MY ACTIVITES

These are my other reading activities about Egypt. One of them I had to be a boy called PETER. Please click to look closer.  I think I enjoyed doing this. Maybe next time I could add more images. 

MY CREATVITY

At School I had to do a reading activity from a book I read like in a journal. I had to come up an idea of creating a device  for an Egyptian Mummy to move around.  Please comment on what you thought it was like.Please click to see it bigger (I hope you know that).

Decimals decimals decimals...

At school everyone in my class have been learning about decimals. We were all learning how to add them and how to subtract them. It was hard for me because I had to think and think. I worked with my friends Naiema and Niel. The easiest part in this activity was finishing it but we all tried. See Naiema's blog and Niel's blog!

NAMES OF SCALES>

At school my class and I have been learning about maps and scales. I did the names of the scales and what they are. I found out that they are helpful for people when they build things like an architectural models...

The LAST JUDGEMENT...

At school my class and I have been learning about the last Judgement in Religious Education. What I find hard was answering the questions but I did my best. What I find easy was finishing it and doing the slide. Did you enjoy this activity? Yes I did. Are you proud? I am proud and am happy for accomplishing it. PLEASE enjoy it....

ST Therese Timeline

At school we had to make a timeline of a Saint we had chose. I wanted to do St Therese and I'm happy I learnt lots about her. PLEASE CLICK TO SEE THE PICTURE BIGGER.

COURAGE

At school we have to write a story based on a book our teacher read to us. We had to use ellipsis and speech marks and rhyme.  

Planning  Courage      

I was all alone... Standing still like a plain old stone. My heart steadily beating like a drum as if my expression on my face was  glum.  My lips were dry like blowing sands and the feeling of sharp cold in my hands... My face was a whitey-pale…  White as hard rocky hail. My veins were like a dark green vine. My blood that’s like red pure wine. Here I stand which is right in front of me…

My own big high school that I can see. Someone is coming should I walk… no I should pluck up the courage and… TALK! TALK! TALK!   Don’t be nervous... Always think and always stay focus…  It is your school... and talking to someone new is a rule!  “Hello my name is Anna” as she gave me a wave. “Hello my name is Eden” I said trying to be brave…

Suddenly I heard SHOUTING! SHOUTING! SHOUTING! Shouts that echoed in my ears… There were even rainy tears...

The girl looked high-tempered vexed and sorrowful... For I know that her expression was extremely awful. “IT WAS ALL YOUR FAULT YOU IDIOT!” she blared in frustration. Here comes a pretty woman shouting “You’re having DETENTION…!”. DETENTION DETENTION… The word detention steadily echoed in my ears. The girl  gaped with her mouth as the size of bulkiness.

I thought this day is going to be useless…  Anna looked at me very sullen and a look of depression. “That girl is a bully and always makes me choleric I’m glad she’s getting detention”. Anna looked at me again “say we are getting along very well do you want to be my friend?”. I already have a friend. I hope our friendship won’t end. “ Yes alright”. “Great! You are kind and bright!”.

We laughed not feeling heavy-hearted or miserable. “I think today isn't as terrible”. Anna smiled like sunshine “ Anna what’s the time?” I asked. She replied “It’s half-past”. “What’s your favourite subject she asked me I said “Music it makes me happy”.  Maybe you’ll be famous and they will call your name!”.  Maybe there too will be FAME FAME FAME!!  

I learnt my lesson in my own concentration is to always have the courage to talk to new people with focus and try not to be nervous...

A Cat Fibbing?!?!?

At school I and my classmates have been writing in the past week about fibbing. We had to write a story based on fibbing our teacher had read to us and we had to use speech marks and ellipsis.   

Planning Memories

Greetings.  My name is Sheldon and I’m a walnut brown german shepherd with chestnut brown eyes  and the most friendliest  and kind-hearted in my neighborhood.  If you touch me I’m gentle like the wind but I am here to tell  you a true story about my life with someone. Someone I’m not use to.  It all started one dismal Saturday as I was looking through the glassy window while lying down on the ground with a bland expression on my face. I heard a car rumbling down the narrow driveway. It was as narrow as a broken bridge that you can get your wheels in the garden but my owners were very careful.  I knew it was them because they told me they were going shopping. Suddenly I heard a meow…

It can’t be. No it still can’t be a-a CAT! It walked through the door with Eddie his Mum and Dad. “Hello Sheldon. You have a friend who is going to stay with us. Her name is Miss Bubble. Say hello”. Our eyes narrowed.  I knew we were going to be enemies. She doesn’t look like Miss Bubble she looks more like miss Trouble to me.  Her eyes darkened like wickedness and  her grey fur was boring and plain like  stone. Her claws were as sharp as the blade which made me startle but not really that much. “Nice meeting you” I barked. My owners don’t understand me (obviously) but animals like this disgraceful cat can understand me. “I knew you two would be friends” interrupted Eddie but I doubt that. Miss Bubble or Miss Trouble  replied “ This is going to be very interesting”. I looked at her mysteriously “I know. Very interesting…” The next day when I woke up that morning I felt miserable. Having a cat in your life to me was going to be tiring.

As I walked into the kitchen I realized I saw doggie treats scattered  EVERYWHERE! I knew who did this I knew! Miss Trouble woke up in a very content and delighted way. She looked at her sharp coal-black nails as if she was proud because I saw the bag was ripped apart. My heart sank into my legs. Eddie woke up with his parents behind him. They saw the mess and quickly as if you could say Jack Robinson Miss Trouble pointed at ME!! I barked at her “NO. This is NOT TRUE!! It’s all false! Please BELIEVE ME!!! IT was Miss Bubble. IT WAS MISS BUBBLES!!!” “QUIET SHELDON!! Blared Eddie’s Mum. “Go into your kennel outside! I have had enough of your disgraceful barking!”. With a dejected heart and  a loud moan I steadily walked outside in the bitter air  while Miss Troubles smiles with happiness. I wanted to go into my kennel but it was to cold for me since my door was shattered from the wind three days ago…

My life was going to be tough and tiring. So I slumped under a big ginormous tree and closed my eyes until there was blackness. Blackness everywhere...  For about an hour later I slowly opened my dreary eyes. They were as tired as a long walk down to nowhere. I saw Eddie running to me expressionless. So I stood up rapidly wagging my tail. “Hey Sheldon. You can go inside now. I know you didn’t do this because you are always are good dog…” Something sounds wrong. I knew because the tone of Eddie’s voice. He took me up to his bedroom but as we got there, there was a big mess in Eddie’s room. It was like a bomb site! Eddie’s eyes were big like tennis balls. I wonder who did this… “Eddie!”. We turned around it was Eddie’s Mum again… “ Oh my giddy aunt Eddie did you do this…” “No mum- I swear- it wasn’t me!” he said in a high-pitch tone. “Well who did it then. Also to make your life a misery there is milk spilled everywhere in the kitchen and mud on our clean couch!”. “Well that explains it!” replied Eddie. He pointed to Miss Bubbles who was ABOUT to point at me… “It was Miss Bubbles. She did everything just to frame Sheldon! Plus dogs don’t like milk and you know Sheldon would NOT do this”. Oh thank Goodness for Eddie. “What about the couch” said Eddie’s Mum. We all ran down stairs to see the couch and what a mess it was.. “There are footprints on the couch”. “So?” asked Eddie’s Mum. “So… Sheldon show me your paw”. I lifted my paw to him. “His paw is big and those are small. Miss Troubles lift up your paw NOW! She did as she was told… Her paw had a little bit of mud and it matched the paws on the couch. “MISS BUBBLES! How DARE YOU FRAME OUR DOG!”. From now on Miss Troubles learnt not to lie and now we are getting along aren’t we Miss Troubles?!? “Barely but great... Anyway Eddie want’s to see you”. “Oh alright. I hope you enjoyed my story guys”. “SHELDON!!!”. “Coming Eddie! Wooof wooof!!”.

LIFE or DEATH

We are learning to use different languages in our writing like example metaphor, simile and idiom. We have to write a descriptive story from a picture we have picked Did you think you have done well? Yes I think I did and I have done my very best. Did you enjoy it? Yes I did and I love writing and I have been thinking a lot for what my story would be like.

Life or Death

The white fog drifted slowly yet steadily across the dismal  air as it traveled around us. It surrounded the gloomy sea that it looked as if it was misty and  mysterious . The mysterious  sea was salty and was a dark navy blue. It was as blue as the universe which lightly swished in the blowing of the moaning wind. The wind was gentle like a flower  and quiet like the dead of silence but not for very long…

Suddenly, somewhere in the dark sunless distance of the dangerous sea, lights were flickering like big glowing eyes as if they were watching you. They weren’t torches or any other but lanterns that hung swiftly and solidly on the handles of the vessel that looked like long branches. The vessel itself was a centuries old. It was as old as a dead fossil that lies under the earth and as dark as fear and trouble. The creaking of the vessel echoed around the strangers but  the vessel was steadily sailing, floating on the waters of mystery and danger for it was danger the people of the vessel were frightened of. They were all dressed in inky black that made them look like goths  and witches  the looks of their faces were anxiety and concern for they know that sailing on the vessel felt like they were sailing for a thousand years not knowing what is surrounding them and what’s after them.

Promptly the weather began to be different. The cold bitter and sharp breeze came to the vessels distance  as it slapped ones face. Waves began to turn towards them and the roar of the blaring thunder was presented to them. Rapidly all the strange members got out their boring umbrellas. They were as boring as plain rock and as black as wickedness for they know trouble was coming after them. However, the umbrellas were no help for they have been blowing in all directions of nowhere into the deep blue ocean. They were all panicked-stricken for terror was coming over them. They all looked and gasped. The deep blue ocean was hungry, slowly yet steadily trying to swallow the old wooden vessel that was gruffy and had swamp-green mould across the vessels handrail. The people of the vessel watched with terror and dread as they were dreading about the monster off the wave. “It’s life or death” one said “It’s life or DEATH”. Somehow a miracle has prospered for the monster had settled down.

The sea swished the vessel again and the strangers of the vessel sailed along the dangerous sea that felt like a thousand years  and the fresh ocean air came back to them. Again the vessel or ship sailed swiftly on the salty sea and was drifting, drifting that again, which felt like a thousand years of travelling...

The Pouwhenua

At school my class and I have been learning about the Pouwhenua. I have learnt that they are Maori carvings. Carvings that tell about Maori ancestors from the 19th and 18th centenary and that have stories behind them. Myths and legends. I know I didn't do many slides in this activity maybe next time I should add more information about why it is Spiritual. But overall I think I did a wonderful job and I have been busy with the drawings.   

A picture Story

We are learning to use sequence  to make a story by using images in our writing. I thought I did good working with my buddy Rheanna. PLEASE look at Rheanna's blog! I hope everyone will enjoy the pictures we have been creating.

Taonga

At school me and the class have been learning the Maori word 'Taonga'. It is a Maori word for 'Treasure'. I picked the water, sea and ocean as the treasures because  the Maori had a powerful connection a bond with the water sea and ocean and Papatūānuku (the Earth Mother) and had spiritual bonds. We have to protect the water, ocean and the sea so that we have clean fresh water to drink and sea animals can swim. That is why I picked water,sea and ocean as TAOGNA.  

Nowhere

At school the children in my class and I have been doing writing in past tense. We had to be a thing example a bottle or a book. This is my story about a bottle. We had to be that thing like I had to be the bottle in the story. Please comment on how you thought my story was. Was it good, great? Oh and please give me some helpful feedback on what I should work on in my writing. 

Planning    

Out to Nowhere

          A story about a bottle that was drifted into the sea

It was the year 1812 a ship called the Lucky Dodger sailed onto the heavenly sea. It was a colour of rich brown that shone in the golden rays of sunlight. Its sail was the colour of pearl white, which the wind blew gently. Blue sky that was the colour of rich ocean blue but lighter because of the sun that had brightened the atmosphere. I was on the counter at that time with my bottle brothers and sisters. We saw with great pleasure the Hairy Pirates. They were all very different but the one thing that was the same about them was… they were all very HAIRY. Long beards that were shaded in four colours; raven black mud brown platinum grey and milky white. They were just enjoying their time drinking until...

Suddenly, when I was on the counter enjoying the golden sun with my bottle brothers and sisters a drunkard Pirate held on to me like he wanted some more. He looked at me with his dark gloomy narrow eyes as if he thought I wasn’t enough to drink. So, promptly he threw me in the air and I plunged into the ocean. As the ship sailed away into the distance I realized I was nowhere. I was just by myself as a bottle that had floated away. For days and days I was floating and for days and days I was drifting in the blue ocean. I was like this until I finally reached an island.

An island of Paradise. I looked up and it was the most extraordinary island I had ever seen in my bottle life! The golden sand I had landed in was dry and warm from the sun  it shone on me as if I had sparkled. I saw random people that were enjoying their happiness with their hearts content. I adored the island. There were green trees that were blowing in with the cooler wind. The trees were obviously taller than me. Some were tall like giraffes. I was very happy to be in an island that had happy people but will I get picked up by someone?

“Hey look. There’s something shiny in the sand” one said. “Maybe it’s a coin!” the other replied. “Or maybe a beautiful bottle that we need for our counter for selling drinks!” the other suggested. The men came towards me and looked at me with bulged eyes. Their eyes were big as tennis balls and were opened-mouthed. A man picked me up in his warm hand and said “The most beautiful green bottle we had ever seen in our lives”. “It’s very clean too and shiny because it was washed up in the sea!”. The men glanced at each other and suggested “Let's take the bottle, clean it up and use it for drinks”. The men nodded and the man carried me to his delightful stand.  Now here I am on the stand enjoying the golden sun with the other bottles and what a day and what a life for a bottle like me.   

The Struggle

Here is a prezi I made about my inquiry about Vietnam. Because for our topic at school we are learning about social Justice about different places in the world who have rights and who are not suppose to live in bad circumstances and have the right to be happy and be free in their lives.

Beautiful Landscapes! and Elephant Rides????!!!

Here is some photos of my family in Da Lat In Vietnam. We have been travelling around Vietnam from Tay Ninh to Saigon to Dong Thap to Da Lat. I was tired but here is some more photos!!

Please ENJOY!!!!!!!

Strange..?

Here are some photos of strange and everyday day life things they do in Vietnam.

AT DUSK...

No Sleep but Write

17/09/2017

I’m writing this in early dusk. I forgot to write about my day because I was weary and needed rest, but I suddenly couldn’t sleep because I could hear the steady snore from my father who sounds as if he was from Sleepy Hollow. Some hours I could hear doors creaking and echoes of footsteps on the solid floors. As I was writing, the paper was making crunching noises, worried because my mother would wake up whispering to me to go back to sleep. Suddenly, I heard someone open the door with its groaning noise like the sound of doors in a haunted mansion. I shut my torch down for a minute, sitting very still like a scarecrow under the blanket, hearing the mysterious figure close the groaning door slowly yet steadily, with the grip of its bare hands at the door handle leaving the door ajar.

As the door was left ajar, I could hear the footsteps echo then slowly fade to its distance. I suddenly realized that it was my younger sister creeping in and out trying to be like a sly cat scurrying at night but I could instantly hear her as she slowly closes the door with its creaking. She got back into bed with her blanket on waiting for me to do the same. I wanted to write some more but my mother promptly spotted me under the blanket with my torch on writing this. I turned off my torch, closed my book then closing my eyes until I was drifted to Sleepy Hollow, until the night driftly goes on. Waiting for the morning to rise...  

I wrote another story about what happened at night or you could call it dusk. It was when I couldn't sleep and that I heard strange mysterious noises at the fall of night.

My Cousins!! Wait what? Yeah they are!

Here is some photos of me and my sister and our 2 cousins in Vietnam. 

History and a little bit of fun

This slide is about my family a the Independence Palace and at the Vietnamese exercise Park!

SWIMMING IN VIETNAM! and many more!!!

Here is a lot of photos about me and Sara swimming in pools and spas. There are some photos of our cousins and some about Vietnamese traffic with a lot of.. MOTORBIKES!!