MEMORY CD

    Table of Contents

Autograph page…………………………………………………..Page 4

My Teachers………………………………………..Page 8

My Friends……………………………………..Page 9

Getting to know CIS………………………………………………………….Page 14

Year 1………………………………………………………………Page 15

Year 2…………………………………………………………Page 19

Year 3, 4 and 5……………………………………………………………..Page 24

And finally, Year 6……………………………………………………….Page 32

What I want Year 7 to be like………………………………………..Page 46

My achievements……………………………………….Page 47

Without You………………………………………………………..Page 48

Simply CIS…………………………………………………….Page 49

AUTOGRAPH PAGE

Ali–Chelsea, you are a smart and responsible person; to be honest, you are one of the best under-aged authors ever! You are always honest; when you do the wrong thing, you admit it. Finally, you are a great friend.

Ona–Chelsea is an excellent writer and very creative person.

Ife–Chelsea, you are a great writer. Your books are always interesting and really detailed and I realised you love reading, and that will even make you a better writer.

Ugo–You are a nice girl.

Richie (or Richmond)–Chelsea is a very great author and great dancer, sprinter and singer; you are a wonderful and professional Artist.

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Sopriala–Chelsea is an amazing artist and an amazing friend.

Amal–Chelsea is an inspiration!!!

Chantel–You have a great talent in art; you’re phenominal in art and you have a great personality. Besides being good at art you’re very smart and have a great singing voice.

Unique–You are an amazing drawer who is responsible, caring and respectful; you always do your best to become the best you can be and you have a strong commitment to finishing tasks given to you.

My Teachers

Year 1: Ms. Adaramola

Year 2: Mrs. Abor

Year 3: Mrs. Hampton

Year 4: Ms. Ojeiku

Year 5: Ms. Animasaun

Year 6: Mrs. Dosunmu

 Getting to know CIS

Hi! My name is Chelsea, and I want to tell you about my life in CIS so far.

We had just relocated to Lagos (from Port Harcourt) and moved into a giant Deluxe house. It reminded me of those lovely Roman villas, so it was good for me.

My parents told me I was going to a new school, so I wouldn’t see my old friends Viano and Zara Ojiako for a while. When my mother walked me up there, I saw pretty posters and busy teachers and fun new friends. Sure, I was a bit… apprehensiv, but I managed to make my classmates happy and make new friends, like Ona and Morenike. And my teacher was fun too: she was Mrs. Abor.

In Year 1, I did feel a little left out because I didn’t know anybody. In fact, I will tell you my exact thoughts at that moment: ‘Will they like me? Will I make them smile? Will they like me as a friend?’ Thinking about this really made me miss my old friends, and I wanted to go home.

The school itself was terrifying, and since it was for the younger stages, it was quite small, as the rest of the school was in a building across the road: it was like a school on stilts as the iron steps held it high in the sky. As you walked upon it, you could hear the creek, creek of the building, and when you got to the top, you would feel as if you were falling–the school and you with it.

But suddenly, someone came up to me, and since it was such a long time ago I couldn’t remember who it was. Despite that, the person said they wanted to play with me, and I knew what exactly was going on: I had made a new friend.

Back then I was a troublesome kid; I followed trouble and it always followed me. I felt like my friends were going to slip away, but I found new ones–and they just happened to be boys! And even though a lot of them were boys, I can only remember one, and that’s Adebare. He was nice, funny, and had a serious case of ADHD, but he was still okay–for a boy. =)

During the second and last term, I was learning a lot in CIS, and I felt comfortable in the school. Most of the time, I forgot

but that was a failure too. Crying to myself, I thought I would be trapped in the bathroom forever; counting the days till my skin faded to nothingness, leaving nothing but my thin bones in the same stall for many years to come. Thinking of another idea, I knelt down and gripped at the bottom of the stall door, and as it creaked open, I bounded with excitement: I was free.

That’s a story in Year 1 I will never forget. And now…for Year 2…

Year 2 was also a breeze. During the third term, people were in a buzz about the new school building. Rumors spread about the old school–including the rickety lower key stage building across the road–as fast as an infection, and the people in my class huddle around together talking about what the new school would be like.

“I heard it was huge!” said one classmate.

“I could see it from here,” squealed another. “It smells bad!”

I, on the other hand, sat quietly, drawing, as I always did. Even though I didn’t chat as much as my classmates did, I was still listening attentively to their conversation.  While they were talking and playing, I sat at my desk, when our teacher burst in. She told us that we were going to see the new school building. I couldn’t wait!

My classmates were right–it was enormous!

Reaching an astounding height, the building nearly scraped the clouds off the sky, and I bet if you stood on the roof (which by the way they had not finished), you could feel the softness of those floating fluffy sheepy looking clouds in the air. I could hear various noises around the building: the click-clack, bang-bang, ring-a-ding, clink-clink, whirring, buzzing, chatting, screaming, and especially hammering; all coincidentally joined to make the music of our new school. I could see the support beams keeping the balance of our school as we walked inside.

Inside, (if there was an inside when they were building it) I saw bleak and barren and empty rooms at my left and right. I saw as construction workers painted the walls thickly with paint–it was a creamy white colour that reminded me of vanilla ice cream, so I liked that, too.

Suddenly, something in the air reeked of cow manure. “What’s that?” I asked, scrunching up my nose. Our Year two teacher, Mrs. Abor explained to us that

My teacher in Year 5 was Miss Animasaun. She was always doing her hair pretty every time she walked into the class, and I wondered, “How does someone change their hair every day? Do they stay up all night?” It really confused me!

There were desks now; no more chair bags. I had to put my name on my books and table like I have always done for the past four years. During the first term, we were talking about the body and ancient civilizations. Last year, there was a science experiment, but we didn’t do that in Year 5.

Student Council memberships were coming up, and I wanted to be a part of it. As far as I know, there are two main children Authorities: Student Council (run by kids) and the prefects (run by kids–and also sometimes teachers). I didn’t want to wait a full year before I became a prefect! It had to be Student Council this year! It couldn’t wait!

Crazy Hair Day!

Crazy Hair Day was the best! We dyed our hair, put on wigs, made it go all the way up, and even stuck things into it! And then we had a little fashion line kind of thing. It was like a runway in the middle of screaming children on the ground floor, the first floor and the second. 

We also made our socks silly, stuffing them with balls and wearing multiple socks.

SWIMMING GALA

Swimming Gala was fun too! Even though I was really scared, I did it! I couldn’t swim without coming up for fresh air, and I’ve always been doing that as long as I have been in the water.

I do not know who won because I left before the Gala finished. I just know that it was a whole lot of fun!!!

Year 6c Assembly

Our assembly was about the heart, its four chambers, and blood components. I was a red blood cell, there were white blood cells, plasma, and platelets. We also did Haikus (Japanese poems) on our components. Let me give you an example of a haiku:

The autumn leaves dance;

Falling from the trees up high;

Resting on the ground.

Haikus have to have 17 syllables: five for the first line, seven for the second and five again for the third.

Diversity Day in 6c

Diversity day in Year 6 was such fun! We all dressed up in traditional costumes, and brought traditional food. It was fun to see everyone show that they care about their religions!

My Achievements

• I became a prefect;

• I improved in my Math and comprehension levels;

• I am able to showcase my art and writing skills to my class;

• I improved tremendously on my handwriting and reduced making mistakes;

• I can sing and dance more confidently;

• And I got so much better at writing wonderful short stories.

Without You

Would it be the same,

Licking ice-cream alone,

With no one to munch the cone,

Without you?

Would it be great,

Playing chess,

And arguing who’s best,

Without you?

Would it be nice,

To move up another grade,

And talk about the previous memories we’ve made?

Without you?