Wednesday, 25 July 2018

Term 3, Welcome Back

Welcome back to term 3, 2018. I hope you had an awesome holiday and and enjoy being back. Here are some things I had done throughout the holidays.

First on Saturday my mum and drove over to Christchurch  and flew up to New Plymouth to visit my uncle Andy, my aunty Bridgy and my baby cousin Claire, who is 5 months old.
   


 

I also went to the mining protest on the Taramakau Bridge opening and I helped at the Grey District library's Mad Hatter's Tea Party. 
                                         
                                                                                   

Sunday, 1 July 2018

My School Jobs/Responsibilities

At school we all take up our own jobs and responsibilities. I'm going to tell you mine and explain a little bit about what I have to do.

Bus Monitor: Some students have to take a bus to school. The two oldest that have been on the bus the longest will become the bus monitors. We have to remind people about the rules and make sure everyone is safe.

Librarian: We organise competitions and look after and work in the school library.

Notices: At the end of the day, if there are any notices to hand out, as people walk out to the gate, I hand them out to them.

As being a part of the seniors at the school, it is our job to help the junior kids out and help in the junior class

Monday, 18 June 2018

My Haybale Problem- DLO

WALT: Figure out the mass without making in with the cubes, Can you find the answer without modelling with rods and paper. We are also making more DLOs for our learning.

Tuesday, 29 May 2018

Recipes



This term our topic is Baking/cooking. For our second activity you had to write down some recipes you like in the way you would find them in a recipe book. You could work by yourself or in a group and i'm in a group with Caitlyn and Kurt. I hope you enjoy this and maybe try some of these recipes out

Acrostic Poems- Respect

This week in every classroom  we had an activity to do with one of our school values, Respect. In ruma waru we did some acrostic poems about respect.  Here is mine, I hope you enjoy it

Responsibility is taken seriously
Equal rights should be showen
Stand up,  show yourself, don't be scared
Positive behavior
Encouragement to do the right thing
Control yourself
Take the time to help others in need

Wednesday, 2 May 2018

Exode Writing

We have been writing video stories. We were given three stories and I chose Exode, hope you enjoy.
Exode

The house was a trembling mess, the walls begin splitting, dust was sprinkled  from the roof. We had to leave. Mother grabbed Little Brother and father assured his parents out. The taste of dust wandered around in my mouth, what a taste. As we ran out around the corner we suddenly fell to the ground then were flown into the sky to land with a thud, what was happening? We came across a cluster of other villagers who had an injured child who was being carried by back. We saw hills collapsing to the floor of the earth, the smell of old musty sandstone was all around us.
Everyone had now gathered together, the chief and wise men gathered to come to a decision, they had to leave their home. We wandered forward wondering what would come across ahead on their path. Our shadows were in front of us, night must be dawning. As our only light source slowly crept away, the noise of the animals grew stronger until we found a solitaire cub on the path. His parents must have been near, we had to go back. Once out of the bush, we turned around and went onward.
Wolf’s howls echoed through the canyons, Crickets flew all about us, clicking and buzzing about. After all the trudging around we finally came to an edge, but what was the edge for?, there was no cliff in sight forward on. The men gathered again to decide if we should go down this hill/cliff, it was not to steep but many elderly would get suck. Chief leaned over the edge with his men holding him back, just trying to see what was down there and hoping there was another ruote, then all of a sudden, a tremendous bird swooped down and plucked him up as if he was an unwanted hair on an arm. The bird had flown out of sight and fog was building up around us. A ghostly feeling was within the area.
AAAHHH!’...

THE END