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Descriptive Writing

We looked at Room 2 Burnham School's blog (see link on the side of our blog) and loved the idea of writing about stalking a cream bun.  The children had written amazing stories pretending to hunt their cream bun much like an animal might hunt his prey.  They were also encouraged to describe their cream bun without actually stating what it was.  We decided to have a go at writing on this topic and kept to their criteria.  Here a three stories.  Can you guess it is a cream bun they are hunting from the descriptions? I sneaked into the cloak bay.  I was getting my creamy gooey sponge.  It melted.  I sneaked to my lunchbox.  I opened my lunchbox and I took a big bite of my sponge.  All the cream splat all over my face.  I licked with surprise.  I licked and licked, and then there was hardly anything there.  Then I went back to the class. By Alaa I stalk the smell of the fruity lava.  I pounce on the pantry door.  I swing it open.  I take a big bite.  I feel that the clou

Making a Monster at the Waikato Museum

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On Wednesday we went to museum.  We went into three different activities.  The first one was with Ray seeing the 'How to Make a Monster' exhibition. At the end of looking at the exhibition where we were able to press buttons to move the monsters, eight children disappeared with Ray.  Instead of them a monster came back. Some of us were a little bit scared.  This monster could glow light, lift his tail and fart (rude thing), and open his mouth wide.  His three eyes changed colours and lit up. Ray showed us how the monster worked.  There were eight children in him.  His tail moved up and down with a pump.  The fart noise was children using a whoopy cushion.  Someone had a controller connected to a pipe that was attached to the head.  They could make the lights come on and off but it chose the colours. This shows the balloon that was inside his tail Next we went with Sybilla to make a movie.  The first thing we did was make the background.  We got a bea

Cooking our potatoes

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We washed the potatoes that came out of our garden.  We scrubbed them until they were clean. We cut the potatoes as thin as we could.  The potatoes were purple inside because they are Maori potato and the name translates to 'dog pooh'.  The potatoes are a lumpy oval shape.  When we cut them we had lots of circle and oval chip shapes.  Then we dried the potatoes off between two kitchen towels. We painted the potatoes with melted butter so they would brown.  We only used a little bit of butter so they wouldn't burn.  The butter also added flavour and made them taste delicious. When the oven was hot we put the chips into the oven in a single layer so they would crisp up. When the potatoes were cooked we added a little salt.  We could smell them cook and were eager to eat them.  When they were cool we munched them all up with delight. 

Harvesting potatoes

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Finally it is time to harvest potatoes.  We pulled and tugged at all of the old potato tops.  The soil was wet, muddy, and icky.  It was exciting and fun.  There were big potatoes and small potatoes.  The potatoes were purple. By Waimarino All the branches were old.  We found potatoes on them.  We dug and dug and found a lot and I picked up one.  They were sticky, yucky, sticky, yucky, and sooooo muddy that when I picked up mine it was dirty as dirty as.  Heaps of other people in my class got heaps.  It was a shame I only got one.  Then Fabian, Christopher, and Tylah-Dawnn got heaps.  Not heaps, thousands.  The bucket was full with big ones, small ones, huge ones, and medium ones.  Then they came back with the bucket full of potatoes.  We’re going to have a big feast on Friday. Mmmmm. By Jordan The potatoes look like big bunches of grapes.  The potatoes were all bumby.  Scratch, scratch, scratch.  We dug lots of potatoes.  The soil was really w

Writing - Swimming

Getting Wet I was jumping up and down singing ‘ring-a-ring-a-rosies’. My goal was getting wet so I tried and tried to get wet until my nose touched the water. Then I had done it! When I was jumping up and down singing ‘ring-a-ring-a-rosie’ I thought it was helping me to move in the water. I was still a little frightened of splashes the people made but day-by-day I got braver and braver. Swimming even helped me float with the board. I love swimming. By Rafeea My Swimming Goal I zoom through the open gate door. I zoom inside the open girls changing room door and I got changed very, very, quickly. I got out of the girls changing room and waited for my turn alongside the gate. Now it’s my groups turn to get in. I slide in the safe way. It was cold and chilly in the pool. My group is swimming lengths. My goal was pinkie finger out before the others for backstroke. I have to float on my back, get my motor legs ready, my ice cream scoop hands ready, and push off. My mot