Carmen Ti.docx

Are you broken?

I’m going to talk about why and how many times I’ve broken my bones. All started with a little brat, she had 4 years old, she loved candies, loved singing Timbiriche songs and playing basketball. Yes! You guessed it! That brat was me, so let’s start with the story. The story starts when my mom decided to take me to kinder garden registration then, we decided to go to eat some quesadillas. After this, the first tragedy came on. My mom took me to the swings, I’ve always enjoyed speed, and the swing was very fast and very high that I lost my balance, I fell off the swing and I fractured my both arms. The next tragedy happened when I was 12 and I saved my friend's head and she didn’t die, but I broke my left arm again. The third tragedy happened when I was playing basketball with my friends, somebody pushed me and I heard “crack” then I knew that my finger and arm were broken again. Finally, when I went to

Sky

Zone

to

jump,

I

clumsily

broke

my

ankle

(that

was

very

shameful).

This may sound crazy but it has been a funny experience!

Nava Zacarías María del Carmen

Commented [AM1]: I SUGGEST YOU USING HYPHENS, CARMEN, SINCE THIS IS A COMMENTARY. -that was very shameful.

RUBRIC Score Title Number of words (180-200) Grammar & Vocabulary from On Screen B2+’s Modules 1 and 2 Cohesion and coherence Format (Arial 12, 1.5-line spacing, single register)

2/2 2/2 1/2 2/2 2/2 Total 9/10