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.