engels werkstuk
hooiii, ik ben er weer.
Ik heb een opdracht voor Engels. ik moet een autobiography schrijven. Mijn Engels is niet heel erg geweldig., ondank ik 80 % van mijn vakken in het Engels krijg. Dus ik vroeg me af of jullie mij kunnen helpen. Het liefst Grammaticaal. Ik zal hier mijn autobiograpyhy plaatsen. Het verhaal moet overdreven dramatisch zijn. Er moet een kleur in staan en tijd en datum. Het zal echt geweldig zijn als jullie mij willen/kunnen helpen.
Autobiography
I was five years old when I moved to Aruba. It was the summer of 2008. I still know how I reacted when my mother told me that we were moving. I wasn't that sad, I was looking forward to it. I think that I didn't get it on that moment. I didn't realize that 3 years was quite a long time for a girl at my age. That I had to say goodbye to my friends and family is what I forgot.
The day of the journey had come. We slept at my grandmother's house the night before. The best friend of my brother had come to say goodbye to him. We travelled by train with a few friends, my uncle grandmother and grandfather, to Schiphol. Still I wasn't scared. We played games in the train. The games we played were fun.
When we arrived at Schiphol, we had about a few hours left before our airplane took off. We travelled with the airplane company KLM. We had to wait a long time and my sister, brother and his best friend were playing games. They were happy. The time flew and there we went on our way to the airplane. Which went entirely wrong. My emotions came out and I started to cry. I cried my eyes out. And after a while my mother shouted to shut it down. My father was busy with the Duane while my brother clime on everything he wasn't supposed to climb. I was crying like a baby the whole time. Was afraid, I held my mother's hand and tried to go back to the family and friends we left behind. We waved to them when we had to turn a corner.
We just had to wait a few more minutes. Me and my brother sat next to each other on a brown chair. It was an ugly colour. My brother and I played computer games. Than we heard a sweet women voice from the stereo. She told us that we need to go to the airplane. I still was afraid, it was my first time flying. It was a 9 hour fly.
We got into the plane. A stewardess gave me a small bag with a few pencils. We got to our places. I didn't want to move, I did not want to miss my friends for so long. I want to stay.
I cried and cried till I my tears were gone. When we arrived, I saw the beauty of the Island I feel the warmth of the air and I hear the silence of the wind. It was amazing. It was lovely that I may live there for 3 years. I made new friends and still had my old friends. I missed them of course. But I knew that good friends will stay forever.
alvast bedankt!
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Ik keek even je tekst na, puur op grammatica (de inhoud is best leuk)! :)
I was five years old when I moved to Aruba. It was the summer of 2008. I still know how I reacted when my mother told me that we were moving. I wasn't that sad, I was looking forward to it. I think that I didn't get it on that moment.
--> Deze intro is goed!
--> Bij foutjes, noteer ik de correctie tussen haakjes, hopend je daarmee te helpen.
--> Indien verdere vragen of twijfel, laat het me gerust weten!
I didn't realize that 3 years was quite a long time for a girl at (of ipv at) my age. That I had to say goodbye to my friends and family is what (something ipv. what) I forgot.
('On ...' = de datum ... zou ik hier toevoegen, dan een komma en dan de rest van de zin hierna). The day of the journey had come. We slept at my grandmother's house the night before. The best friend of my brother had come to say goodbye to him. We travelled by train with a few friends, my uncle grandmother and grandfather, to Schiphol. Still I wasn't scared. We played games in the train (those were a lot of fun toevoegen en de volgende zin laten vallen). The games we played were fun.
When we arrived at Schiphol, we had about (about weglaten) a few hours left before our airplane took off. We travelled with the airplane company KLM. We had to wait a long time and my sister, brother and his best friend were playing games. They were happy. The (the weglaten) time flew and there we went on our way to the airplane. Which went entirely wrong. My emotions came out and I started to cry. I cried my eyes out. And after a while my mother shouted to shut it down. My father was busy with the Duane while my brother clime on everything he wasn't supposed to climb (add: 'on'). I was crying like a baby the whole time. (hier een komma ipv een punt) Was afraid, I held my mother's hand and tried to go back to the family and friends we left behind. We waved to them when we had to turn a corner.
We just had to wait a few more minutes. Me and my brother sat next to each other on a brown chair. It was an ugly colour. My brother and I played computer games. Than we heard a sweet women('s) voice from the stereo. She told us that we need(ed) to go to the airplane. I still was afraid, it was my first time flying. It was a 9 hour fly (flight ipv 'fly').
We got into the plane. A stewardess gave me a small bag with a few pencils. We got to our places. I didn't want to move, I did not want to miss my friends for so long. I want(ed) to stay.
I cried and cried till I (no I) my tears were gone. When we arrived, I saw the beauty of the Island I feel ((felt ipv feel) the warmth of the air and I hear(d) the silence of the wind. It was amazing. It was lovely that I may (was allowed to ipv may) live there for 3 years. I made new friends and still had my old friends. I missed them of course. But I knew that good friends will stay forever.
Ziezo, hopelijk ben je hier iets mee!
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