Arriving in New Zealand

On Tuesday  I shared my challenge tree.  It was the fist person to come to new zealand in my family.

The first person to come to New Zealand in my family.

The first person to come to NZ in my  family was Thomas Kendall. He is your 8Xgreatgrandfather.

He is the one on the right.

He came from England as a Missionary and opened a school for Maori Children in the Bay of Islands in 1816.

My Poem about the ordinary day

This is a piece of writing called the ordinary day. Here it is I hope you like it.

ORDINARY

One ordinary evening when I was watching the news on the T.V I found out that they had created an I pad. It look so cool the instant I saw it I knew that I wanted one of those but sadly I realized that they were very expensive. My dad ‘’said by the time that your twenty that there will probably be able to be that you can turn a T.V on from outside technology these day are incredible’’ That night I had a dream that I was going to get an I pad for my birthday. Suddenly I hear the sound of the music from the I tunes ‘’OH chicken wing It is just a dream’’  I wake up properly this time and put on my ordinary school cloth on and walk down my Ordinary white hall way down to the kitchen where there was an ordinary family in front of me. I grab an Ordinary white  pate and a ordinary silver I spoon I put some food in the bowl and sit at the ordinary table like always and after when I have done some other jobs. I jump onto my ordinary scooter and said bye to my mum ,Mr Bide (our teacher) was sick so we had a new teacher called Mrs Talkalot and man can she talk Then she said ‘’listen to this’’ it was some music it was some soft music then all of a sudden it was this loud crashing sound then the music finish and the teacher said ‘’now what did you here’’ said the teacher ‘’I heard thunder’’ ‘’I heard a romantic dance’’ said a girl then I said I heard elephants. Well said the teacher ‘’school up and I hope you day was good and now run along’’ then when I walk out I saw the teacher and I said thank you for inspiring me in music and how you have made me imagine so much now’’. ‘’Your welcome sweet’’ and then she sped away out of the school car park and vroomm she was off. Then I walk back to her ordinary home getting ready for a new day.

My poem

This is my poem (the scooter) We had to make a poem. That was something that was a part of me. I chose my scooter

The scooter  by me (Bree)

I have always been a Lucky child

When I  was nine

my parents gave me a blue scooter.

I couldn't believe that

It was mine `

bright blue it was

yes it was.

It was an M.G.P.

I rode it to school

almost every day to school and back.

It would ride smoothly

It would be my pride and joy.

I have always taken care of it.  

I try not to get it dented

or scratched  

I love my scooter

and sometime it loves me

Every so often I fall off

but I don’t blame the scooter

it is not his fault.

I can never wait until

I can ride it to

school  tomorrow.

My rectangle block

Here is Jessica's and my rectangle.
We  only could use 36 cubes  It was very challenging at the start but when we got stuck into it then it started to get easier.


The area is 6cm (3x2) The Perimeter is 10cm (3+3+2+2)The volume is 36cm cubed.

My art

Today I fished my face art. It look so cool because my hair is my name!!! I hope you like it.

Singing sirens

This is a video about the book we read The Singing sirens We retold the story and acted it out.

Reflection for reading

· Something I was pleased with was…

How everyone did their part and had fun.

· I really enjoyed learning…

about the legend singing sirens and Odysseus and Timoneus .  

· Something I found hard was…

retelling the story and acting it out.

· Something that made me think was…

remembering my expression when it's my turn.

                

· Something I want to get better at is…

Not to have a piece of paper.

My reflection by bree

        

The Eerie Singing Sirens