Monday, 22 August 2011

Writing - Taking to the next level

Check out how we me made a boring sentence far more interesting today....

"The walked to the house at the end of the street."

I strode confidently to the crumbly, black ruins of the cottage at the end of the silent, isolated street while thunder coughed and lightning slit the sky’s throat.

By Margo, Matthew & Wilson


Fearfully, I walked slowly towards the deserted, crumbled old house at the end of the dark cobbled alleyway. The smashed up glass stuck out as if it was trying to push me away.

By Molly and Mia


I slowly strutted down the street as I saw the gloomy old abandoned house.


Fearfully listening to the doors creak, I walked down the to the end of the road and felt a slither down my spine.

By Olivia S


It was a blooming hot day, I felt the sunlight on my back. I strolled to the massive mansion at the of the rocky road.

By Ella


I strolled to the vintage house at the end of the gloomy, abandoned road. I felt the breeze push it’s way through my hair.

By Ruby


I slowly crept nervously towards the old broken down deserted house at the end of the spooky cold street

By Greta and Amy


I scampered into a mansion. I was anxious to get to the living room. I gleamed at the sign that said “money room 2 metres ahead. Take a left and you’re there.” I was trapped drowning in money.

By Elliott


I glanced at the spooky rotten old house. I decided to go over and check it out. I bowled over to the forgotten mansion then I woke up from my nightmare.

By Lyndon


I slugged my way to my drenched but colourful mansion

By William and Oscar


The golden sunshine dancing on my face and the balmy breeze rustling in my hair, I joyfully strolled to the mansion at number 83 located at the end of the brick lane.

By Amy O

Sunday, 29 May 2011

Pluto By Amy O’Shannessy

Once a planet, Pluto is now a large dwarf planet in the Kuiper Belt.

Origins

Discovered by Clyde W. Tombaugh on February 18th 1930, Pluto orbited as a main planet in our Solar System from 1930-2006. However, several other planets were found, the same size or slightly larger than Pluto. Scientists could choose to claim their new findings as more main planets or demote Pluto to be a dwarf planet. Once a dwarf planet, Pluto was given the number 134340.

Name

Pluto is the only planet named by an 11 year old school girl. The name Pluto was proposed by Venetia Burney in Oxford, England.The name was suggested by Venetia during conversation with her grandfather, former worker at the University of Oxford’s Bodleian Library.The name was passed on to Professor Herbert Hall Turner, who forwarded it to his U.S. colleagues. It was up against Minerva (Which was already the name of a meteor), Cronus (Which lost all votes due to the fact it was proposed by a unpopular astronomer) and so therefore, Pluto received all votes. Miss Burney received 5 pounds in reward. The name was proposed because Pluto was the Roman god of the underworld and the seemingly cold, dark and barren planet was thought to suit. Pluto was officially named on March 24th 1930.

Appearance

Pluto has a rather colourful surface ranging between charcoal black, dark orange and white. Between 1994-2003, Pluto’s surface changed. The top became lighter and the southern pole darkened. This change was put down to an extreme axial tilt (An tilt of the axis- a somewhat imaginary line down the centre of the planet that the body revolves around-and so therefore, the planet moves.)

Size

2200 kilometers in diameter, Pluto is only 1% of the mass of Earth. It is only 1 fifth of the Earth’s moon’s size and 2 thirds of it’s diameter. This means it is second biggest dwarf Planet

Orbit

Orbiting once every 248 Earth years or 90,613.305 Earth days at a rate of 4.606 kilometers per hour, Pluto has a strange orbit. During part of this strange orbit, Pluto becomes inward of Neptune. This hasn’t been done since between February 7th 1979 and February 11th 1999 and in 1989 became within 445,500,000 kilometers of the Sun. This isn’t expected to happen for another 230 years. Although it sometimes comes closer to the Sun than Neptune, it can be as far as 7,395,000,000 kilometers from the Sun.

The cold and barren dwarf planet named after the Roman god of the underworld is no longer one of our main planets, and will never be as important as it once was, but will still remain a interest to many astronomers.

Thursday, 14 April 2011

The Flying Fox

I felt scared I am at the bottom of the stairs. Waiting for the person in front to go. I was nervous I didn’t want to do it, I remembered not doing it last year. To me it felt like a car had just crashed.

I got to the top and I look down at the trees beneath the platform. I knew that this would be my final chance. Mr D hooked on the seat for me and I clung on tight. He opened the gate that stopped me from going.

Suddenly I felt my legs leave the board for the start of the flying fox. I started whizzing but I had forgotten about the tyres that stopped the flying fox at the bottom. I felt even more nervous than before. I could see the tyres approaching. I hit the tyres, it felt like I wanted an another go.
I hopped off and felt excellent that I had done it.

By oscar.

Abseiling

I couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t. I was dangling over the edge of a cliff about to walk my way down. It was my worst nightmare! How did I get there? Well...

We were strolling down the road, nervous and excited. As we neared the turn in the road where the mudslide was positioned, we peered up the the hill and waved frantically to the children waiting at the top by the long wire fence. the wind was swirling around and wrapping around me like a cold, uncomfortable blanket. The sun was shining down and coating the ground in a golden light. We approached a tall grey wall and as we made our way around it I spotted a CAUTION! DO NOT ENTER! sign.
‘WHAT?!’ I thought ‘Please tell me we’re not going in there.’
I was wearing a flowered skirt and a purple T-Shirt with bright, bold writing-NOT appropriate abseiling gear-and I began to feel cold as we stepped into the shadows.

I hardly listened as Michael, oner and abseiling instructor, explained to us what we would be doing that day. That’s why, while we were sitting on the old worn tires under the rusty shelter, I absent-mindedly raised my hand when they asked for volunteers to be first.
“Alright then, you three, Amy, Ella and Wilson. You’ll be first.”
As soon as Martin said that, I snapped out of my day dream.

I tried to look casual as I clambered up the steep, leaf covered stairs. But as David hooked me onto the rope that reached from one end of the cliff to the other, I looked down and almost threw up. We were so high! Slowly, one by one , each of the people in front of me went down. As I watched the last person get unbuckled, the terrible truth dawned upon me. It was my turn.

So that’s how I got there. Stop. No. Wait. I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to. I stood silently as I was clipped into my harness. Michael began chatting to me about books, and although I was feeling dizzy, I was able to think hard enough to develop a suspicion that he was talking to hear the sound of his own voice. It was as I was just hanging, as if I was on a swing, with the wind whistling past, that I realised what I was doing.
“No,” I mumbled “I don’t won’t to do it.”
“What have you got yourself into this time?!” I mumbled to myself “You’re hanging over the edge of a cliff!”

Believe it or not, somehow I made it.
Slowly but surely, I walked my way down the jagged rock face, calmly chatting to Michael the whole time.I even managed a few jumps. I was attempting my biggest jump yet when my feet landed softly on the ground. Disappointed, I waited impatiently while Martin unclipped the ropes from my harness and they began snaking up the wall. As soon as I was free, I twirled across the ground, dried leaves crunching and crackling beneath my feet.
I had done it!

The Waterslide

I was as cold as a block of ice. I could hear the wind whistling through the bush, the sun was shining brightly through the white clouds that kept blocking out the sun rays. The ladder loomed over me as the queue moved forward. I looked up, Tiffany was waving her hand it was my turn… I calmly climbed up the leaning ladder, the steps were cold and muddy.

I finally got to the top of the enormous water slide. I leaned forward and peered down the blue, watery, endless, slide. I clung on tightly and whispered “I don’t want to go” but I urged my self on. I sat down slowly, the cold tap water turned my legs to stone. Then Tiffany gave me I giant push I thought I was going to die.

SPLASH!!! I landed on what felt like hard rock, I tried to swim to the surface, I could feel the silky lake weed wrapping around my feet, I swam to the rubber ring and gradually got pulled to the ladder, at last I could stand!!!

I climbed up the ladder and hurried up the path and joined the queue, ”how was it” asked Matthew “I have got to admit that was totally awesome” I shouted.

When I went down the water slide, I, thought I was going to drown or worst even die.

Sunday, 3 April 2011

The Waterslide

The Waterslide

My heart was thumping furiously. I tried to look casual as I tentatively lumbered towards the slide, casting my eyes down. Slowly, fearfully, I glanced up. It lay before me, a massive, intimidating monster. I shrank at the sheer size of it, rooted to the spot. Although I had been eager to go on, now all desire to do it vanished.

Suddenly, it was my turn. Gripping the rails so tightly my knuckles turned white, I gradually climbed the ladder, my toes curling around each rung. Anticipation. Nervousness. Finally I reached the top.

Sitting on the edge of the slide, I felt a rush of wind that sent a shiver up my spine. All of a sudden, I felt a wave of determination fill me, as I remembered last year, the sense of accomplishment I felt when I got out. I could do this! So I fixed my gaze on the murky, marbled water below me-I could just pick up the foul stench of the lake. I gritted my teeth. Began a countdown. Three…Two…One…GO!

Zooming down the slide, I felt an adrenalin rush. I squinted against the spray and drew a deep breath. Before I knew what was happening, I felt myself being flung, carelessly, into the lake; A shuddering jolt went through me as I hit the water.

Filthy, disgusting water surrounded me. I began sinking. Eventually I came to my senses. Frantically I started to kick towards the surface. Before long I emerged, spluttering.

Dazed, I began to painstakingly swim towards the black tyre Melissa had thrown me. I let her reel me in, feeling the slimy tentacle-like plants swirl around my feet. “How was it?” inquired Melissa. I turned around, hair tousled, eyes shining.
“Amazing!”

By Margarita

Monday, 21 February 2011

I cant write a poem by Amy F

Forget it
You must be kidding
I don't even know what a poem is.
I don't have a pencil or a pen
The person next to me won't be QUIET!
I keep on falling asleep.
I need to go to the toilet.
I only have one finger on each hand.
Time's up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?

I can't write a poem by Matthew

Forget it
You must be kidding
I have poemophoebia
My papers soaked
Your pink teeth keep distracting me
And Jazz is spazz
My brains on strike
And my hands frozen into position
Plus the pencil's led keeps breaking
And last of all and most importantly ... I'm totally DRUNK!
Time's up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?

I can't write a poem by Margarita

Forget it
You must be kidding
I've got poemophobia
The right side of my brain isn't functioning
I forgot how to write!
Something smells...it must of been you!
I've got a headache.
I'm allergic to paper.
I've only got a 3 second memory!
My pencil's on strike!
Time's up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?

I can't write a poem by Oscar

Forget it
You must be kidding
my dog ate my paper
I only got a 3 second memory
I dont have any thing to write on
I dropped my paper
I've only got a 3 second memory
I dropper my paper in my pool
my desk chop in half

Time's up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?

I cant write a poem by wilson

Forget it
You must be kidding
I don't have a desk
I lost my pencil
I'm to cool for poems
I'm to tied
there is a girl infront of me picking her noes!!!
I don't want to
I don't have a pen licenise
I don't know how to write
Time's up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?

I can't write poem by frankie

Forget it
You must be kidding
I'm to cool for school
I don't have a pen license
I'm too good for a poem
I'm going on holiday
I'm blind
My desk is gone missing
I have know hands
I've got a date with Spongebob
Time's up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?

I Can't Write a Poem By Maya

Forget it
You must be kidding
The sky fell on my head
And now I've got a 3 second memory
Because I was drinking rum and cola last night
My brain isn't working properly
And nor is my pen
Time's up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?

I Can't Write a Poem By Dorrie

Forget it
You must be kidding
My bar blisters hurt and one popped
I've only got a three second memory
My pencil is not sharp and I don't have a sharpener
I'm getting to distracted because people are talking
My arm really hurts!
I forgot how to write
My eyes really hurt
I can't really be bothered
Time's up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?

I can't write a poem by Hannah

Forget it
You must be kidding
I broke my arm
My pencils white
My desk fell over
I don't have a pencil
My brain's dead
I don't know how to write a poem
I need to go to the loo
My fingers fell off
Time's up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?

I can't write a poem by Hannah Moffat

Forget it
You must be kidding
I broke my arm
My pencils white
My desk fell over
I don't have a pencil
My brain's dead
I don't know how to write a poem
I need to go to the loo
My fingers fell off
Time's up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?

i cant write a poem by awsome Elliott.

Forget it
You must be kidding
My t-shirt is dirty.
Im wearing the wrong shoes.
My pencil is evil.
I feel bored.
I have to much acid in my body
paper is EVIL.
Im siting next to the ugly thing.
I need to go toilet.
Time's up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?

i can't write a poem by Alastair

Forget it
You must be kidding
My desk is brown and i want it to be green!
My pencils to short!
I wanna go home!
my friends distracting me!
I wanna go play!
I am alergic to paper!
My eye's are dead!
My hand is to shaky!
Time's up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?

I can't write a poem by Olivia L

Forget it
You must be kidding
I'm to cool for school
I watched a movie last night and after that I could not get to sleep
a nikau palm fell on my house and I could not get to sleep
I don't know how to write a poem
what does poem actually mean?
Time's up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?

I can't write a poem by Mia

Forget it
You must be kidding
My hand is half asleep
My pencil's two short and blunt
I forgot how to write a poem
I cant think of anything to write
I'm half a sleep
Time's up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?

I Can't Write a Poem By Greta

Forget it
You must be kidding
My eyes hurt
I don't have a pencil
I just can't concentrate
poems make my angry
I really can't be bothered
I only have a three second memory
My arm really hurts
I don't know how to write a poem!!!!!
Time's up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?

I cant write a poem by william

Forget it
You must be kidding
iv'e only got a 2 second memory
My desk has been sawed in half
I don't know what a poem is
My dog riped up the paper!!!
I don't have a chair
Iv'e got no lead


Time's up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?

i can't write a pome by Kees

Forget it
You must be kidding
I forgot how to write words on paper
my pencil is thiner than paper
the sky fell on my head
I don't know what to write
I made my paper into a paper plane



Time's up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?

I can't write a poem By Amy O

Forget it
You must be kidding
I'm far too tired
I've forgotten what a poem is
I refuse to use my pencil while there is a spider on it!
I have no ideas
I hit myself on the head with a brick and now I can't remember how to write
I am going to throw up
I lost my pencil
My pencil fell out the window
Time's up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?

I can't write a poem by Ella

Forget it
You must be kidding
I have a runny noes.
I forgot how to write.
I think im going to throw up>
My arm is aching
I have no hands.
Im blind.
My pencil is to short.
I don't know how to right a poem.
Time's up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?

I can't write a poem by Billy :o)

Forget it
You must be kidding
My pencil is not brown
Poems scare me
My desk is blue and the colour blue fined me
Poems are super-uper boring
I'm to awesome to write poems
I'm allergic to paper
Pencils hurt me
I dislike rhyming
Time's up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?

I can't write a poem By Ruby

Forget it
You must be kidding
I only have a three second memory
My pencil is white
I'm blind
I have a duck in my face
I keep falling a sleep
My desk is white so i can't see the paper
I lost my brain
I have a mean pencil
Time's up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?

I can't write a poem by Lyndon

Forget it
You must be kidding
I canit see I think I'm going blind!!!!!!
I have a brain a size of a pea.
My pencil is maternity leave.
My paper is on stike.
I can't fell my hand I think i have to go to the hospital.
Their is a girl in front of me picking her nose.
I felt hungry and I ate my pencil.
I don't know how to write a poem.
Time's up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?

I can't write a poem, by Olivia S

Forget it
You must be kidding
My Mum's calling me for dinner!!
I've only got a three second memory!
I need to go to the toilet
I broke all ten fingers on the monkey bars... I need to see the nurse.
I've got a date with Shrek.
My fingers are numb!
I feel like throwing up!
I want my Mummy..
Time's up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?

I can't write a poem by Room 13

Forget it
You must be kidding
I can't see I think I'm going blind
I refuse to use my pencil while there's a spider on it!
I broke all ten fingers on the monkey bars... I need to see a nurse
My pencil's too short
I've only got a 3 second memory
My brain's dead!
I have poemophobia
My desk is blue and that's my unlucky colour!
Time's up? Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it? Really? No kidding.
Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?