Kuaka-The Marathon Bird

Hi I am Ella and welcome to my next blog post. Today I am going to be showing you my information about the Kuaka a Marathon bird. The Kuaka can fly a marathon through out their entire life. In literacy we are getting information from a slide and answering them. We get the answers from a book that we read. Once we have done with the information there is a slide at the end. There are activities that we can do. Enjoy......

Gangster Granny

Hi and welcome to my next blog post. Today I made a word art about one of my most favourite books. If you don't know it is Gangster Granny. I have had a teacher read it to the class before. Gangster Granny is about a cool granny who is a thief. She brings her grandson on a little adventure to a diamond store. They break in and steal some jewels. Have you ever been on a site that will help you make some

                                          cool thing like this.

I made this on Word art. Go check it out.

     

Machine made by ME

Hi and welcome to my next blog post. Today I am showing you my writing. In literacy we have been doing descriptive writing. We are trying to describe this photo. We aren't trying to make a full story, we are just saying what the (machine) is made of. (Well what we think it is made of). I tried my best to describe this machine. What is your favourite type of writing?

Wow. I think I may have invented my very own submaplane. I made it with four of my school rubbery pencils. I taped it together with old tape I used on some photos inside. I had some old metal propellers left in the garage. To make the steering wheel I had a piece of wood that came from my friends and then, I stuck a whole lot of pins to it. The propellers were highlighted green. I stuck a old helmet with mini propellers. It had old rusty marks, the colour of blue and green. The base was an old pirate ship I played with when I was little. When I was little my dad gave me a sculpture of myself.  The ship was so old if you rubbed your hand against it you would feel the scratchy material.

My zen tangle

Hi I am Ella and welcome to my next blog post. I have more information in the slide.

The sun setting into the sky

Hi I am Ella and welcome to my next blog post. At the start of this year we were describing pictures in literacy. The photo we were describing at this moment is, a girl looking at the sun set on a farm. We had a limited amount of time to do this, maybe 15-20 minutes. Have you watched a sun set before? This is what I wrote.

I was tired walking up the long hill, dragging up an old rusty cart. It had boxes
full of fragile cricket bats. Ya! I was nearly at the very top of the hill. I was finally
at the top of the beautiful hill. I always come up here to look at the wonderful
view. It is always beautiful looking at everything in the farm. The corn, peas
tomatoes! WOW! There is something you definitely don’t see everyday. There
it was the beautiful purpley orangery sky. 

The sunset coming down slowly. I felt the salty tear drop into my mouth. It was
so magnificent I was starting to shed tears. Looking at the green fuzzy trees
full of wonder and beauty. 

Watching the sun slide itself down slowly. The clouds slowly passing away
into the sun. 

Me and my dogs.

Hi and welcome to my next blog post. Korimako had a writing test on and we had to write about a picture we saw. The picture was of two dogs running on the beach. We had a certain amount of time to do this. This is what I wrote.

I hear the whaling of the seas. I hear dogs barking in the distance. I feel the air slashing onto my face and, feel sand hitting against my legs. The wet dog slowly filling my nose. I smell salty water dripping down my face. I see Dogs splashing in the water with desire.  My smallest dog Glaze and bigger one Chop. I see them running up and down the soft sand getting closer to the water. I start feeling the sun come out more because I think I am getting sun burnt. I can taste the salt water dripping onto my tongue as my dogs run past. I was thinking how cute, fast and playful dogs can actually be.  I smelt the sweaty old man going for a run down the beach. I see people playing volleyball in the distance. I ran in the water with my dogs. I felt the freezing cold water hit my skin. My eyes glazed at the sky wondering what it would be like to fly. My dogs paddled back to shore. I watched my wet dogs and said how am I gonna get them in the car. I swam back to shore and stared at my beautiful dogs running around in the water. Suddenly smelt a tint of (poop). I looked an I saw my dog pooping on the beach. Eh, I bought bags. I put the bag inside out put my hand in the bag and picked up the poo. The smell was revolting. It smelt like wet dog and toe jams. Wait no rubbish bins! How am I gonna deal with that on the ride home?