Here are the examples of recount made by my students when I did my research. If you wanna use as your teaching material, you may copy, but if you wanna claim that it's yours. Don't try, please...
God is still Kind to Me
God is still Kind to Me
Dizzy, tired and fed up. It has been three years I'm hiding my sickness. Now I'm beat, but I still need to go to school and try concentrating to take the lessons. My best friend asked me, ”what happen with you? You look pale, are you sick?” and I answered, “I’m okay, only tired”.
I didn't go home. I attended an extra curricular activity. When I gathered with my friends, my chest was hurting, “oh my God, why do I need to feel this suffering everyday? I just want to hang out together with my friends, my family, everybody... I don't want my best friends know this".
Talking of the devil, my best friends was there waiting for me by the front gate. I then went home with him, but then suddenly my body was trembling, my head was spinning, and blood spurting out from my nose. I fainted unconscious, and was brought to hospital by my best friend
Before informing my parents, I asked the doctor and he said. "you are suffering a heart cancer. Your heart is continuously getting weaker, and I'm afraid you can't hold much longer. We must conduct a surgery as soon as possible."
I took my cellphone and called my parents. They soon arrived at the hospital; arriving in the state of shock and pity on my condition, with all the life sustaining equipments stuck on my body.
One week has passed, and I've been unconscious for I went into a coma. Everyday, my friends watched over me. He even bring me some food, "I made that for you," he said.
Then finally my parents agreed to conduct the surgery. I obviously wanted the operation to go well, but God has stated the otherwise... I was not recovered from my sickness, and now I am being embraced by God, picking me up, to go "back to where I came from."
Late for School
I’m always on time for school. I have never been late for my lesson. But last Saturday. I was very late. Let me tell you why.
At six thirty morning, I was looking for my shoe. My right shoe was in my room, but my left shoe was missing. At seven to quarter o’clock, my little brother was going past my door. Look !!! what was on her foot !!! my shoe !! he was playing with it.
I was six minutes late but my teacher was not angry with me. She told me to hand in my exercise book and I did it. I hung down my head and did not say a word. My little brother gave me much trouble.
For the link, later I'll add to appreciate the author although the better ones are my editing. These are still their idea.
to be continuued.. hoaaammmbh
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