Here is a model composition suitable for Primary 5 - "Being forgetful." Below you will find an essay (DRAFT 2) written by one of our students. Our students go through multiple drafts. What you will find in this blogpost is the improved final draft of the composition. Being forgetful composition.
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Model composition: Being forgetful
Student: Nicole Zhu, P5 (Improved version)
Pictures given: Spectacles / Glasses
Being forgetful composition (Primary 3)
Nicole Zhu, Yishun Primary
Student: Nicole Zhu
Picture used: Spectacles / Glasses
I searched high and low and combed every corner of my bag. I rummaged noisily in my bag, frantically searching for my glasses. “It must be here somewhere!” the teacher-in-charge rushed us impatiently, then staring back at me, waiting for me to make my way into the examination hall. Oh no! Without my glasses, I am as blind as a bat! Today was an important exam. Little did I know something good was about to happen.
However, I had no time to continue searching and had to take my exam. Leaving no other choice, I sighed as I walked into the exam hall. As the exam commenced, pens scratched against paper, sweat trickled down my forehead.
I squinted my eyes and could barely see any words as I leafed through the contents of the paper. My eyes blurred with tears as I studied very hard the past few weeks to prepare for this exam but now, I was sure I would fail. My shoulders sagged in defeat.
To make matters worse, what the teacher said next exacerbated my anxiety. “All of you have five more minutes left!” With my heart slamming against my chest, I wrung my hands in anxiety. Out of the blue, I felt something in my pocket. I fished out my spectacles. I heaved a sign of relief. Wasting no time, I grabbed my pen and finished my exam paper.
After this incident, I learnt my lesson on forgetfulness. I gave an audible sigh of relief. This memory would forever be etched in the deep recesses of my mind. What if I had never found my glasses? What if I had failed? I thought to myself that those questions were best left unanswered.
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