nibble of his breakfast. The pigeon, being the intellect it was, rejected the food, and turned it’s attention to Becket’s secret nuclear bomb compartment, disguised as an oscillating, slate briefcase. The pigeon’s curiosity obviously got the best of itself, and began poking at the unrecognizable buttons hidden inside of the briefcase. Although the pigeon was an intellect, it seemed, the Pigeon wasn’t smart enough to realize that the buttons inside the briefcase were in fact buttons leading to: 1, havoc among Washington D.C, and 2, a close-call of the destruction of Moscow, Russia.

he pigeon’s plan, it seemed, was to destroy Washington, all in return for a bagel. However, the close destruction of Moscow was caused by Agent Walter Becket! A twist in the story indeed, but here’s the story. The Agent plotted to trick the Pigeon into escaping the briefcase by hallucinating it into thinking it was going to receive the bagel it had wanted. However, when the pigeon leapt out in hopes of having the taste of a bagel, the Agent slammed his hand against the pigeon, barely knocking the pigeon out. During the Agent’s plan, it all seemed to have backfired when the bagel landed exactly on the “CAUTION” red button, which activated a major explosive, heading to Moscow, Russia.

The scene was tragic, as the nuke headed up to the sky, shooting farther and farther away from D.C. The Agent, went on a mission to possibly deactivate the machine, using his secret briefcase explosive compartment to fly up nearby the nuclear bomb, in hopes of deactivating the bomb. What Agent Becket didn’t realize, was that the Pigeon followed after him, still craving the sweet, yet savory meal it had long waited for. Becket, however, listened to the pigeon’s cravings, and shot the bagel down below. The pigeon chased after the bagel, diving back to the surface.  Just in time, Becket was able to get the bomb high enough into the sky for it to explode without harming anybody.

Although Becket was our hero, we had to unfortunately arrest the man, for animal cruelty rights, and carrying illegal devices around in the city streets. Sadly, our beloved pigeon in this headline, has passed away from the top-end of the nuke sadly crushing the pigeon during it’s eating-time.

Room 2 were tasked to create a news report, based off of a short film we watched called

"PIGEON IMPOSSIBLE." 

I was fond of being creative with the news report, and writing the ideas I came up with.

I found making my piece at least look like it was from the newspaper difficult, as I had to go through tons of fonts before choosing a font that was suitable for the theme of the writing piece.

Next time, I think I could try and get this done on the date given, as it would be much more easier to get it done on the day rather than take an extra day to finish it.

If I were to give myself constructive criticism, I would tell myself to not worry too much about how much i'm writing, and just focus on how descriptive and how much of a newspaper report it actually seems like.

{ʟᴀɴᴅsᴄᴀᴘᴇ ・ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ}

This week our class were assigned to create a poem inspired by a picture of a landscape we received,
each photo being different. I enjoyed plucking out adjectives to describe my nouns. I found coming
up with adverbs difficult. My goal next time I create a poem such as this, is to properly show my
understanding of the criteria.