Science Fair Author : TVESA PAREKH

 Science Fair

Author : TVESA PAREKH

Hi guys, I hope you al are fine. So today we are going to talk about science fair. I am sure you all know what is science fair so today I will be telling first experience of science fair where I took a part. Guys I am super excited to share my topic with you all. So now let's start.


We just had an amazing science fair down in my previous school It was really fun elementary and middle school kids worked really hard on the their projects. Mine was about how the moon affects the tides my dad helped me with the research and decorating my board it was fun learning about the moon and the tides.

The challenging part of the science fair was choosing a topic. Another thing that was difficult was finding all the research for my board. The night before I was nervous about how might not get my science fair project done but after a while of work me and my dad finished the project I was so tired but excited that my project was done. Me and my dad went over what I was going to say to the teachers, I explained my research and answered my teacher's questions. It was fun talking to kids and them telling me about their experiment and what they were trying to prove and read their data it was intresting to see what every one came up with.

I may have lost but it was fun working on the project and I hope I can do another project like that one again soon.

I hope you liked my descriptive writing. I will be coming soon with another blog.
Bye


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