Hello Blog 3, and welcome back readers! Whoops. I always end up doing my blog last minute.
On Monday we had our first game day of the year! Since we were a larger class, Miss separated us into two halves, and on the first subject, the first group would play griddle while we played Scrabble.
I was teamed up with Kuk in Scrabble, and we were in the lead for most of the game until Summer's team placed a winning word at the end of the round that put them first.
Next up, Griddle! The aim of the game was to beat the other team's score, which we weren't allowed to know. They kept telling us that they got 500, less than 300, roughly 600 to mislead us. We ended up getting up to 300-something. I don't remember. Luckily, that was enough to beat their 251.
The next day, on Tuesday, we had silent seatwork-ing. The long five pages were quite overwhelming, and we couldn't finish it in time.
This week's AEP sessions were my favourite so far, I had been craving a game day for so long and Monday was perfect :D
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