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Graffiti Writers Strike Again

  • Engelsk
  • 1.g el. lign.
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Graffiti Writers Strike Again er en engelsk-opgave fra 2008 til 1.g el. lign., afleveret til karakteren 7. Fylder 2 sider (788 ord, ca. 3 min. læsning) og blev publiceret 14. januar 2010.

En ung dreng, der føler sig ensom og mobbet i skolen, finder et uventet fællesskab og en ny identitet blandt en gruppe graffitikunstnere. Opgaven beskriver hans transformation fra en usikker dreng til en selvsikker graffitimaler, der finder sin plads i verden. Historien udforsker temaer som venskab, mod og kreativitet.

Redaktørens vurdering
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En velstruktureret og rørende novelle om en drengs rejse fra mobbeoffer til graffitikunstner. God fortælling med et klart budskab.
Struktur
10
Faglig dybde
7
Kilder
12
Fuldstændighed
12
  • graffiti
  • identitet
  • kreativitet
  • mobning
  • novelle
  • selvudfoldelse
  • ungdom
  • venskab

I was bored. My life as an ordinary boy was bored. I wasn’t during anything in my spare time. I didn’t had anywhere to go. I was bad at everything. The school was the worst place, I was the most wanted! I didn’t had any friends and at my house everything sucked! Almost everyday I came home crying, because of the other boys from the school. This was my life!

It was the final day before the summer vacation and it was the worst day in my life! The other boys from the school always teased me, and when it was the last day before the summer vacation I knew I was going to be bad, very bad! I was probably going to get wet pants.

The ring belled. We had vacation, but first I knew that I had to get out of the schoolyard if I could. I went down the stairs and waited until a quite big mass of people would come. It was tactical. In the school time I had leaned a lot of things to “survive” the schoolyard. One of them was to go between all the other ordinary people and hope not to be seen. I had leaned that it didn’t helped to sneak to get out, because then I only would be seen more easily. Suddenly the big mass of people came and I used the chance. I pushed myself between all the other, to get as much in the middle as possible. In the schoolyard all the “bad boys” was at there normal, almost tactical places. I had now went the most of the way to the free exit and I haven’t been seen yet. It felt good. It wasn’t that often that I “survived” the schoolyard. I got nearer and nearer the exit. Suddenly it all didn’t seemed that bright. All the “bad boys” was around me and I knew they had seen me! There was nothing to do. The big mass of people I was standing in was suddenly gone and I was the only one back! This time it was the big turn, very big. I had never been so wet in my pants and I had never cried that much.

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