Sunday, 17 June 2012
Sunday, 10 June 2012
Tuesday, 5 June 2012
Interclass Endball Result
Yay, we won our second interclass game of 'endball' (29-7). The team has improved a lot in the past few weeks. Go Room Three!
Monday, 4 June 2012
Saturday, 2 June 2012
Shaya and Jessica's Descriptive Writing
THE JAPANESE TSUNAMI
A deadly tsunami sounds like the crashing of a car hitting into a steal pole.
The massive earthquake shakes like the rattling of a washing machine jumping up and down.
The murky flood water reminds me of a dirty bath after a game of soccer in the rain.
Crumbling buildings look like tumbling jenga blocks.
Terrifed people remind me of tiny ants running for their lives.
Gooey liquifaction reminds me of sticky Nutella spreading on my toast.
Floating vehicles look like bobbing icebergs in the ocean.
A deadly tsunami sounds like the crashing of a car hitting into a steal pole.
The massive earthquake shakes like the rattling of a washing machine jumping up and down.
The murky flood water reminds me of a dirty bath after a game of soccer in the rain.
Crumbling buildings look like tumbling jenga blocks.
Terrifed people remind me of tiny ants running for their lives.
Gooey liquifaction reminds me of sticky Nutella spreading on my toast.
Floating vehicles look like bobbing icebergs in the ocean.
Charlotte and Brooke's Descriptive Writing
THE LONDON FIRE
The fierce fire sweeps a wave of terror, weaving throughout the city.
The crumbling London Bridge was like a gush of wind falling to the ocean below.
The shadows of smoke was swallowing the city and cries of pain within.
Suffering victims were staggering to safety as the fire burnt their souls.
The delicious bakery was burning the city into crumbs.
Deep black ashes are like dried tears - meaning an end to pain and suffering.
The devastating news felt like a nightmare that would never happen.
Now years later we remember this as a time of loved lives lost.
The fierce fire sweeps a wave of terror, weaving throughout the city.
The crumbling London Bridge was like a gush of wind falling to the ocean below.
The shadows of smoke was swallowing the city and cries of pain within.
Suffering victims were staggering to safety as the fire burnt their souls.
The delicious bakery was burning the city into crumbs.
Deep black ashes are like dried tears - meaning an end to pain and suffering.
The devastating news felt like a nightmare that would never happen.
Now years later we remember this as a time of loved lives lost.
Friday, 1 June 2012
Caley and Kayla's Descriptive Writing
THE TANGIWAI DISASTER
The destroyed bridge is like a crumbling biscuit after cookie monster attacked it with his teeth.
The smothered victims are like scared lost animals in quicksand, unable to escape certain death.
An exploding crater reminds me of a broken water main spouting its contents everywhere.
The slipping landslide is like a slippery try scored by Piri Weepu on a rainy day.
The flooding waters are like never-ending tears after your boyfriend breaks up with you.
The brave rescuers remind me of courageous super-heroes saving people by the minute.
Petrified witnesses are like incredible statues frozen with fright.
The moonlit night is like God's weeping eye, staring down at the destruction.
The destroyed bridge is like a crumbling biscuit after cookie monster attacked it with his teeth.
The smothered victims are like scared lost animals in quicksand, unable to escape certain death.
An exploding crater reminds me of a broken water main spouting its contents everywhere.
The slipping landslide is like a slippery try scored by Piri Weepu on a rainy day.
The flooding waters are like never-ending tears after your boyfriend breaks up with you.
The brave rescuers remind me of courageous super-heroes saving people by the minute.
Petrified witnesses are like incredible statues frozen with fright.
The moonlit night is like God's weeping eye, staring down at the destruction.
Taine and Jono's WW2 Excellent Writing
Hurtling bullets look like silver raindrops, falling from the sky.
Mortar shells remind me of cracking fireworks, exploding in the sky.
Armoured tanks are like heavy trucks on a logging road.
An evil Nazi is mean like a school bully, beating you senseless.
Battle ships make me think of large ferries cruising along the ocean.
Dirty trenches are like muddy ditches in your backyard.
A blackout curfew is like a dark nightmare you wish would end.
Stealth jets are just like highly trained ninjas, attacking your city.
Mortar shells remind me of cracking fireworks, exploding in the sky.
Armoured tanks are like heavy trucks on a logging road.
An evil Nazi is mean like a school bully, beating you senseless.
Battle ships make me think of large ferries cruising along the ocean.
Dirty trenches are like muddy ditches in your backyard.
A blackout curfew is like a dark nightmare you wish would end.
Stealth jets are just like highly trained ninjas, attacking your city.
Kayla's Wonderful Writing
Kayla’s Octopoem
Night Time
Iridescent stars make me think of small glow worms, sprinkled across the sky.
The full moon is like a sphere shaped cheese, waiting to be nibbled at with some fancy cheese.
Speckled owls sound like musical trumpets playing in an orchestra.
Evil glowing eyes are like red flash lights staring through me.
Shooting comets are like childish macaroni and glitter art that has been tossed in the sky and left hanging.
Grieving ghosts are empty souls spreading their sadness across the globe.
Freezing wind sounds a lot like howling werewolves, in search of their fluffy pals.
Night Time
Iridescent stars make me think of small glow worms, sprinkled across the sky.
The full moon is like a sphere shaped cheese, waiting to be nibbled at with some fancy cheese.
Speckled owls sound like musical trumpets playing in an orchestra.
Evil glowing eyes are like red flash lights staring through me.
Shooting comets are like childish macaroni and glitter art that has been tossed in the sky and left hanging.
Grieving ghosts are empty souls spreading their sadness across the globe.
Freezing wind sounds a lot like howling werewolves, in search of their fluffy pals.
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