Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Week 2 Term 2

Hello everyone
For the next couple of days I am going to get a lot of work done because we only have nine people in class. The other 23 are at band camp to learn techniques for all sorts of different instruments. Yesterday we were doing an subject called PC. It's not the best, in fact it's the worst. PC stands for pubertal change. It's when we learn about what's happening inside our body, and outside.We did it basically for the WHOLE DAY!!! I am definitely NOT looking forward to doing it again next year! As you know Anzac was on the weekend and back in the day it was a very big event.They fought for our country and if they didn't we wouldn't have the luxuries we have now or we might not have been alive. You must not think you have a lot of luxuries but trust me you do.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Week 1 Term 2



I am so thrilled to be back at school! This week we have been doing lots of different things. In tech arts we are making clay jandals. In the holidays they got fired so they turned white. This week we got to paint and glaze them so we could add on beads for the straps next week. We are also doing this kiwiana thing when you choose a shape about New Zealand and put all different things you like inside. The shape I chose represent both New Zealand and I, an ice block. I only just remembered! I have finally got ten signatures for respect so that means next assembly I get a respect band. YAY!!!
We have also got the brick wall by the drive thru painted.




SHINE







 In class we have been doing something called passion hour. It's when we do something we are passionate about or are concerned about. I was a bit stuck so Mrs Crowe gave me an idea. I still wasn't quite sure what to do so I partnered up with one of my friends. For our passion hour we are making inspirational you tube videos on you tube editor to motivate people to try it out. We are also going write instructions so we can share it around our school. We are not the best when it comes to devices but hopefully we can figure it out. We have also been doing a lot on writing. We have been put into reading  groups from our scores in previous tests. My group has a reading activity and also a writing activity. For our reading activity we have read two stories that were chosen and then answer questions about them like, are the plots much of the same, or, do the main characters have much in common and then we have to compare them together. For our writing activity we have to create a character description which has to be more than 250 words. It might sound like a lot but it isn't really, so far mine is 405 words. This is mine...
Alice
A bundle of nerves start to form as the end of school bell rings. I rush home and when I arrive I tuck my black charcoal hair into a tidy bun, uncovering my pale face and blue eyes. I chucked on a green and white leotard and then shoved my pink ballet shoes into my turquoise dance bag. Everybody has been warning me about what a mean teacher Miss Cooper is but I’m not sure if I should trust them. As I walk in I see an old lady talking to the pianist. She is overwhelmed with crinkles and has purplish veins popping out of her forehead. She wore bright red lipstick which was stuck to her yellow teeth that you could majorly see as she was yelling. She was not smiling and I don’t even think she will. She wore brown, baggy pants that trailed down to her knees and a stained, white crop top which showed her plump, orange belly.Her dark red hair was pulled into an insanely tight bun which stretched her eyes back to her ears.
“Hello, have you seen Miss Cooper,” I said.
“I am Miss Cooper, thank-you very much!!!” she replied grumpily.
After that embarrassing moment I rushed into the changing room. I took off my sweatshirt and track pants and went to warm up. As I emerged from the changing room I bumped into Stephanie. Over everybody I know it had to be her.
“Hey watch where you are going Abby!”
“Sorry Stephanie, and it’s Alice not Abby,” I muttered back.
She had pure blonde hair and tanned olive skin. She wore a sparkly orange leotard and carried a gem covered  white dance bag. You could tell she was obviously spoilt rotten by her rich parents. I mean, She is only 14 and she has her own flash, pink car!
“Nice orange leotard.” I used every ounce of kindness in me to say these word and she replied with,
“It’s not orange, it’s peach. You must be a newbie, you should go back to kindergarden, seriously!”
Class started and I was getting evil glares not just from Stephanie but also from Miss Coopers orange belly button, but if I wanted to become a professional and famous dancer this is what I would have to do. Since I’m new and only just starting this week and I don't have much time before the recital, I'm super nervous!!! How am I going to cope?

See you soon
A bientot