FLIP visit

 Today FLIP people came to our class and we played a few games.

The first game we played was guessing whether the flip people

were lying or telling the truth.

The next game was saving money. I was in a group with William and Angel. 

We saved quite alot..

The last game was trust borrowing we had to make a play on good borrowing or bad borrowing

okay that's it.

Confidence

                                                                             Confidence

School

¬Participating in sport

¬ Not freezing while doing a presentation

¬ Standing up for your self¬ Don't be scared to ask for help

¬ Be social with others.

¬ Don't be afraid to speak in front of an audience 

Home

¬ Dress how you want

¬ Don't be scared to tell your parents something

¬ Try things out of your comfort zone

¬Be proud of your identity

My Rats

On the weekend my rats were being as stubborn as I've ever seen them.

They would keep going on the mini ladder and pretending like they can't get down by shaking and whining. 

Oreo, she would bite us when she is in her ''nest''. Their nest is in a hammock we bought them. With Kreami she was going on the ladder constantly, like I said. She was being a good girl for most of the very few days. 
I gave them treats but Oreo didn't do her trick, spinning. And Kreami wouldn't do her trick either, Standing up. I don't know what was up with them, and I still don't.

NZ Marine Animals

 

 In this photo I was waiting for Brookie to finish making her butterfly so I could make mine. When it was my turn I made a green, yellow, orange and red butterfly. When you were done making your butterfly you swiped up and you would see it on the screen.

Museumn Trip Term 2

In this photo this dude with a Georgie jumper was teaching us about Maori Traditions. We were learning how to say hands, legs, arms, heart and spine in Maori. Next we went into this wharenui.   We made these x's with a buddy.  My buddy was Monique. I learnt how to make Maori patterns.

 

My ANZAC sensory poem

 My ANZAC Sensory Poem

When I entered the war, I could see people's hair blowing onto their faces due to the wind. Around me was fog, rocks and super tall grass. When I got further into the war, I could hear the waves of wind drifting past my ears. The awful smell of the rotting body vapour from the night before, got me feeling sick in the stomach... I could taste the rotting smell from the bodies in the air I’m breathing, it gave me a headache. By the time it was the middle of the day, I felt sick and distraught. I really started to regret this decision . . . I continued on, though I was feeling disgustingly sick, I could sense somebody's presence from behind me, I was far too scared to turn around. I froze, didn’t dare to move. I stood there, afraid. When I got the courage to turn around, all I saw were rotting bodies from the day before. I felt deeply sorry for these men.

What about their families? I wondered. Who will tell their families? It was so quiet, no sound, just the aerie, cold feeling of death... Then, I woke up from a deep sleep, It was all just a dream.