Children who had completed their homework were given the chance to make icing faces. With Coral-Mae they made coloured icing and used lollies to make faces. These are our creations! Yummmmmmmm!
Thursday, 1 November 2012
Wednesday, 31 October 2012
Paint a Visual Picture with Words
Broken window by Josh
On one hot summer day Jarvis was kicking his black and white rugby ball around his backyard. "Yaa," he said.
Jarvis wanted to have one last gigantic kick. Up went the ball, up, up UP! and the ball went so high that Jarvis said, "that ball will have snow on it when it comes down."
Down came the ball. Down, down, down... SMASH!!! just as Mum was peeking out the door beside the window. Mum came stomping out the door and yelled, "Jarvis, you naughty little boy." Jarvis had his hands on his ears because of the loud shattering noise that came from the window and because of the shock he was in.
He was crying so hard that there was a huge puddle around his feet.
"Jarvis, you're grounded for a whole two months and you'll be paying for that window," said Mum.
"I'm so, so sorry Mum. I didn't mean to break the window."
If I was Jarvis I would be kicking the ball at the rugby park.
Athletics by Renee
I find athletics quite interesting but there's one thing I dislike, and that thing I dislike is high-jump.
Now you're probably thinking, "why doesn't she like high-jump?"
Well I'm not actually as tall as a nine year old is supposed to be, I'm only 1 metre 36 centimtetres. So, of course it's going to be hard if the pole's taller than you.
Back to the subject. The thing I dislike is high-jump but now I'm going to tell you the thing I cherish the most. It's long jump, because I'm small I have an advantage! I can run quite fast and jump quite long.
"Now you're probably thinking that, if she's fast them why doesn't she like sprints?"
...well, sprints take all your energy.
On one hot summer day Jarvis was kicking his black and white rugby ball around his backyard. "Yaa," he said.
Jarvis wanted to have one last gigantic kick. Up went the ball, up, up UP! and the ball went so high that Jarvis said, "that ball will have snow on it when it comes down."
Down came the ball. Down, down, down... SMASH!!! just as Mum was peeking out the door beside the window. Mum came stomping out the door and yelled, "Jarvis, you naughty little boy." Jarvis had his hands on his ears because of the loud shattering noise that came from the window and because of the shock he was in.
He was crying so hard that there was a huge puddle around his feet.
"Jarvis, you're grounded for a whole two months and you'll be paying for that window," said Mum.
"I'm so, so sorry Mum. I didn't mean to break the window."
If I was Jarvis I would be kicking the ball at the rugby park.
Athletics by Renee
I find athletics quite interesting but there's one thing I dislike, and that thing I dislike is high-jump.
Now you're probably thinking, "why doesn't she like high-jump?"
Well I'm not actually as tall as a nine year old is supposed to be, I'm only 1 metre 36 centimtetres. So, of course it's going to be hard if the pole's taller than you.
Back to the subject. The thing I dislike is high-jump but now I'm going to tell you the thing I cherish the most. It's long jump, because I'm small I have an advantage! I can run quite fast and jump quite long.
"Now you're probably thinking that, if she's fast them why doesn't she like sprints?"
...well, sprints take all your energy.
Term 4
Room 5
Huia Range School
23 October 2012-10-23
Dear Parents/ Caregivers,
Our last homework for the
year lasts for two weeks and is due in on Friday
2 November. Each child has to plan 5 school lunches, which in total cost no
more than $20. Each lunch must be healthy and does not include canteen orders.
It would be helpful to go to the supermarket to find actual prices for
particular products. For example one loaf of bread for $2:00 would be enough
bread for the whole week. Each day you would list bread as $0: 40.
Make a menu or table for your
lunches and present it in an interesting way, perhaps use pictures from
pamphlets or magazines. This is just budgeting practice and is not real, some
children were worried they couldn’t have canteen this week!
Reminder: frequent athletics
practices- bring shorts, drink and a sunhat.
Kind regards
Lee Gibbs 

Examples of healthy lunches.
There are websites that will
help you plan for the week such as
Wednesday, 19 September 2012
Swim to Survive
Treading water |
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Non contact rescue |
Above: Contact towing requires a steady breaststroke kick. Below: Learning how to kick effectively. |
Spider Poetry
Our writing this week has followed the adventures of a spider. Today's writing follows firstly the beauty of the web, the spider that created it and then its' destruction. The children have written both in narrative and poetic styles.
In the early morning light a carefully balanced web lay in the corner of the barn-yard with its' delicate threads glistening in the sun-light. It sparkles like diamonds with dew-drops among the shining lines of thread.
Hiding beneath the leaf on a branch on a tree lay a big black tarantula ready for tea. It's as still as ice waiting for its prey to come along BUT...
...he does not see something yummy, he sees a big bluebird who wants a big tarantula for supper and tea! The big bluebird grins with delight but is soon is blinded for the spider has covered her eyes. Spider thinks he is safe and sound again but as he turns around he sees his wonderful web has been destroyed.
The spider cried out, "why? Oh!, why?"
I see a wonderful web destroyed.
I hear the threads ripping.
I taste despair within.
I feel broken, thin thread.
I smell the stench of a ripped web.
I feel melancholy.
By Renee
Hanging high up in the tree is a delicately balanced web. This web is covered in dew drops in the early morning light. These dewdrops sparkle like diamonds and glimmer like a rainbow.
Hiding in between two leaves waits Dog Spider. As he waits he becomes hungrier and thirstier, then all of a sudden... "DINNER!" cries Dog Spider happily. As he eats his prey he becomes hungrier. He licks his lips and hides between two leaves...
The victorious spider turned to look at his web BUT!!! it was torn to pieces and not lovely and shining like a diamond. It was dull and colourless.
Dog Spider cried, "My wonderful web, it's tattered and looks old and ugly."
As true as this may be Dog Spider could not believe it.
Dog Spider was heartbroken.
I see my torn web.
I hear nothing but my cries.
I taste salt water tears.
I feel nothing but tatters.
I smell no more dew.
I am heartbroken.
By Leah
Some of the children imagined that webs had been destroyed by careless humans breaking them.
I hear the footsteps coming.
I taste death coming to me.
I smell revenge coming.
I touch my web
before it dies.
By Titan
A spider web
hangs
sparkling like diamonds
swaying
in the wind.
Fangpire Spider waits, stuck to a leaf, searching the horizon for prey.
"Where be a juicy fly," he whispers to himself, then he spots a fly and he is lured easily to his sparkling web. Now spider prepares to kill... and eat blood.
Spider
waits standing still
focussed on its' target
he moves with cunning skill and gets
his prey.
The victorious spider turned to look at his web. But... it was a hideous mess. the silk was ripped and the once silver web was a dusty grey. Spider howled, " my web. My beautiful web is gone. My kingdom." Now the web is just a ruin.
I see a lost kingdom.
I feel the silk and despair.
I hear my screams.
I taste tears.
I smell the bitter air.
I am heartbroken.
By Dylan
In the early morning light a carefully balanced web lay in the corner of the barn-yard with its' delicate threads glistening in the sun-light. It sparkles like diamonds with dew-drops among the shining lines of thread.
Hiding beneath the leaf on a branch on a tree lay a big black tarantula ready for tea. It's as still as ice waiting for its prey to come along BUT...
...he does not see something yummy, he sees a big bluebird who wants a big tarantula for supper and tea! The big bluebird grins with delight but is soon is blinded for the spider has covered her eyes. Spider thinks he is safe and sound again but as he turns around he sees his wonderful web has been destroyed.
The spider cried out, "why? Oh!, why?"
I see a wonderful web destroyed.
I hear the threads ripping.
I taste despair within.
I feel broken, thin thread.
I smell the stench of a ripped web.
I feel melancholy.
By Renee
Hanging high up in the tree is a delicately balanced web. This web is covered in dew drops in the early morning light. These dewdrops sparkle like diamonds and glimmer like a rainbow.
Hiding in between two leaves waits Dog Spider. As he waits he becomes hungrier and thirstier, then all of a sudden... "DINNER!" cries Dog Spider happily. As he eats his prey he becomes hungrier. He licks his lips and hides between two leaves...
The victorious spider turned to look at his web BUT!!! it was torn to pieces and not lovely and shining like a diamond. It was dull and colourless.
Dog Spider cried, "My wonderful web, it's tattered and looks old and ugly."
As true as this may be Dog Spider could not believe it.
Dog Spider was heartbroken.
I see my torn web.
I hear nothing but my cries.
I taste salt water tears.
I feel nothing but tatters.
I smell no more dew.
I am heartbroken.
By Leah
Some of the children imagined that webs had been destroyed by careless humans breaking them.
I hear the footsteps coming.
I taste death coming to me.
I smell revenge coming.
I touch my web
before it dies.
By Titan
A spider web
hangs
sparkling like diamonds
swaying
in the wind.
Fangpire Spider waits, stuck to a leaf, searching the horizon for prey.
"Where be a juicy fly," he whispers to himself, then he spots a fly and he is lured easily to his sparkling web. Now spider prepares to kill... and eat blood.
Spider
waits standing still
focussed on its' target
he moves with cunning skill and gets
his prey.
The victorious spider turned to look at his web. But... it was a hideous mess. the silk was ripped and the once silver web was a dusty grey. Spider howled, " my web. My beautiful web is gone. My kingdom." Now the web is just a ruin.
I see a lost kingdom.
I feel the silk and despair.
I hear my screams.
I taste tears.
I smell the bitter air.
I am heartbroken.
By Dylan
Wednesday, 5 September 2012
Making Worms Work
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