Showing posts with label Callahan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Callahan. Show all posts
Tuesday, 6 November 2012
Wednesday, 29 August 2012
Spring is nearly Sprung.
Earlier in the year, each Rm 12-er chose a herb and wrote to explain why it would be a good idea for us to grow it. With Spring almost upon us, it is nearly time to get planting. Let's look back at our initial writing...
Term 1 - Sketching
Isaac and Callahan explain how they created their amazing self-portraits.
Wednesday, 8 August 2012
Jingles
Parents of Room 12 may remember the Sanitarium ad for Peanut Butter in the early 1990's, "I'm an utter peanut butter nutter..."
Well we watched that last week, and were inspired to write our own jingles.
Well we watched that last week, and were inspired to write our own jingles.
Thursday, 26 July 2012
Foggy Mornings
You may remember there was a very foggy morning last week, the perfect opportunity for some descriptive writing. We were especially trying to use similes and metaphors. Enjoy!
I wake up in the morning and look out frozen my window, All I can see is fog. I get ready for school, then leave. Walking, it is as cold as ice. I can’t see 5 meters in front. It is so cold it feels like the fog is stabbing me. When I get to school the heat rushes into me...
Callahan
As the sun glistens on the fog, the fog tries even harder to hold its place. Water drips off the grass down on to the dirt. It reaches out and grabs me. As I go down, he tells me what his life is about.
Codi
The fog is as white as an elegant pearl.
Mysterious, gloomy arms come out of nowhere and grab me in a blink of an eye.
I feel the fog but there nothing to feel.
I see tinted white clouds surrounding me.
Is there a way to get out?
Neeve
Foggy, cold, smells like ice. It looks like a big ghost with ice swimming around you. You can feel the fog hugging your hands and your legs. My legs feel like they are going to be an ice cube. It tastes yuck and cold.
Summer
I walk outside, the fog is as cold as ice. The white blanket follows me to school. The sun blinds me. All I can see is darkness. I touch something sticky. I open my eyes and look at my hand. There is a web. The web grasps my palm and won’t let go. The web looks glorious.
Zayne
I am walking to school and the fog gathers around me like bees to honey.
I cant see.
The wind pulls the trees back and forth.
It looks like a frozen snowstorm that never blows away.
It feels as cold as ice.
It sounds as if you were to talk, the wind would just blow your words away.
Finally I get to school “Phew what a relief”.
Jahmiah
The fog is as cold as ice chasing after me as I walk slowly. I take one breath, the coldness attacks me. It looks like summer but it feels like winter. It’s a ghost surrounding me where ever I go.
Katelyn
As the fog rushes into my body, my body freezes.
I can hear the trees whispering to each other. I
think, “This just looks like smoke”. Heading back
to the classroom I can see the icy fog clearing
out all around.
Krishan
The fog is as cold as ice as it drifts around Wattle Downs. The windows are full with condensation from the fog. Footsteps move through the fog. The fog pulls me with his icy hands, a grey shadow of smoke.
Colby
I walk outside, suddenly the cold fog wraps me up like a blanket. Im walking to school. I can see are car’s bright shining lights, the boring path and mysterious fog! It looks like spooky ghosts surrounding me. Ahhhhh, Im trapped, nowhere to get out. It feels like I’m getting swooped away by Jack Frost. He’s taking me to the sky it seems like it, because the clouds are so low! I’m amongst all of the clouds. I feel freezing cold but relaxed as I come back inside. It disappears slowly, I say goodby happily.
Shayle
Sunday, 10 June 2012
Thursday Science Swap
Every Thursday we swap with Room 14 for Science. Mr Munroe has been teaching us about Flight. Last Thursday we made parachutes. It was lots of fun.
Monday, 28 May 2012
Rocket Writing
As a warm-up before writing, sometimes Room 12 does Rocket Writing. Rocket Writing is when we have 3 minutes to write about a mystery topic. We don't find out the topic until the countdown begins.
Today our topic was: My Dad.
Today our topic was: My Dad.
My dad is the best. When it comes to stock cars he drives and drives all day long. My dad is the best at everything, even boxing. Ding ding ding! That is the sound of my dad knocking someone out. My dad is cool. When it comes to baseball he will hit the ball all the way to the USA. My dad is the best.
Codi
My Dad is tall, he has orange, scruffy hair, people call him Freddy or Freddy Cougar, but I love him because he’s my dad.
He plays sport with me. He comes to my netball games to support me. I’ll tell you what though, when it comes to the rules of netball he’s oblivious!
My Dad’s funny, a great builder and will always stand up for me. Thats my Dad, who I will always love no matter what.
Gemma
Big happy. Who is it fat? Disgusting, huge, ugly. The fattest man in the world.
How will he fit in the toilet? How much will he eat? What will he eat? But my Dad is not like this. He is helpful lovely and much much more. My Dad. Is your Dad like this?
Shayal
My Dad. He’s cool. He taught me basically every thing I know. He looks after me, my brother and my sister. My father is awesome. I love my Dad.
Zayne
My Dad is awesome. He has barey any hair and wears glasses. He is a doctor and loves his job. He is sometimes on call but that is ok.
Callahan
My dad is Steve . He makes stands for shops like The Warehouse and Countdown . My dad loves me and my sister . My dad used to drive a motorbike but he sold it . He has 2 sisters and 2 brothers and no boy nephews on his side . He has 6 girl neices. Thats my dad.
BY CASSIDY
My dad is awesome. He is strong and always stick up for me and cheers me on and is nice. He has black hair, blue eyes, and hairy legs like me. His name is Daryn. He is really fast and good at sports so that is about my Dad. I love you.
Eden
By: SHAYLE BERTRAM!
My Dad is cooler than your Dad wooord.
Fala
My dad is the best dad in the
world. He is very big but
short. He has no hair on
his shiney head. My dad is
just like me. He loves maths
and soccer, so do I. My dad is
the best dad in the world and
I love him.
By Krishan Reddy
He is bald, tall, with blue shimmering eyes and red eye brows. He was there when I first opened my eyes and he’s been there ever since. He encourages me. His name is Glenn with 2 ‘n’s. He used to play rugby. He has 5 sisters and no brothers. Last year he coached my soccer team. I LOVE MY DAD.
Neeve
My dad, my dad is the best dad ever, he is number 1.
My dad is my superhero, he always saves the day.
My dad is always there when I need him.
Every day he gives me hugs and kisses.
Me and my dad always spend time together.
I love my dad and he love’s me!!!,
Although he is kinda a couch potato.
My dad is the best in the world.
He does building fixing and
much more. My dad would do
anything for me. He makes me
dinner and supper. He helps
me with home work and I look up to him.
I want to be my dad because he is fit
and strong. My dad works for Amcor
it is sealing peanut bags and
designing the bags, such as
the weetbix you eat at home.
By Reuben
My dad is funny, kind, and careing he takes me lots of places and gives me money he likes rugby and is going to join the golf club.
Sometimes he is forgetful but thats all right he works for DB breries and loves holdens,He upgrades every second year.
He likes to buy lotto tickets but never wins i think the coolest thing abou my dad is he is great and intelegent.
Shannyn Hiwarau.
My Dad is the best dad in the whole world. He’s tall, a bit fat, smart and bossy. But there is one big problem, he’s very lazy.
Winiata Walker
Wednesday, 22 February 2012
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