OKS

When we were in the eighth class, we were studying for OKS. This exam's aim is to measure students' intelligent and knowledge. Thus it determines students' schools. Some students can go to anatolian teacher trainig high school. some students go to anatolian high school.
I didn't care about it. So I didn't study so much. But my friends studied. While they were studying, I was watching tv. My parents always got angry with me. They said "You should study. Otherwise you aren't able to pass the exam.". I found them right, but nevertheless I continued not to care.
My course gave us so many homeworks. I did them. But other than that not much. My teacher said to my mother that my chances of winning a good school were very little. Nobody expected me to win a good school. But I changed my mind due to that remarks. And I started to study two months before the exam.
Because less time remains for the exam, we often had tests. My results weren't still enough to win Edremit Anatolian High School. Finally I attended the exam. My result was higher than we expected. I was able to go to Balıkesir Anatolian Teacher Trainig High School. It requires more score. I achieved. Everybody was shocked. I and my parents were glad. But my teacher was disappointed as she predicted wrong. Because of that I was more glad.

There was a big meal arranged for the politicians and nobles of England in a restaurant in New York. It was a gorgeous and really luxurious restaurant and it always hosts to wealthy people. Mrs. Marville was sitting in her office silently. And she was unaware of what would happen later.

The customers were enjoying their meals. And they were discussing social and economic problems of their country. Then three men appeared in restaurant’s door and walked in wordlessly. They sat to a table and ordered their meals. While they were waiting their orders to come, they were whispering each other as if they had been talking about something which was top secret. After the big meal ended, nobles started to drink their whiskeys as they were chatting. Suddenly, one of the three men who last came to the restaurant stood up and took out the gun. Then the sound was heard. ‘Bom!’. The silence was broken. Everyone started to shout and tried to escape with fear. Mrs. Marville , the manager of the restaurant, run in order to find out what had happened. One of the politicians was lying down in blood. He was dead.

Internet Addiction

Nowadays everybody uses internet and most of them are addicted to internet. They use messenger, facebook.. They are always online. When they aren't, they always think that they can be online. If they can't be online for a long time, they feel like dead. They imagine that they are online.
People who have an internet addiction spend their time by being in internet. Their life is based on internet. They do all their necessities in internet. They can be only socializied in internet. They lose their ability to talk with their friends face to face. Their net-friends are more important than their normal friends.
They spend such a lot of time in internet that they delay normal things they should do. An example for that is eating. They eat their food when they are online. Their communication with their family is too bad. Because they can't find time to spend with them and they don't get upset for them. They get upset when they are far from internet. For example when the electric cuts off, their life finishes and they feel that their life lose meaning.
Their addictions can not be never treated. They can leave this habit when they die. We should be careful not to be addicted. We should control ourselves and be obstacle for ourselves.

Making A House

While we were making a house, firstly we used "build" button. We select cube. We made four wall, one floor and one roof. While we were making the walls, floor, roof, we made each of them suitable for each other and we resized them. Then by using "edit" button we chose their colour and we finished.

Charles Dickens - Paragraph 1

It was a rainy Thursday night in London. The feast of St. Michael the Archangel was lately over and the Lord of Chancellor was sitting in Lincoln’s Inn Hall anxiously. There was harsh November weather outside.There was so much mud in the streets that one would think the earth had just been out of a very heavy rainfall and it would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus which has roughly forty feet long, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Halborn Hill. As smoke was lowering down from chimney-pots, it was making a spongy mizzle, with flakes of soot in it. It was as big as full-grown snowflakes,which had gone into mourning, one can imagine for the sunset.Dogs were undistinguishable in swamp.Horses were scarcely better and splashed to their very blinkers.Foot passengers were pushing each other’s umbrellas in a general infection of ill temper, and lost their foot-hold at street-corners, where tens of thousands of other foot passengers have been slipping and sliding since the day broke.(if this day ever broke).They added new deposit to the crust upon crust of mud, stuck at those points, continually to the pavement and accumulated at complex interests.