Tarte tatin part 3

Here is the finished product. Doesn't this look delicious? All that syrupy caramel with soft apples and a sweet pastry. Uhmm...Uhmm! YUMMY!

Tarte tatin part 2

Right now, we are going to caramelise the apples. Saleha seems happy and rubbing her hands together. But wait there's more!

Tarte tatin part 4

Now with a ice cream and permangranate seeds and little bit of dusting of icing sugar, this is a lovely desert. This would be perfect for a French restaurant. All ready to eat! DIG IN! 

Tarte tatin part 1

Just finished peeling the apples. We are going to make a tarte tatin. But wait there's more!

Ernest Rutherford

Weight it up

Walt: solve the questions.

I am learning mass. I have to make the two sides balance. One square is equal to three circles. So what I did was, multiply three and three. Which makes nine. What I would like to learn do next do more complex work.

Now doing this problem. This was problem was complex!. This messed with my mind a bit. But having to think of it over and over again, I got the hang of it. Squares to circles was easy, but circles to squares is difficult. Sorry Mrs., I misjudged this game!

Elephant VS Crocodile

Weight

Walt: solve the questions.

I am learning mass. I have to make the two sides balanced. One square is equal to three circles. So what I did was, multiply three and three. Which makes nine. What I would like to learn do next do more complex work. 

Mass

Walt: solve the question. 

I am learning mass. Mass is weight. This game is simple! I just need more challenging work to do. What I would like to learn do next is do more complex work. 

The written word

Walt: look for information

Ancient Egyptian: The Written Word

Hieroglyphics

1. The word hieroglyphics means ‘Sacred carving’ in Greek.

2.The Early rulers of Egypt couldn’t read or write. So they depended on their scribes to read and write for them.

3. Numbers in hieroglyphs were later developed to calculate mathematical problems.

4. Hieroglyphics is mainly written in pictures or symbols.

5. Only 1% of the ancient egyptian population could read or write.

Scribes

1. The scribes’ main tool is called kalamos. This tool was made from six inch reed.

2. Ancient scribes used many colour inks from plants and minerals.

3. The scribes wrote while standing or kneeling. It wasn’t until 2000 BC that the scribes used the desks.

Papyrus

1. Papyrus was the first example of paper the scribes used instead of clay tablets. The clay was hard to transport and hard to write.

2. The papyrus was dated from 3000 BC, about the Egyptians began to write.

3. In  Egyptian, papyrus meant ‘Property of Pharaoh’.    

Fireworks incident

Walt: 1. write a narrative.

           2. Use words to paint the picture.

           3. Use senses.

My life! How’s my life you asked? My life is very spectacular thank you, very much. Well just to sum it all up, I have it all! I have a nice job, a lovely family and everythings so perfect. But my whole life wasn't all that perfect. When I was a child, my life wasn’t all that luscious. In fact, my family was very poor. I had three brothers and one sister. So there was the seven of us all living under a horrible environment and  unhealthy conditions. My mum was the best! She tried to give my siblings and myself everything we needed. My father on the other hand, was an alcoholic and was addicted to smoking. My mum and father didn’t get along, sometimes at night I heard them two fighting, smashing glass and throwing the chairs around. One day my father went too far.

So it was a very miserable day. The clouds cried their eyes out. I couldn’t help but cry as well. I knew today was Guy Fawkes day and it’s going to be one of my dads’ ‘Finest hour’. Year after year, dad will have a couple of beers too much and do something crazy and wacky. I was inside my house when suddenly I see a little ball of light heading towards me and the house. BOOOM! I was knocked out unconscious. All I could hear were screams, arguments and crys. The smell of smoke slowly lingered into my nostrils. I shot straight up and realised that there was a fire. The flames were licking the walls.

I tried to escape but  my leg stuck under some debris. I constantly pulled my leg to give it freedom, it just wouldn’t budge. Not one single centimetre. The smoke filled my lungs. My heart pumped louder, Lub Dub Lub Dub.

“HELP!”, I wailed. Creating teardrops in my eyes. I guess I’m going to die, I thought. The flames were everywhere. It was closing in. Now it was heading for me. Just when I thought I was a goner, suddenly I got sight of my brother. He turned up by my side in a flash. I couldn’t remember much, I think I just fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital. My father was by my side, weeping.

“I’m so sorry, Kiddo, this was all my fault”, he wept.

“I was the one who pointed directly at the house and fired the firework”, he said teardrops falling on his face. “Let me guess”, I shot a look at him. He ashamedly, nodded.

“I will go to rehab, and get myself sorted out, I don’t want this ever happen again to my children”, he left. Twelve months later, my dad came into house. He looked different. He had flash clothing and nice hairstyle. My dad walked out a addict and came back a man.

Theme: There is always a black sheep in the family don’t be ashamed.