Five easy steps

Walt: write a poem with rhyme.

Halloween

Five easy steps to be as scary as possible

Step 1:

Rip some clothes, for your terrifying costumes.

Step 2:

Apply fake blood wherever on the outside of your body.

Step 3:

Put on some prosthetic for scars or open cuts, it’s optional. Only put some if you dare to.

Step 4:

Practise a scary growl. Make sure to perfect it, so you can get more candy. And the more candy you get , the more happier you’re going to be.

Step 5:

Last but not least add a little red bow on top to show that it’s finish. Again, optional it’s only if you’re fancy enough.

Make sure that your finished product is a terrifying figure with a bloody body and a growling, great of a friend.

Obviously, this figure is YOU!

Math apocalypse

Walt: solve the problems.

This game is very tricky. When you first play it, it starts off easy peasy lemon queasy. But after going through level after level, it gets more difficult at the minute. What I would like to learn is that to multiply two digits mentally. 

Pose, pose, pose

Posing for the camera

AHHHHHH!

G.I student

A G.I student giving a throat swab to the Minister of Health

Minister in G.I

A happy minster, an overjoyed community

The right decision

Walt: write a narrative.

Pressure, I tried to persuade my mum. Forced, I still don’t want to go but mum commanded me to get in the car. Embarrassed, Mum kisses me on the forehead as she says goodbye. Laughing, is all I hear as I strolled up the steps and into the hallway. Bell rings as I head into a room with rows and rows of desks and a large desk in front of a green chalkboard, with bits of scribbles on it.

“Hey, look you guys, it’s that boy that got a kiss from his mum”, said a guy with a shiny leather jacket with a bright green eyes.

Everyone laughed. I turned red, red as an apple. I sank on a chair.    

After recess, I walked to the cafeteria. I quickly got my lunch and sat on a bench by myself. I flipped upon my head, trying to block the embarrassment away. At the corner of my eye, I saw a group that luscious hair, stunning clothes and especially handsome faces. I sat up, and stared at them. I recognised one of them. The guy in the leather jacket teased me in class. I became extremely jealous of their attractiveness, that I immediately walked up to them. “ Hi, I was wondering if I could, like join your group”, I stuttered. They all give me a face. I know that face, it meant, “ Hell no now get out of my face”. I turned and slowly walked to my lonely bench and ate.

After school, I turned to an alley and saw that exact same group, but this time they were smoking. “Why are you guys smoking?, I asked softly. One of them stood upright, and puffed out a bit of smoke on my face. I coughed. “That’s our thing, little man”, he said with a another puff of smoke on my face. A light bulb switched on. I know I will just smoke like them, then I will become one of them.

So the next day, I stole a cigarette from my mum’s drawers. I hurried outside. I hid behind a shed. I got the lighter from my right pocket and lit my cigarette. I inhaled my first smoke. It tasted burned and went the wrong way down my throat. I immediately threw the cigarette away. I coughed and coughed.

Two minutes later, I heard crackling noises, and screams. I turned around and saw that my house was on fire. I tried to find an exit to the front of the house but it was either on fire or burned. I panicked. This was all my fault. The sound of the fire fighter sirens deafened my ears. If I didn’t smoke in the first place, this would’ve never happened.

When the fire brigade finished, the smell was similar to burnt toast. I felt guilty. Mum walked with a disappointed face towards me. I felt her glaring at me, like a hawk very hungry hawk.      

Theme: Never do something if something is forcing you to. 

Big daddy

Walt: write a paragraph on the character.

Big daddy

Big daddy has a reputation of being big and tough but after witnessing him crying up on the flying fox I think not. Even though that he’s big on the outside really he’s actually squirmy on the inside. Big daddy was afraid of heights, I know this because he was refusing to go down the flying fox by himself. Big daddy doesn't like to be embarrassed. The evidence is that when Big daddy and Philip went down the flying fox and when the children ask why they took so long, he just ignored them and walked away.

Inspirational person

Walt: use our research to write an essay on an inspirational person

My inspirational person is Ernest Rutherford. His father, James Rutherford and the mother, Martha Rutherford were originally from Horn church Essex, England.  He is a physicist and chemist,  A physicist is a person who studies physics and a chemist is a person who is an expert on chemistry.

I know that you would be thinking ‘oh no not another boring lecture of just some other British dude who accomplishes something you won’t ever accomplish. I wouldn't bet on that. Ernest was born and raised in New Zealand. Nelson, Fox hill to be precise. You guys, need to know that back then in the olden days there weren't as much of opportunities as in today. Ernest grew up with nothing yet by hard work and concentration on studies, he achieved world fame. And so can you.

How did this bright kiwi got so smart?

Well, he studied at Havelock School and was lucky to be taught by a country- teacher who was above average ability. In 1887 Ernest, won a scholarship to Nelson College. Ernest studied three years at Nelson College, and once again, won a scholarship to any university of his choice in New Zealand. During university, Ernest got a Master of Arts degree with Double First Class Honours, in mathematics and mathematical physics and physical science.  

Is he still alive?

Unfortunately Ernest isn’t alive. He died 19th October 1937 at the age of 66. His ashes are laid at the London’s Westminster under a flagstone. But he’s not alone. JJ Newton was later with him and so are other greats of British science.

I chose Ernest Rutherford for my inspirational person because he had a gift of great knowledge. While he was growing up, he was surrounded by hard workers. Those hard workers must have rubbed on Ernest. Also he did a lot of studying, which makes me want to go to university and study heaps.

Smile for the camera

Socialising with schools

A game to remember

Walt: write a narrative.

A game to remember

Screams of the schools cheers filled the auditorium. Perspiration dripped from the children's’ faces. The pressure to win was getting heavier and heavier. It’s close game. A really close game. It was 14 to 12. GI was down two points. Weymouth had 14 points. That was a perfect final.

Bounce. Bounce. Pass. Shoot. Another goal for Weymouth. What a surprise! With such skill  they’re bound to win. The pressure for GI to win was getting even greater now. The doubts of losing were flowing into the GI girls’ minds. But the doubts then were turned into fuel to win. Another pass, bounce and SHOOT. Finally, a goal for GI. GI students roared and cheered even louder. So loud that we couldn’t hear Weymouth cheer at all. The GI players spirits were lifted.

BOOM! Silence. I think someone fell. Oh yes, a tall girl from GI. She’s crying and a coach is carrying her off the court. It seemed that a Weymouth girl ‘accidently pushed her’. The players on the court felt pity for her. SHOOT! What was that! Surprise, surprise. Weymouth got another goal, this is not good sign. Now GIs’ coach is belching out commands “ protect the goal, “or “get into space, stop bunching up.”

One minute is left, the girls’ faces are scrunched as if it were made of paper. Concentration was high. The referee lifted the ball and . . . . . DROP! Weymouth snatched the ball. They bounced the ball, fifty three seconds left. They passed it, forty eight seconds left. OH-NO! GI just stole the ball, thirty two seconds left. Bounce, bounce twenty five seconds left. They passed, seventeen seconds now. Running to the goal, 6 5 4 3 2. . . . . . . . . a goal for GI. HOORAY! GI has won. I repeat GI has won. And the crowd goes wild. GI walked out of the courts with such elation that they looked like they were flying. Smiles and handshakes followed.

Theme: If you believe in yourself, you can do it.

Vision of my future