A Day In The Life Of A Pencil

Oh, my name is Bob. I am a pencil, I live in Saint Gray's bullying school. The box is boring, but since I am one of the colored pencils in the box, I have a company. My color is yellow and my pencil friends called me Bright Bob. When playing with my best friend George the Orange Pencil, a boy called Jess picked up our box and bought us, then put us out of the box and put it in a fluorescent green pencil case. This is the case of St Grays School of Bullies. I made the utmost use of it, so I am the shortest brush in the pencil case. George and George drew a sun and cartoon duck, this is my favorite time. One thing that I do not like the most is that I have to paint flowers with lily purple pencils, she is a girl! What I did not like the most was the evil sharpener Sam had to sharpen. His blade hurts into my tree and it hurts. I dislike my master, Jess. He is a kind child, a teacher's pet. He hates that and eats the paper. He is not a bully, not mischievous, and he is not a bully since he is not a battle, so he is not a bully. They will be more fun when the most mischievous children steal pencils for Jess and hide us in the paper airplane. Before and after the school was very quiet, George and I came out of our pencil case, saw another pencil case, and met a new pencil. The pen case is green and very big, so you can easily return. It is very interesting as a pencil, except that it is sharpened by evil Sam and used with GIRLS!

Anthropomorphic story of 2nd, 2nd or 4th grade. This is a sample story of "One Day in Life" about the daily experience of electric pencil sharpening in the classroom. With regard to the anthropomorphic curriculum, my students choose things in the classroom and write a puppet tale of "a day in life" from the point of view of things. This applies to 2nd, 3rd or 4th graders

I am here to tell you Racer. The racer is a pencil, and he wants to tell me the ups and downs of his life. Life is as difficult as pencil. This is a dark, terrible place where cars grow. There are big machines and strange liquids on the table, but the worst thing is that there are plenty of other pencils. This is not usually bad, but he is not an ordinary pencil. He likes to roll a lot and I like to think it is very fast, but this is not what a pencil should do. He has become a Pencilympic athelete and dreams of winning a golden eraser. He made a lot of things about this, and ordinary pencils called him Racer instead of common names like Led and Ink. One day a big man came to him and put him in a huge cardboard box, he was marked as a graphite pencil by Crayolla and was very happy. He and the other 11 pencils are quite narrow in the box.

Once upon a time, a great Princess visited Sarah's pen case land. She is a pencil, she is thin and shining. She sniffed the other pencil in the box with a monotonous beige coat. She felt a shock on the dirty neck of the eraser and shouted at the time he met. She took it out of the ballpoint pen with opaque stickiness. She began to see a sharpener, and he gently nodded. Everyone noticed her behavior and was away from her. I saw that the princess was sitting alone, and I am sorry for her. He wants to make friends with the princess, so he tries to talk to her again. He said, "Hello, princess. Your coat of pencil ... ah ... there is a very glossy. You need to be proud of it, yes!"