The Dark Side of Mrs Stretch

An angry lady wrapped in chocolate clothing storms into the room. She gives the area, and its inhabitants, a glare that would freeze the toes off a polar bear. Masses of make-up create a veil that makes her face unrecognisable. Her purple convex glasses lower as her wrinkly face scowls in unattractive disgust. Coldly, she brushes back a loose strand of her blonde hair, without ever once releasing the deadlock stare that emits from her two emerald eyes. In a ranting fury, she stomps her left foot down with such force the floorboards below creak in protest. "SIT DOWN!" she roars in a berating tone that seems to hold all the authority of fate itself.

Well, I'll chew ma own head off, it's Mrs Stretch!

Character Discription

I look through a crack in the door. I see a girl with brown, frizzy, messy hair. Her brown, happy eyes are full of life. Her small, oval ears listening to the radio. Her rounded nose smells the pellet fire burning  away in the room. Her mouth is in the form of a smile shouting "HELLO!" Her strong shoulders are relaxed while holding her bag, bus card, keys and phone. Her skin reflects her personality. Her long, skinny arms are stronger than they look. Her skinny body wears tight clothing- blue jeans, black t-shirt, walking shoes and a jersey. Her long legs add extra height onto her. Her name is Emily. Her effect on others is happy-ness. Her opinions are "feet are another alien." She feels happy, it shows. As I walk through the door she shouts "HELLO!"

METRIC CONVERSION RAP : Try to compose your own.

Some Cool Recipes

I've found some awesome recipes from http://www.chelsea.co.nz/  , http://recipes.milkfreekids.com/  and loads more.

These are some of my favourite recipes:

Treacle Gingerbread Men

Ingredients

125g butter, softened
½ cup Chelsea Soft Brown Sugar
½ cup Chelsea Treacle
1 egg yolk
2 ½ cups flour
1 Tbsp ground ginger
1 tsp mixed spice
1 tsp baking soda

Method

Pre-heat oven to 160˚C. Line two baking trays with cooking paper. Beat butter andsugar together until creamy add treacle and egg yolk and beat until well combined. Sift over dry ingredients and mix in well. Turn mixture out onto a lightly floured surface and knead together to make a soft dough. Wrap in cling film and chill for 30 minutes. Roll outdough between two sheets of baking paper or cling film until approx. 3 mm thick, stamp out shapes using cookie cutters and arrange on the lined trays. Bake for about 15-20 minutes until golden brown, remove from the oven and allow to cool and harden. Cool completely then decorate with icing. Excess dough can be re-rolled and cut out.

For icing glaze:
Beat 1 egg white until frothy then add approx. 1 ½ cups icing sugar and squeeze of lemon juice, mix until piping consistency adding more icing sugar if necessary. Spoon into a piping bag.

*add little “button” Smarties before cooking shapes OR pipe with icing and decorate with lollies when baked and cold.

Best ever American Brownie

RECIPE RATING: 5

Ingredients

400g Chelsea White Sugar
100g Cocoa
4 eggs
1tsp Vanilla essence
200g Butter (melted)
200g Dark chocolate chips
90g sifted Flour
1tsp Baking powder

Method

In a large bowl mix the sugar, cocoa, eggs, vanilla and butter to a smooth paste. Add the chocolate chips and stir through.
Add the sifted flour and baking powder and stir through to combine it.
Pour mixture into a greased and lined tin (30x20cm), bake in a pre heated oven at 150°C (fanforced oven) or 170°C (normal oven) for 25-30 min or until mix is set.
A knife/skewer will come out with melted choc on it but not mixture. Leave in tray until almost completely cool then turn out and cut when cold.
Makes a really yummy dessert served warm with vanilla ice cream and berry coulis orchocolate sauce and whipped cream.

This recipe has not been tested by Chelsea sugar.

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Summer

Sun-warmed sand crumbles beneath my soles,
The sea rolls towards me...lip,lap,lip,lap,
The aroma of fish'n'chips wafts past,
And colourful buckets and spades litter the sand,
Salty sea air flows through my lungs,
My mouth waters at the taste of ice-cream,
I lie there and tan.

Seasons turned

The sun's behind a cloud,
Damp sand, dense, and solid beneath my feet
The sea still rolls towards me...crash,splash,crash,splash,
The reek of rotting seaweed fills the air,
And old grey drift wood lies about like dead soldiers,
Chilling sea air freezes my lungs
A hot chocolate would be great,
I walk on and shiver.

How dolphins communicate.

Dolphins communicate by making sounds. These sounds include; clicks, pops,groans, whistles,squawks and chirps, that travel easily underwater.

Firstly, to communicate a dolphin makes a sound, this sound travels through the water for about 800 metres or until it reaches another dolphin. This dolphin then processes the sound through it lower jaw. After it processes the sound, it sends one back as a reply. The dolphins continue this process until they finish their conversation.

Dolphins communicate to get food and to talk to each other.Each sound a dolphin makes has a different meaning, but because dolphins can only a limited amount of sounds, each sound has several different meanings. Kathleen Dudzinski (scienist) did some research on what dolphin sounds mean. If a dolphin whistles it might be saying, "Hey it's me." A squawk followed by a whistle might be a dolphin saying, "I want to play." This example shows that a  whistle  has two different meanings,  and is used in two different ways.

By Jordyn H 

"HEAT SEEKER INBOUND!" yelled Po, as the plane swerved violently to the right, narrowly missing the missile, but smashing like a wrecking ball through glass, on a tall, run-down building. Instantly, three of the seven wings fell off, causing the pilot to land in enemy territory.
"RUUUUUUNNNNNN!" yelled Lala as the team just escaped the massive explosion. Bob the pilot was caught on his seatbelt (how ironic) and didn't make it.....
After  a few minutes of hiding Lala called to regroup.
"Did anyone manage to salvage some weapons?" she asked. as they walked over to the destroyed helicopter wreckage.
"No," notified Po
"Well then Tinky Winky, what's our position?"
Tinky Winky walked over to Lala and showed him the GPS on his wrist.
"Uncharted," said Lala
"WELL GREAT!' shouted Po, as he kicked the ground in rage, only to be blasted aside
as a land mine blew all 3 of them flying into a hole plumetting down into the darkness...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

T-Day - The Return

Ten years have past since the loss of the leader of the TTCTS (Tellie Tubbies Counter-Terrorist Squad.) It's been a rough decade. The terrorists have gained power, due to Handy Manny's PHD in building unbelievably powerful nuclear weapons. "We need to get out there and do something!" moaned Po.
"I know, its just..."
"Its just what, Lala? It's been ten years of 'its just', now we need to do something."
'BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP' rang the diamond plated Morgan Freeman voiced tellie-phone.
"Hello TTCTS, this is Barrack Hussein Obama the II. I need you guys to fly over to Syria. It's an emergency. The survival of the world as we know it depends on you succeeding."
"Get ready," said Lala. "It's been a long time since we were out in the field, so we'll have to have our wits about us." 
After 7 minutes of flying on the AA77 SHIRODOUKEN MUMBO-JUMBO BAT-WING CHINCHILLA Spy plane...of death, they arrived in مخرم الفوقاني only to regret ever coming....

T-Day: The Beginning

T-Day: The Beginning

"Move in!" yelled Dipsy to the others.

"We have to make the deadline!" shouted Lala, as they desperately sprinted through New York City towards Hudson Bay.

"20 minutes until Dora's bomb goes off!" said the Wot Wots through their head sets.

"There's Hudson Bay!" said Po. "I'll contact the Wot Wots and tell them to drop in the jet skis."

The jet skis fell from an AA12 Nightfury Hadouken Spyplane. The Tellie Tubbies jumped onto their jet skis and sped uncontrollably towards Manhattan Island. 

"Five minutes until deadline," yelled Dipsy 

"Get your M14s out," yelled Po. "Fire at will." BANG BANG !
"DOWN AND OUT!' yelled Lala as Boots plunged to the bottom of the sea.

"There isn't enough time," said Dipsy.  "You guys go, I'll take Dora."

"We meet again old foe/lover/friend/dad," said Dora.

" Indeed," replied Dipsy. 

Dipsy suddenly made a mad dash for the bomb with no regrets. As he grabbed the bomb he ran towards the edge of the water, with Dora close behind.

5, 4, 3, 7, 2......(the Tellie Tubbies haven't done the counting episode yet) 

THE END 

By Josh and Henri   

Maori Language Week

Kia Ora. Welcome to Maori Language Week. The theme for this year is names. We will be practicing our mihi and learning more about how to incorporate our mihi into our art works for the exhibition. Look around for the labels in our room. Korero mai.

JUMP ROPE FOR HEART COMPETITION

Here I am, cheering a little tot to keep skipping, huh, I never thought I would be spending a Wednesday morning skipping in the hot winter whether. Surprisingly I enjoyed looking after four little boys making sure that while they are skipping they don't start whipping each other. They were well behaved. It is a good memory, and it was for a good cause.

 

JUMP ROPE FOR HEART
I was very tired after helping the little kids try skipping. They all were very excited and had lots of energy. I know I didn't have as much energy as them, but I had a lot of fun and I think so did everyone else! : )

After all the skipping everyone had a great day, achevied goals and we hopefully made a good amount of money for the Heart Foundation. A huge thank you to Team 3 for organising it.





I felt very sweaty and hot when this photo was taken. I know that this was very tiring for most people and I know that I was absoloutly exhausted by the end of it. Though it was all worth it considering all the sponsors go to giving younger children who need donations.

 

As my heart pumped, I skipped faster and faster. Excitement ran through my blood as I finally did 2000 skips.The little kids in my group kept giggling as they jumped over the hard rope.What a fun day!



 

                        
               We had so much fun teaching and learning how to skip.
                We did not stop until we started huffing and puffing,but it was good for us. We burned alot of energy and made our blood move.
                     THANKS FOR ORGANISING IT TEAM 3 :) :) 

jump rope for heart

It was huffing and puffing helping the little kids.

 One of the other little kids got hurt because she tripped over a skipping rope. Sadly, I didn't count my jumps. WHOOPS!



Jump Rope For Heart!!! XD

                                                                               

 

It was very exhausting and afterwards we all needed a drink.

Lily is a weeping angel.



 

jump rope for heart

 

 

 I WAS HUFFING AND PUFFING TO BREAK THE 4,000 SKIPS
AND MY BLOOD WAS PUMPING LIKE A MEAT GRINDER CLIPPED TO A SUPER POWERED GENERATOR. I STARTED
TO SLOW DOWN AND BEGAN TO THINK I COULDN'T MAKE IT. BUT I TRIED MY BEST AND FINALLY I BROKE THE 4000 SKIPS. I WAS SO RELIEVED MY LIFE WAS SAVED I NEVER WANTED TO JUMP WITH A ROPE AGAIN. BUT I KNOW IN THE DARKNESS, THERE IS AN EVIL ROPE OUT THERE WAITING TO BE SKIPPED.

                                         

                                        

        

Jump Rope For Heart



 

 

 

A nice time helping the young ones. The music helped with the repeated jumping.

 

jump rope for heart

Today we enjoyed Jump Rope For Heart. It was so much fun. I did 2250  skips. It was a hard day of  awesome skipping and everyone had a good time. Thank you Team 3 for such a good day at school.

Jump Rope for Heart version Archie!!!

Awesome Archie's Jump Rope for Heart! We all had great fun skipping.

Homework Week 6 and 7

Vocaroo is a fun website where you can record your voice! This week I would like you to chose a segment from a favourite story, poem, song or rap and record it on this website. You will have the option of 'sharing' it with me which I would love you to do as I could then pop it on our blog.

If you are not sure where to find some inspiration pick up your nearest book, write a poem yourself or check out one of the websites below. Happy recording :)

http://www.kathimitchell.com/poemtypes.html
http://www.poetry4kids.com/

Tortuous

It was a cold blustery day. My feet were frozen just like my pinkish hands. The sky was as white as snow.

I was at Russley School learning about KOS (KEEPING OUR SELF SAFE) with the Police Women.

I heard tortuous winds. I thought that the roof was going to fly off because it was that windy. I heard the outside door handle slamming against the door; it sounded like it was yelling at me, "Get me inside."

By Taylor Roberts

One cold winter day

I wake up unhappily as I always do these days. It was quiet, impossibly quiet.  Dragging chains of sadness, I walk downstairs to take my intake of rapidly decreasing vital chemicals to replenish my supplies of energy for the day. (I used to call this breakfast, and sometimes still do). Then I flop outside feeling miserable.

Firstly, I pass the physiotherapy building, now abandoned; its wooden boards eaten by time and termites. I remember going for physiotherapy when the world was young and fruitful. Now, the only letters visible on the used-to-be gleaming title are the P, Y, the first T and the M, making the sign look like this: P Y    T        M. I then leave the rotting building to its fate, and move on down the quiet streets. Slits of yellow light begin to pop above the horizon. It is early in the morning.  There is never anyone around at this time now, due to the low employment rates. The recession continues downhill lately, so no one ever comes out in the dawn hours other than me.

I continue on down the dim, silent streets like a ghost, swiftly yet silently, floating down a corridor. Stopping before withering trees, I send out an adventurous hand to feel the rotting branches. My eyes lifted to see the air shrouded with a teary mist. The moisture in my eyes levelled to the mist I was seeing;  they brimmed with tears. Not tears of joy or laughter, but tears of great sadness. My family had died on a day like this very one, and I had seen this mist that day. It is a saddening reminder that I must now live on my own, with no one to tend to my needs. I sob lightly down the rest of the short lane, then I pull myself together and shamelessly turn 90⁰ left (once called a left turn) taking each step in a brazen fashion.  More withering bushes I see, and a cold chill wind begins to rustle the dying leaves and whistle into my ear a story of old.

As I continue my journey around the town, I see an ancient block of houses, now abandoned by its owners as was the physiotherapy building. I notice a sign hanging by its suction cup saying, "Closed due to lack of business".

A white flake collapses rather neatly into my hair. Two more flakes repeat the first's actions, and then many fall onto my ageing scalp. I upturn my face with my nose to the sky, and allow several of these white flakes (once called snow) to land on my tongue and dance upon it like a delicate ballerina. I remember doing this when I and everything was younger and livelier. The cold begins to sink in, so I dash at cheetah's (or what used to be called cheetah) speed back to my safe home. As the cold leaves, the sadness returns. I slump down into my winter-cold bed and think about what is to become of me. Winter has returned, meaning it has been over one year since the earth was wiped from all life, but me. It is looking grim for the world after me.

By Daniel Chong

 

Your challenge is create a snack food for the class to taste. You may work by yourself or in partners.
You can make the snack in the weekend and you MUST have enough for each person to taste and Mrs Stretch! The presentation date is Monday and Tuesday next week. Some cool ideas from last year were, cookies, fudge, apple crumble and loads more! Make something that will excite your classmates taste buds, and yummy enough to get a 10/10.

Please note:
Daniel can't have peanuts.
Robson is dairy free
Hajar can't have pork (any pig meat)

If anybody else has any allergies to food please tell the class.
THANK YOU

wool book promotion

Wool is an amazing book
Wool is a book written about nuclear warfare and in New York the people are forced to live in silos and only have one camera pointing out of the ground and people have to clean it. Holston's wife, Sherrain, has to do the cleaning as she had stole a young lamb and killed it. Because of this she was forced out to clean the camera although once you go out you cant come back in so eventually you run out of air and die. Holston was going crazy at the death of his wife so he  raged and was shot down after killing the mayor of the silo (silo 18) but they thought that was the only one. Alison goes out and fails to clean the camera after Holson though she runs over a hill where everyone died and saw on the other side more people and another silo.
If the lies don't kill you the truth will.
Wool one of my favourite books rated 9/10 for around 12 year olds or in that area kind of violent but an great book written by Hugh Howey.
Seeds in a silo rot so why wouldn't humans?

By Henry Chandler

The Messy Wave
On On Trac

As the sun was boiling in the sky, we changed into damp freezing wetsuits.
My heart was beating quickly out of my chest with happiness.
Lauren and I ran to the sea; our eyes sparkled just looking at the water.
We grabbed our body boards.

We ran through the wind and jumped with excitement.
"There's a wave, " I screamed happily .
But, as I leapt off my body board the water was approaching my face first; it turned
out to be a MESSY WAVE!!!!!!

By Hajar Algarni.

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