Over the past three weeks Room 7 have been learning how to write effective metaphors. A metaphor is a direct comparison to an object/thing.
We sent some postcards to Kawerau South School that said a metaphor about our self. We made some of our own metaphor posters. One of our activities was to describe ourselves in a metaphor poem. We had to describe ourselves as a lolly, tree, vehicle, something in our community, sandwich and a piece of clothing.
Here is one that I made.
Sunday, 8 April 2018
Monday, 22 January 2018
Tuesday, 28 November 2017
The swarm of bees Grace Bradfield
I was just eating my food with Livvy, Skye, Aria and Emily and we were just having a talk about our lines for the play but then we heard screaming. Ava ran over shouting
“BEES! BEES! RUN!!!!!!!” I was really scared and I screamed as I ran into the class. Everyone was like a herd of sheep. I was running like a wild animal. I was looking at the bees and they looked like a swirling tornado.
We all went in the class so we couldn't get stung. Mrs May was trying to call Dana but he didn’t pick up so she called Megan. She said that she would get a hold of him.
He came. I was so excited that he was here. He couldn’t get the bee hive so he got the snippers to cut the branch. He got this special bucket. He cut the branch and some of the bees slipped in. Some bees went in the bucket. Dana closed the lid. All the bees were surrounding it.
By Grace Bradfield
Monday, 21 August 2017
Thursday, 6 July 2017
Where in the world is Mrs May.
Where in the world is Mrs May?
Write a creative story about where you imagine Mrs May to be today? Remember to use lots of details and descriptions! I can’t wait to read your stories.
House on fire
House on fire
I hear the alarm going . I quickly say FIRE! FIRE! Mum gets low and goes and helps Sadie and Billie. I see the fire licking the roof. I hear Lola crying. I get on my hands and knees and get low, get down, get out. I am shaking like we just had an earthquake. When we are out at the mailbox I see the house on hot, angry, ferocious fire. I shout at Mum and say CALL 111 NOW. While Mum was on the phone. I count all my sisters, Sadie, Billie, Lola, Eve and Me I say, but Dad is not here. When the fire truck comes.I say “Dad is not here. “They quickly get him out. He is coughing so hard he has to go to the hospital . After 6 weeks he went home. We got a new home and never want that to happen again.By Grace Bradfield
Tuesday, 30 May 2017
Tree planting at Waitahuna
On Tuesday 16th of May, we left school at 9.30. We all had to go into cars, Room 4 and Room 7. We drove to Waitahuna River which is on Nick's farm. There were some people that were from the Landcare. There were the electric fisherman, Matt from the Department of conservation and some other people. We planted flaxes along the river. We had to dig a hole, then we took the plant out of the black bag and put it in the hole. We wanted to help the eels and the fish that live in the Waitahuna River to have a better, healthier environment to live in. The flaxes are to help the eels to hide. Planting flaxes now will make the river a better environment for a long time. We got into a group of three children and one adult to dig the holes and plant our flaxes. The two classes planted about 200 flaxes.
We did electric fishing and we caught an eel. It was a lamprey eel. My dad touched the eel. We did electric fishing. It can stun the fish.
We did electric fishing and we caught an eel. It was a lamprey eel. My dad touched the eel. We did electric fishing. It can stun the fish.
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