Shreyas got his letter in the post!

On Friday I got a letter from Oliver Barlow. When I saw it, I think I had a heart attack, not from excitement, but from curiosity. When I opened the paper and read it, I found out he is very good at swimming. (He came 2nd in a swimming competition) I also found out he plays soccer! He said he might do rugby (Might usually means never, from my experience)

His letter was quite short… RIP curiosity

Teach the Teacher

Shavaun and Patrick will be our first Teach the Teachers next week, we are very excited, this will start next Friday.

Teach the Teacher You have been to selected to Teach the Teacher on Friday. You will need to share an idea or activity with the class.  It could be a science experiment, recipe, model or a cultural tradition.  Be unique! You may choose one other class member to be your assistant on the day.  You may use props and costumes for your presentation.  If you need to type up anything remember to do it on Google docs or Slides. Your presentation should take no longer than 15 minutes.

Art - What helps us bloom and blossom?

We are making blooming great tress!  If you have any old wrapping paper, magazines, ice cream containers and yoghurt pots, we need these!

Our Letters are in the Post!

Learning Links

The learning links have been added to our blog, please check them out!

Cathy's Published Camp Writing

The Flying Fox

Could I do it? I asked myself, as I stood there, watching everyone else slowly drift across the multi-coloured lake, banging on a green cushion that looked as hard as stone. As I clipped the heavy metal gear on myself in fear I slowly went up the wooden stairs.

It was even higher than I had imagined. I only just stepped off the platform an inch but my weight brought me down. I hid my face in my hands. But as I slowly opened my eyes, I saw beauty. The lake was glittering under the bright, hot sun. I was free! Almost airborne! The loud sound of the thick, metal wire didn’t even matter at all!

Suddenly, I saw the large, green cushion moving closer and closer. I braced myself for impact. I closed my eyes. I felt something. Something soft and gentle. I opened my eyes. No way! That was the cushion! I marched up the hill, proud of myself. Surely I can do it again, I thought.

By Cathy

New Zealand Post

We wrote letters to a student in room 6, addressed envelopes and now they are in the post.  Next week we should all get some mail!  Yay!  We are replying to the letters by email, old vs new!