Quick write

Lonely

Here is a piece of writing I have done this week. We had to use complex sentences, short sharp sentences and placing commas in the correct place, And use paragraphs you did not have to but I decided to. We had to do base our writing on this photo. Here is my writing, Hope you enjoy.

Lonely 

As I set off out of Auckland on an adventure. Lonely. I find a jetty. The sky looks sad. Just like me. When I take my shoes off, I step onto the rough, jagged, old, rusty floor, my feet feel like they are crumbling off. Why did I come? The sea may be flat but it looks cold. I will still do this.

I hesitate, to jump off. Push, heave, scamper. Then I fly up up and up, slowly starting to drift towards the water “I have never done this, Oh no, did I want to do this, why am I doing this?”. I may look like I am fling like a bird but I do not care. My back has just clicked. “Ouch”. seems bent.  

Now I am close. I yell “help” but it was too late. Splash. Ouch. As I belly flopped into the water, just then I realised there was no way back up. After I had looked around for a while, I found a little post that is held the jetty up.  There are little posts coming off it I should try hold on and climb up to the jetty. I made it.

“I wondered, ‘What should I do now? Should I try again. I may aswell. Here I go.” 1,2,3. Off I go. While I am going flying down to the water, I wonder could I do a bomb? No. Well this may be fun. but I need to get home. I am in the water now. Although I am in the water, I cannot find the post that has the little ladder parts coming off it.

“Oh no” I am starting to panic. Just as I thought I was alone….mum came running out on to the jetty and yelled “I have been looking for you every where”. “Mum I cannot get up. Do you have a rope? Chuck it down”... While mum is looking for the rope, I start look around a bit more. I found the ladder. “Don’t worry mum I can get up.”

After I got up mum and I headed for home, it felt a lot quicker. This has been a long day. Although I may have felt unhappy at the beginning, I am happy now I have jumped off there. I may have suffered a little.

By Annabel

My egg

My Egg named Mr Potato

We had to look after an egg and mine was named Mr Potato. We got them on Tuesday and mine died on Thursday morning. It was quiet hard because they had to be with you every second of the day or you could get someone to egg sit. Here is my timetable for my egg.

Tuesday Here is Mr potato at school with his            new friend here he is in the house at the pony	Wednesday here he is on a book trying to read it at school He is in the car dropping my brother off at school in the morning here he is on the high table at school trying to drink my water(wrong end mate)
Thursday He died in the morning

reading about caves

Our class read about caving and had to do a worksheet about what we learnt and what we already knew caving this is my work that I did on caving it is a pictograph 

Anzac Biscuits Recipe

Anzac Biscuits Recipe

We are doing this thing about Anzac day and I chose to do the Activity about Anzac biscuits and this is what I found out and here is a recipe and some facts about Anzac biscuits.  

you will need:  

• 1/2 a cup of plain flour
• 1/2 a cup of white sugar
• 3/4 of a cup of rolled oats 
• 3/4 of a cup of coconut 
• 1/2 a teaspoon of baking soda 
• 100 grams of butter
• 1 tablespoon of golden syrup
• 2 tablespoons of boiling water    

1. mix  together flour, sugar, rolled oats, and coconut in a bowl
2. get Adult help to melt the butter and golden syrup in a saucepan over low heat 
3. put the baking soda in a cup and get an adult to help you add the boiling water to the cup. The mixture should foam up and then add this mixture to the golden syrup and butter mixture
4. pour the wet mixture into the dry ingredients 
5. stir well
6. grease a baking tray and put tablespoonfuls onto the tray and they need to be at about 4 centimeters apart 
7. bake them at 180c for about 15 minutes or until the biscuits are golden colour

Facts about Anzac biscuits:

• we remember the people who died at war by making the Anzac biscuits
• Anzac stands for Australia New Zealand Army Corps  
• also families commemorate the day by making Anzac day
• it seems that the first Anzac biscuits were made by mothers, girlfriends and wives who were left at home with soldiers who have gone to war 
• Nobody knows who made the very first Anzac biscuits 
• these women wanted to send parcels of food over but they had to go in navy ships and there were no refrigerators so the food had to be long lasting as well as being healthy and tasty   

Champion Class

Champion class

Our class had to write a poem about a moment that took 10 seconds. We had to include strong verbs, a new action on every line, all the lines had to start with a Capital letter. Here is my poem, I hope you enjoy reading it!!! 

There are two left in the ring

Gradually moving him into a halt

Squeezing on the reins

Wrap my legs around him

Try to stay seated in the saddle

Eyes turn to the judge

Staring

Keep moving “You can do this”

Waits

Breathes

Scared

Nudges him over

Hurry up I think

We can do this

The pony

Walks

Halts

Happy

Floppy

Wobbles

Everyone with eager eyes

Waits

           Waits

                      and Waits

Hesitates to move on…

We got champion!!!

YAY

To the unknown soldier

To the unknown soldier

We did a writing activity about war. We were writing to one of the soldiers who had died at war but we did not know who we were writing to. We had to include paragraphs, short sharp sentences and complex sentences. Here it is.

To the unknown soldier

Last week we remembered you. I wanted to write this letter to you about my thoughts. While I am in my classroom writing this letter, I am thinking about how you would feel. We are all safe and sound from war. Warm and comfortable.

I want to tell you that we all feel very pleased that you went and saved us all. Even though you may be up above us we still feel for you and are sorry that you died at war.

Did you want to go? At any time did you feel you were dying? Your family would have thought about you every day and every second of that day.

I cannot imagine what you felt like when you got sent to war. Where you ever alone? You must have got scared if there were a whole heap of people coming towards you. Was there gunshots and other sounds around you? You must have been very scared as you heard every gun shot go off. It could have hit you at any point in time. After there was a gunshot, did you ever feel that you got shot? We have learnt about about the women who helped the wounded soldiers and if they could not save the men they would sit next to them and give the men company.  

How did you feel when any of your friends got killed? What did it feel like holding a gun for the very first time? You would have been horrified when you had to hold the gun for the first time of your life. I wonder how you felt as you got sent to war and was made to shoot people and try and kill them. Did you get badly injured before you died?

When you went to war, you would have been horrified. How old were you? We learnt that most people who went to war were in their twenties. Also you have had to be fairly fit to go and carry all the weapons you needed.

I am 11 years old and we think of you all on ANZAC day. Thank you once again for going to war and fighting for us and saving all of our lives.

Your sincerely

Annabel Kerr