Wednesday, 27 March 2019
Get NZ Writing
Our class participated in Get NZ writing. Get NZ writing is where you get an item from the box such as a toy spider. Then you write a poem with sticky words such as the ones at the top of this page. Then color in the back of the card. I think my best word on my poem was exoskeleton
Then you stick them all together like on the bottom right then you're done.
Monday, 4 March 2019
makey makey
we walked from OC over to moari land hub there we were informed of what and how to use makey makey from then on we learned how to make a carrot piano and a Pacman controller made out of lead from a pencil and a piece of paper then the final one that we did was that we were given some cardboard and tinfoil to make an item of your choice I made an old sword then building of that we had to make it so if you touch it it will make noises that you recorded earlier
Sense Poems
kitchen
I see the dark wooden floor
kitchen
I feel the cold from the fan
kitchen
I smell the herbs in the pantry
kitchen
I hear the sound of a knife chopping some lettuce
kitchen
I taste the chocolate that was in the pantry
beach
I see the cool blue ocean
beach
I feel the soft sand beneath my feet
beach
I smell the salty breeze
beach
I hear the deep rumble of the ocean
beach
I taste the sand that flew into my mouth
bedroom
I see the cup of water by my bed
bedroom
I feel the soft carpet beneath my feet
bedroom
I smell the familiar smell of Cookie
bedroom
I hear the sound of Cookie sliding across the floor
bedroom
I taste my hidden stash of lollies
books
I see the faded pages of my books I feel hardcover
books
I feel the hardcover
books
I smell the dusty old paper
books
I hear the sound of the paper flapping in the wind
books
I taste the pice of the plastic that I was chewing
I see the dark wooden floor
kitchen
I feel the cold from the fan
kitchen
I smell the herbs in the pantry
kitchen
I hear the sound of a knife chopping some lettuce
kitchen
I taste the chocolate that was in the pantry
beach
I see the cool blue ocean
beach
I feel the soft sand beneath my feet
beach
I smell the salty breeze
beach
I hear the deep rumble of the ocean
beach
I taste the sand that flew into my mouth
bedroom
I see the cup of water by my bed
bedroom
I feel the soft carpet beneath my feet
bedroom
I smell the familiar smell of Cookie
bedroom
I hear the sound of Cookie sliding across the floor
bedroom
I taste my hidden stash of lollies
books
I see the faded pages of my books I feel hardcover
books
I feel the hardcover
books
I smell the dusty old paper
books
I hear the sound of the paper flapping in the wind
books
I taste the pice of the plastic that I was chewing
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