Wednesday, 30 May 2012
Eastern Zones Cross Country
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Tuesday, 29 May 2012
One of my favourite poems
Violet Buregarde
Did any of you ever know
a person
called Ms.Violet?
This dreadful woman saw
no wrong in chewing,
chewing all day long for
years and years
This dreadful woman saw
no wrong in chewing,
chewing all day long for
years and years
she chewed away
consuming fifty
packs a day
and the price she
has to pay for going so very far astray
is turning into a blueberry
is turning into a blueberry
so please, Oh please,
we beg you to only chew two times a day.
A poem that I like by Nea
we beg you to only chew two times a day.
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Tuesday, 22 May 2012
Tessellations
As
part of our inquiry, we have been finding out about tessellations.
What
do you know about Islamic Art? How do Islamic artists represent images of the
world?
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Dance Workshop
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Thursday, 17 May 2012
The Cave of Lascaux
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Monday, 14 May 2012
Escher
Labels:
Escher,
maths,
patterns,
tessellation
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Thursday, 10 May 2012
kirsties short story
Lozo
Where is Lozo? I have looked all around the house and
outside. This is not like him, usually he’s curled up on my bed and being as
lazy as possible. I peer out my window nervously, hoping to catch a glimpse of
him but he’s nowhere to be seen. I am getting worried now.
I need to get to school; he’s going to make me late. If
he’s not home in 15 minutes I will be in big trouble. I lie on my bed and hope
for a miracle. The hands on the clock tick around slowly.
Reowww hisssssssss!
I know he’s back. I bolt straight to the door. A rush
of relief floods through me. Lozo pads noisily through the cat flap. He looks
petrified. His fur sticking straight up, as if he had been electrocuted. Eyes
wide and innocent, half of his body soaking wet.
He shakes his fur, splattering water everywhere.
Little muddy foot prints mark the white tiles.
“Have you been into the neighbour’s fish pond?” I ask
him kindly. He looks at me as if I am stupid. I sigh. The neighbour storms up
to our front door.
UH OH! I answer the door.
A flurry of paws scrabbling the water right above me. I swish my golden
fins, quickly darting behind a mossy weed. SPLOSH! A grey mass of fur hits the
water, splashing wildly to the edge of the pond. ANIMALS INVADING!!
Sharp claws searching the water eagerly. Frantic bubbles emerge from the
depths below me, where the turtles dawdle.
My neighbour is
fuming, an argument settles in.
“It’s not his fault” I shout
“Yes it is, he scared my fish!”
“Well that’s what cats do”
“No its-“
Mum storms in, interrupting the argument, “What’s the
matter?” she demands
“He’s blaming me for Lozo going in the fish pond!”
“WHAT?” my neighbour splutters.
“Everybody calm down!” Mum shouts.
“Hey people” my sister says, casually walking into the
room
“I think you’d better go now” Mum said to the
neighbour.
I purr lazily, stretching out on the couch to make myself as long as
possible. These days no-one appreciates my fine work. I deserve better than
this despicable mess. I glare at everybody who passes me. What’s wrong with my people?
Sadly I am grounded for arguing with my neighbour. Mum
just doesn’t understand. For once Lozo looks sympathetic. I stroke him, he’s
purring playfully. Waiting for me to play chase with him, a pleading look in
his eyes.
By Kirstie
Labels:
literacy
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Readings from Fantastic Mr Fox
We are learning to use the characters voices as they speak in the book.
I was trying to come up with voices for the characters. I thought of my family as being the Mr Fox family and I compared their voices.
Our name is Matariki and Mahutonga. We are a blogging group from Worser Bay School in Wellington, New Zealand.
Wednesday, 9 May 2012
Our name is Matariki and Mahutonga. We are a blogging group from Worser Bay School in Wellington, New Zealand.
Questioning
We have been learning different comprehension strategies.
Remember: You’ve got to ask questions about what you’ve read to
understand the text.
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Making Connections
We
have been learning different comprehension strategies.
“Making
Connections is like a bridge. A bridge connects things. You can use your prior
knowledge to help you to connect the world to the text."
Our name is Matariki and Mahutonga. We are a blogging group from Worser Bay School in Wellington, New Zealand.
Tuesday, 8 May 2012
Readings from Roald Dahl Novels
George’s Marvellous Medicine
In
reading groups we are reading novels by Roald Dahl.
We
are focusing on using the characters voice as we read.
Our name is Matariki and Mahutonga. We are a blogging group from Worser Bay School in Wellington, New Zealand.
Monday, 7 May 2012
Jumping into Lava
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Cross Country
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Friday, 4 May 2012
My Maths Strategy
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