Writing

We do this thing in class where you get a picture, you write 3 adjectives about it and then write 3 sentences using the three adjectives

 Eg;

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Dark
Dirty
Empty

As I got pushed into the lightless room the darkness blinded me, making my eyes sting. A chill went down my spine as I heard a door handle turn. The door opened enough for me to see writing made out of blood on the walls, ‘Get out, Stay still and he might not get you’. Someone walked in and closed the door behind them. They came towards me. I could feel their warm breath at the back of my neck. They grabbed me.

 

 

YOU HAVE A GO IN A POST

Hi

If there is anything you want me to research and put in a post please inform me and I will do my best to complete your task. But, you MUST tell me why you want to know about it because you could just be wanting me to do your homework for you. If I don’t believe why you are asking me to do it I will email you(if you put in your email).

Maths Camp

I know what you are thinking MATHS CAMP! Well it actually wasn’t that bad. It was really fun. It all started last year when stage three did a Newcastle Permanent maths test. Out of about ninety people only Lara and I got a high distinction meaning we got to go to maths camp. If any of my commenters get the offer I recommend you go.

Make a Story

I am going to write a sentence to start off a story then what I want you to do is write the next sentence in a comment  if you see a comment already containing a sentence i will add that sentence to this post. Please do sensible sentences because I do not want to spam any of my readers who do inappropriate sentences.

 

Once upon a time there was a man called Bob. Bob lived and worked on a farm. He was an extraordinary man with a wealth and knowledge on almost any topic you could ever imagine.Bob’s grand-children and their friends always looked forward to visiting him, especially when they had school assignments, knowing that he would sit for hours answering their many questions. This week his grandchildren were coming and he was to prepare for their arrival. “I wonder what they’ll want to do this time? Maybe we could all saddle up the horses, pack a swag and head out for a sleep-out,” Bob suggested to his wife, Mary. “Or we could just make them sleep outside”Bob continued. “Don’t be rude bob they are our grandchildren. we have to spoil them remember” mary replied.

Mrs Cliff

As you may know Mrs Cliff had to leave us last year as she was having a little baby girl. The school misses her sooooo much because she was such a good teacher. I wish she could come back so badly. Our new teacher is called Mr Nix and he is pretty cool as well. He is very funny and I love his jokes. Mrs Cliff or Mr Nix may be reading this right now so if you want to talk to them they will see in my comments box. Mrs C helped us soooo much last year. I wish both teachers good luck in the future.Another teacher left us last year Mrs O’neil she was a kindy teacher she will be missed as well.

♥Buddies♥

This year I am in year 6 therefore I got a buddy. Her name is Tayah. Every year 6 at school got a buddy from kindergarten. Plus my little sister Esha came into kindergarten this year. Her buddy is my friend Lara she is awesome.

Tell me about your buddy or best friend in the comment box down the bottom of the page.

Where I Live

I live in Salamander Bay in NSW in Australia. These are poems I was taught in class last year…

MY COUNTRY
A poem by Dorothea Mackellar

The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance,
Brown streams and soft dim skies,
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains;
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror-
The wide brown land for me!

The tragic ringbarked forests,
Stark white beneath the moon,
The sapphire misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon,
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree tops
And ferns the crimson soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart around us
We see the cattle die-
But then the grey clouds gather
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady soaking rain.

Core of my heart my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine
She pays us back threefold,
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.

An opal-hearted country,
A wilful lavish land-
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand-
Though earth holds many splendours
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country,
My homing thoughts will fly.

I think it is a lovely poem here is another one you may know it…

WALTZING MATILDA
a ballad by “Banjo” Patterson

Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong
Under the shade of a coolabah tree
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled
Who’ll come a Waltzing Matilda with me
Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
Who’ll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled
Who’ll come a waltzing matilda with me

Down came a jumbuck to drink at the billabong
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee
And he sang as he stuffed that jumbuck in his tucker bag
You’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me
Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me
& he sang as he stuffed that jumbuck in his tucker bag
You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me

Down came the Squatter mounted on his thoroughbred
Down came the troopers one, two, three
Where’s that jolly jumbuck you’ve got in your tuckerbag
You’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me
Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me
Where’s that jolly jumbuck you’ve got in your tuckerbag
You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me

Up jumped the swagman and sprang into the billabong
You’ll never take me alive said he
And his ghost may be heard as you pass by the billabong
“Who’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me”
Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
Who’ll come a waltzing matilda with me
& his ghost may be heard as you pass by that billabong
Who’ll come a waltzing matilda with me.

I hope you liked them.