Tuesday, 26 May 2015


For a couple of weeks now my class have been writing on a picture we were given. This is the picture.

In our writing we had to use complex sentences. ( Serial, interrupter and opener sentences ).  We also had to use short powerful sentences.

Here is my writing :)

This is it. I am ready. But I still have no idea why I chose to do this dare on such a gloomy day. My friends are staring in surprise.
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting…..
“Hurry up,” they say. As I look around I see the Sky Tower. I wonder why I didn’t  jump off that instead? My mind is telling me “Don’t do this, don’t do this”. I pull all my strength together and say “I can’t do thi”… But it’s too late. I jump! As I fly through the air, I’m thinking of how cold the water will be or how hard I will smack onto the water.
I look down to see my reflection looking back at me. It’s coming at me fast.  “SPLASH!” I’m in. It’s freezing like ice.

The Four Days I had to Look After an Egg

Last week Mrs Cameron gave each person in my class an egg. We had to name our egg, build a house for the egg and put a face on the egg. I named my egg Mr Eggcellent. We also had to make an egg diary but I forgot to do the last day. Here is some pictures and the diary of  my egg.


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Today I got my new baby egg. His name is Mr Eggcellent. I have made him a house, inside his house is a shower, a pom-pom bed, a chair, a rug and a couch. Tomorrow I’m going to have to take him to soccer.

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Today I brung Mr Eggcellence house to school. I had soccer today so I had to bring it with me.

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Today My Egg is going to do Jump Rope with us.

Monday, 18 May 2015

Foul Shot-Soccer

Last week my class wrote a poem about any sport we wanted. I did my poem on scoring a goal. We had to use verbs and have 2 stanzas. We also had to put each action on a new line. Writing these types of poems was quite hard. I hope you can follow my class.

Here is my poem!

My Foul Shot

She shouts for the ball,
It zips about 2 meters from her,
She sprints for it
Her foot on the spiraling ball,
She peers around,
Eyes concentrated,
No ones there,

The ball takes flight,
Flies over two people
Bounces off the pole,

She can hear her coach saying “good try”
And then
                           And then                        
                                                    And then,
She boots the ball,
And… scores.

Sunday, 10 May 2015

Writing to the Unknown Soldier

The Flanders poppy distributed

As part of our ANZAC day inquiry we were asked to write to the Unknown Soldier.
We had to think about the soldier and how it was at war we were also told to use complex sentences, short powerful sentences and paragraphs.
Try and see if I used any of those things!

To the soldier that I never knew,

As I write this letter to you, I feel safe and away from war. These tears in my eyes are made for you. I cannot imagine what it’s like at war but I’m guessing that you have to know what you're doing.

How did you feel when you were told to kill people or when you were given a gun? We've heard that you and your friends thought that you were going to have an adventure but when you got handed the guns you might have thought something different.

Did you ever get really hot so that you had to pour water on your head. We learned that some soldiers cut their clothes because it was hot. Did you do that?

How did you feel to see your  friends die? You must have thought it was going to happen to you.
How did it feel with rats and lice in the trenches? It must have seemed like they were  taking over.

What went through your mind when bullets flew past your head or when bombs exploded? We now know that war was a very terrible place. What was it like with blood everywhere? No man's land must have looked pretty creepy.

I want you to know that you are not forgotten. Thank you for being at war not just to save me but to save the world, to make it a better place.

From someone that will always remember you.
Yours sincerely Annalise.