Sunday, 28 July 2013

Term 3

Welcome back everyone. It was great to see you all today, ready to learn and keen to share your holiday news. It is going to be a busy term.
Gymnastics starts tomorrow (Tuesday) and we leave school at 8.45, so don't be late. Please make sure you are in school by 8.30 so that we can do the roll before we go.
Our calendar art is on display in the classroom. Please encourage Mum/Dad to pop in and take a look. I'm sure they will like it. Order forms will go home this week so that they can order calendars and cards if they'd like to. 
Today we made a good start on work we will be doing for the next few weeks. We began measurement by measuring the length of objects in different ways. We started thinking about memorable moments in our lives that we will write snapshots about. We also read 'Mrs Armitage on Wheels' and thought about the forces at work when we ride a bike. There are 5 different forces. Can you remember them?

Saturday, 13 July 2013

Bye bye Hunter

We were all really sorry to have to say goodbye to Hunter yesterday. He is moving up to Auckland with his family and we wish him every happiness and success. The children enjoyed a delicious shared lunch in his honour... which carried on into the afternoon! Thanks parents for all the goodies. There were very few leftovers! Wishing all of you a lovely holiday and lots of fun over the next 2 weeks.

A big thank you

Thanks so much to parents for coming to the conferences this week. I hope you'll agree that the children did really well in telling you all about their learning. It was lovely to see their enthusiasm and their pride in their achievements. They are a fabulous class and I'm very proud of them all.

Tuesday, 9 July 2013

What I will be when I grow up

I would like to be a scientist and dig up rocks from millions of years ago. I would like to be like David Attenborough and go on journeys around the world.  Maybe I'll watch animals in stalking mode. Perhaps I'll go through the jungle and watch how wild orangutans catch and eat their prey.
by James

Monday, 8 July 2013

The Dragon

The   dragons   mouth   is   breathing   flames .  I  am  the   evilest   dragon  of  them  all  .   I  am  the  king       of   them  all  .     I  will  eat  you.  I  will  kill  you.    by   Jayden

Winter

The snow flakes perform circus tricks as they whirl to the ground.
The trees shrink without their coats of leaves.
Snow collapses like ice cream falling from its cone.
Snow men stand on display for the passing people.
Ice waits for the fun to begin.
Igloos disappear into thick layers of water when winter starts to end.

By Emma

Balancing Forks

 Our topic is on balancing. We had to get two forks and some clay and a nail.We put the pointy side of the nail into the clay. Then the forks  go in the side of the clay. And we had balance the nail on corners and glue sticks it was fun.We had to find the centre of gravity. I was with James  and he loved it too. My mum thought that was a good idea. By George.

Autumn

The leaves turn like  a bride  dancing.
The sun  reflects on water as if it's a mirror.
The branches twist like an old lady's fingers. 
The birds cheep, drowning  out gentle  sounds. 
The acorns crackle under your feet 
The grass sprouts through the mud .
The mud squishes down like a trampoline under your weight .
The flowers are drooping and glum. 
By Rosa

Tuesday, 2 July 2013

The Small Dragon

The Small Dragon

I think of the dragon with his sad misty eyes and his tiny webbed feet. The scales cling to his oval shaped body. His nest is made of dark grey coal. He has triangular shaped pointy ears.He looks like he has just sprinted through the forest to find safety.I think of the dragon by his insy green wings.He is difficult to feed, there is nothing that he will eat. He stares at me like he's going to say "I can't eat this."

By Kate

Spring

 The daffodils burst out of raked grass.
The blossoms bloom to the sound of laughter.
The trees grow fresh green leaves and show new life like a mother and a new born baby.
Flax gets plaited all over New Zealand.
The grass sways like the sea in the wind

by Nivae