As is apparent from his initial comments, Shiv somewhat struggled to stay focussed to the task of writing a given piece...
He slowly warmed up to the processes...
...and needed some amount of individual supervision....
The Work:
The transition to the approach of writing seemed to have shifted....
He slowly warmed up to the processes...
...and needed some amount of individual supervision....
The Work:
THE RESSLESS MACHINE IN THE FACTORY
By Shiv Udipi
One night I slept on the bed. In my dream I was in a factory, still, a silent machine. Then people came to use me but they used me in a very bad way. I was hurt, angry, ressles. I was the only electric machine in the factory, lonely. I felt like running out of the dream. Then I fell I had a backpain then the people came in a truck and took me back to the factory.I had a realization that I was useful. Wooh! At last my dream ended. The next day in school we lernt about a machine.The eighth chapter “The ressless machine in the factory.’ What a disaster.
The transition to the approach of writing seemed to have shifted....
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