Leigh in Azerbaijan

I was proud of my students today.  They brainstormed this creative paragraph on the data projector, to describe being bored in a library, as part of our unit on communicating our emotions called Deal With It.  (The Principal is resisting the next unit being called Get A Life.)  They voted to situate it in a library.  On completion they were itching to show the paragraph to our school librarian for a laugh as the one in this story is not at all attractive.   Well done P8s!

This library was the one that most cool school kids flee from.  There were horribly dusty shelves.  When people sneezed, dust exploded into people’s faces.  Everything was old, especially the librarian.  She was wrinkled like a tortoise and had warts like a witch.  Her hair was as white as mist.  Specks of dandruff fell from her hair and mingled with the dust.  The books on the shelves looked like they came from the Roman Empire because if you touched the pages they disintegrated at the edges.  They were also just for adults. The writing was microscopic and seemed to be in ancient gibberish. It looked as if the books hadn’t been checked out for ages because no-one could understand them.   The only sound was the silence pulsing through the bookshelves.   Strangely, everywhere there was a carpet of torn pages lying everywhere, like wounded people in a hospital during a war.   There were spider webs on the pages on the floor.  Some of the pages looked as if they had been eaten by termites and vomited back out.   The library looked like a gigantic toilet for mice.