ceprav nima prevec casa za taksne hece.
Star sem 12 let in hodim v peti razred
osnovne sole - DRUGIC.
Upam, da ga bom letos uspesno zakljucil.
Mama sicer pravi, da bi se moral vec uciti vendar sam raje pohajkujem po gozdu in poslusam pticke, ki veselo zvrgolijo.
Imam dosti prijateljev, ki so sicer starejsi
od mene, vendar se dobro razumemo.
Potrudil se bom prebiti vsaj skozi
sedem razredov, ker si zelo zelim postati
mesar.
Mesar je bil ze moj dedek in odkar pomnim, smo imeli doma veliko govedine.
Trenutno ljudje nimajo prevec radi govedine, baje ker se je nekaj kravam
zmesalo in se bojijo, da bi se zmesalo tudi njim samim. Ampak ljudje so ze tako ali
tako cisto nori.
Zadnjic sem v soli videl, kako so se starejsi fantje stepli in to cisto zares.
Eden je dobil celo stol v glavo in morali so ga odpeljati v bolnisnico. Prisla je tudi
policija.
Policaji so sicer cisto v redu fantje, se posebej takrat, ko jih sploh ne potrebujes.
Dostikrat, ko me srecajo na ulici, me prijazno pozdravijo in vprasajo kako sem kaj. Vprasajo me tudi o mojih prijateljih, v glavnem pa sprasujejo, kje sem bil, kaj sem prejsnji dan delal, se najvec pozornosti pa posvetijo stvarem, ki jih imam v zepih in v solski torbi. Res so zelo prijazni, ker jih tako skrbi, da ne bi nosil pretezkega bremena.
V glavnem zivim umirjeno zivljenje solarja na podezelju.
V soli me imajo tovarisi in tovarisice
zelo radi, predvsem tovarisicam je vsec,
ko pridem k njim na obisk, jim malo pomagam, one pa mi ponudijo pecivo, ki ga z veseljem pojem.
Zadnje case vedno bolj razmisljam o tem, zakaj sploh hodim na te obiske, ali zaradi tovarisic ali zaradi peciva. Priznati moram, da peciva nimam vec tako rad kot sem ga imel vcasih.
To bi bilo v kratkem vse o mojem zivljenju. Za domaco nalogo moram napisati podoben spis se v anglescini.
Upam, da mi bo uspelo, predvsem zato, ker mi je ravno danes nasa tovarisica za anglescino dejala, da bi zdaj ze bil cas,
da pridem tudi k njej na pecivo.
Lep pozdrav, Miha
ORODJE - PRIHODNOSTI
My name is Miha and I am 12 years
old and I am in 5. class.
My English is not so good, but is gonna
be in a few years. I am workihg hard on my English and I think every day I speak better and better.
I would like to become a butcher.My grandfather was a butcher too and as I remember we always had a lot of meet in our house. People are scared about eating meet, because of crazy cow illness and they think that they will get crazy too.
But most people are alerady crazy. I know that. Crazy people do crazy things.
Last weak I saw a big fight at my school.
Older students were fightint against younger students with just everything they could grab. One of them got a chair into his head and he had to go to the hospital. The police officer was also
there.
Policemen are usually very nice people and whenever they see me walking in the street or riding my bike they ask me how I am, what I am doing and what I have in my pockets. I think they are woried that I am carring too much and too heavy things.
Otherwise my life is peaceful and runs smoothly..
Teachers at school like me a lot.Espeically lady teachers are friendly with me, I don't know why.
Almost every day I go to their houses
and help them. After work they give me cookies.
For last few weaks I have been thinking why I am going on this visits, becaus of teachers or because of cookies.
I hope my English is not so bad and you
understand my words and thoughts.
Bye-bye, Miha