This week I want to mention about my aunt ( my mother's sister). Because I am proud of her and I want to be like her. Because in spite of the difficulty she had to face, she didn't give up. She worked hard and she reached her goals.

After she graduated high scool, she couldn't win a good university. But she believed in herself and went on working for university entrance exam. She could have studied in a university for 2 years but she and my grandparents didn't want the two year-university. So she went on working. Finally she gained a good university and a good department.

She is a teacher for preschool children. She lives with her parents. She has a car and she has a good life. She owes her good life to her being hardworking. She is a good model for me. I follow her footsteps.

A couple of days ago, our neighbor told me about a really strange event she witnessed in the wedding ceremony of her cousin. Here is the story : it was a wonderful wedding, she started, everyone was enjoying the great music and atmosphere and everything was good till that moment when that noise was heard. An argument broke out between groom and photographer. At first nobody understood what was happening. And then, they went on the ceremony. But Selin,our neighbor, wondered what they were fighting about and as she was a good friend of the photographer, and asked him about it. The photographer told her that he had taken some pictures of the groom and a girl hugging and kissing each other and showed them to the groom telling that the bride would also learn about this. “He treated me not to show them to anyone and that’s why we fought” he said to Selin. While they were talking about this, they couldn’t notice that the bride was listening to them until she walked in tears and wanted to see those pictures. And she slapped the groom. It was shocking. At the end of these shocking event, the ceremony was over and they couldn’t get m arried.

I want to write something about my hometown. Ordu is small but it's a sweet place. It is composed of perfect blue and green. It's small and quiet but its nature makes it vigorous. Especially Fatsa is the most beautiful place in Ordu. Its blue is bluer than other blues and its green is greener than other greens. As you see is the pictures its colur is perfect. I admire its nature. It's a perfect place to live in. Besides its natural beauty, it has a historical beauty. There are some historical hauses, too.

According to a legend,There is a king in Fatsa and he had a daugther whose name is Fatisa. And his daughter used to live in Fatsa and so people named the place she used to live as Fatsa. I don't know how much it's true but I know that I love Fatsa so much. And I think you should see Fatsa :)

Our Lovely Home

We all know that building a house is so difficult. Today we built a house and it was so difficult. First of all, we found a suitable place ,we made boxes and we made these boxes larger. Then, we painted the boxes. But we had a problem: We didn't have a roof. And my group friends quickly made a roof then they painted the roof. Seda and I decorated the house. We made small seats and Seda also made small table. Our house was so sweet and we really loved it but we had to delete it. It was so nice to work with my friends. I had fun. And you can see our lovely house on the screen.

It is London. Michaelmas has lately been over, and the Lord Chencellor sits in Lincoln's Inn Hall. It's inplacable November weather. There is as much mud in the streets as if the waters has but it's newly retired from the face of the earth, and it won't be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus. It's forty feet long or so. Ther is smoke which is lowering down from chimney-pots. and it makes a soft, black drizzle and it has flakes of soot in it. It's as big as full grown snowflakes that are gone into mourning and one could imagine for the death of sun. Dogs are in a undisginguishable mire. Horses are scarcely better. They splash to their very blinkers. Foot passengers jostle one another's umbrellas in general infection of ill temper and they lose their foot-hold at street corners, where tens of other foot passengers have been slipping and sliding since the day broke(if this day has ever broken), adding new deposits to the crust upon crust of mud, sticking at those points tenaciously to the pavement, and accumulating at compound interest.