Thursday, March 29, 2018

Home Links- My Whenua

Science- balloon in jar with Mr Cook!


Today we had Mr Cook and we did some science. First you need a jar, butter, hot water, tea towel, balloon, and a pencil. you cover the balloon with butter then tip hot water into the jar put the tea towel on the top of the jar and shake it. Take the tea towel off and push the balloon into the jar. To get the balloon out put the pencil next to the balloon and pull the balloon and pencil out. 

Monday, March 26, 2018

Weekend journal

My Weekend!
On Friday I didn't go to school since I was sick, Saturday I was feeling better so I played sing star with Thomas and cleaned the house with Mum. Mum dropped Thomas and I at Holly's house on Sunday. At Holly's we played games with sapphire and Tyson. When we got home Mum and I planned to go to Nelson one weekend in April.

Thursday, March 22, 2018

Home links- Instructional writing and origami.

Refugee freeze frame

 For my reading this week I did a freeze frame from the novel Refugee. I did this with Jakob as the gunmen, Bridget as Ruthy, Kahi as Josef, Me as Josef's mother and Mary as photographer. We did 3 different scenes from Josef's story we did the one where the mother is dropping the money, the one where the mother is passing the earrings to the German solider, and the one where the German has Ruthy and Josef and making the mother choose who will be free and who will go to a concentration camp.



Monday, March 19, 2018

Refugee activity- freeze frame.




For my reading this week Thomas, Eden, Jakob, Kahi, Cameron, and I did a freeze frame of our novel Refugee. I was the camera man, Kahi was the Dad, Thomas was the Mum, Jakob was Waleed, Cameron was Mahmoud, and Eden was the taxi driver. We did the scene where Mahmoud's family is in the taxi and the  taxi driver is pointing a gun at them.

Weekend journal

My Weekend journal 
On Saturday Dad, Thomas, Rose-elle, and I went to moonlight hall to be marshals for the triathlon and biathlon. We stood at a certain place to guide everyone to go the right way, and make sure the walkers were walking not running or jogging. On Sunday we just stayed home watching T.V and I read most of my book in my new hut that I built. That night we stayed up to watch movies. 

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Metaphor poem about my family!

For home links I did a metaphor poem about my family

Dad is a Lion, king of the jungle, protecting his pride
Mum is a handbag holding everything we need handing out her knowledge
Shohn is a cheetah racing through the meadow
Connar is a race car once he starts he will finish
Elizabeth is a pencil when she touches the paper  there is nothing stopping her
Rose-elle is a book filled with excitement, knowledge, and joy
Emily is a warrior fighting all the challenges in her way
Thomas is a remote controlling the way he learns
Dad is a tool box with everyone in it to fix anything
Mum is a lioness caring for her cubs and loving them
The Ross family is a flock of birds, a pack of wolves, and a pod of dolphins we will always stick together.





Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Quick write- Reading/writing




Lily
Lives 76 lilypad street

October the 30th

Something weird happened last night, I was just eating popcorn while scrolling down netflix to find a movie on my laptop I stopped to look at a row of movies the first one was The Conjuring. My laptop started to smoke then it had this loud piercing sound like it was screaming, the screen went black then it started to flash blue and black. I closed it and it grew quiet, my heart was beating, what just happened to my laptop? I calmed myself down and I soon thought nothing of it. I drifted off to sleep. Loud talking woke me, I was confused because I sleep in a caravan and I just live with my mum. This could only means 2 things Mum is talking to herself outside of my caravan again or I am asleep on the couch and mum is on the phone, but I remember falling asleep in my caravan right after my laptop went weird. The 2 voices I heard were 2 different people a man and a women. The woman had a smooth, soft voice nothing like my mother. The man had a deep, rough voice nothing like any man that has been over before. I rubbed my eyes, and got up to walk outside to see what was going when I realized that I was not in my caravan or in my house I have never seen this room in my life. Wait could it be? No that is impossible, is it? It would make sense, I mean the talking, the room, and my laptop ofcourse, my laptop it did something weird and must of pulled me in one of the movies I saw in the row of movies I stopped at. I really hope it isn’t The Conjuring. No I am going insane, this is impossible. I rubbed my eyes again but nothing happened, I pinched myself to see if it was in a dream but again nothing happened. I walked out of the room to go to the toilet but I got lost on the way because I didn’t know the house. It was pitch black and I tripped over something but nothing was in my path, I just thought that I tripped over my own feet. I heard laughs, creaks, dogs barking, and crying. I ran out the door and fell into hole, no not a hole a grave. The house was right next to a graveyard. It was around 12.30am and the tombstones started cracking and dirt was being flung on me. Im going to chuck this journal out of the grave and hopefully someone finds this and knows what happened to me the night before halloween. (This is the person who found her journal) That is what I found my new address 76 lilypad street on the night my laptop went weird on the night before halloween.