Elfriede Witschel
Workshop mit Andrew Wright
20.6. und 21 6. 2000

Teilnehmende Klassen: 1A, 1B, 1D, 1E, 2C, 2D, 5A, 5D, 5E

Bereits zum 4. Mal arbeitete der in Ungarn lebende britische Geschichtenerzähler Andrew Wright mit Schülerinnen und Schülern unserer Schule.
Unter seiner Anleitung entwickelten die 1. und 2. Klassen entweder Phantasiegeschichten, die sie nach dem Workshop im Unterricht zu Papier brachten und illustrierten, oder wurden angeleitet, die ersten Seiten eines pop-up Buches anzufertigen, das später im Unterricht fertiggestellt wurde.
Die 5. Klassen arbeiteten an Charakteren, Ort und Erzählkern einer Kurzgeschichte.

„The Special Apple"
Written and illustrated by: Anja Zechner, Lena Aspernig, Johanna Schlaminger and Anna Hude (1D)

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Once upon a time there was a woman called Lydia. She was 25 years old. Lydia was in the middle of a big forest. It was sunny but in the forest it was dark. Lydia wanted to catch a parrot for breakfast.
She climbed a tree. On the tree there was a squirrel, but it ran away. Then she saw a snake and Lydia ran away.
Then she found a special apple. When Lydia ate the apple she turned into a dragon.
At this moment a young man came. The man killed the dragon. So the dragon turned into Lydia again.
She saw the man’s blue trousers. She was afraid because she didn’t want to be an animal again.

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The man said," I love you, do you want to marry me, you are so beautiful!"
So Lydia married the man and they are very happy.

Lisa Pohl (5A) A Story

Kathy was sitting on her bed and looked out of the window. She watched some children who were playing, and she felt lonely. Why did nobody want to have a friend like her? Why did all her classmates make jokes about her? Only because she didn’t want to laugh about some of the others? Because she was sensible, shy and good at school? Because she didn’t want to do silly and crazy things? Or because of what?
Kathy was so sad that she forgot that she had got some wonderful friends. She wanted to forget these sad thoughts and started to think if she had got homework or something to learn. No, not today. Kathy looked at her tidied-up room. She liked it when her room was tidy because then she couldn’t lose anything and in her view the room also looked better that way. Kathy took a book and started to read.
Suddenly the door opened and a well-built girl with brown hair and brown eyes came in. She was also thirteen years old and she was as tall as Kathy. It was her cousin Susan. Susan looked at Kathy and smiled. A small, dark, tidied-up room and Kathy who was reading a book. That was typical of her.
Kathy felt bad and she was afraid. Afraid of Susan‘s mean jokes and her mean words.
Susan was the opposite of Kathy because she was loud, always did whatever she wanted to, was a know-it-all and she thought that she was the best, especially better than Kathy. Maybe she is better than me, Kathy thought, but she is one of the meanest people I know. It seemed that Susan loved to be nasty to Kathy and she also knew how to hurt her.
Susan smiled again. It wasn’t a lovely smile but it was a ridiculing smile which said, "I’m sorry that you are such an unsuccessful girl.".
Kathy felt deeply hurt. If Susan had been the only one who thought like that about her, it wouldn’t have hurt her, but many others thought like that. She felt tears coming.
"Why are you sad?", Susan asked in a very friendly way. Did she really want to listen to her? No, there was this smile again and Kathy got angry. If she said another word she would start crying. Kathy decided to be strong. Susan wanted to hurt her but she shouldn’t be successful. Kathy put her book onto her bed and wanted to go but Susan didn’t let her.
"What’s the use of being good at school?", she said in a devaluating way," Look at you, you are nobody without anybody who cares about you. Look at me, I have got fun and everybody likes me. Oh, you are the teachers‘ pet, they care about you, lovely! And your books and your marks... It must be a super life, so..."
That was enough. Kathy hit Susan and ran away. She ran out of the house and into the park. There she fell down behind a tree and finally started crying. Why was Susan so nasty? I’m not alone, I have got friends and... She stopped. Some minutes ago she thought that she had got nobody and now she thought that she had got someone. Yes, she had got friends, wonderful friends. Fewer than Susan had got but better friends, friends who always listened to her. Susan was only jealous and angry, because Susan’s parents always compared her marks with Kathy’s, and Kathy had got very much better ones.
But is it my fault?, Kathy thought, Is it my fault??? Suddenly she felt a hand touching her shoulder and she looked up. It was her friend Mary and she wanted to help Kathy. Kathy hugged her. She kept on crying but she felt better, because now she knew that there were some people who liked her and who would help her. That was a wonderful feeling.  


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