I am a Year 6 at Good Shepherd School in Auckland. I am in Room 5 and my Teacher is Mrs Drummond.
Wednesday, 28 March 2018
Monday, 19 March 2018
Tuesday, 13 March 2018
Soeun narrative writing
The Robot Monster
I am learning to create a narrative based on a image.
As 14 year old Tom rolled out of his bed he stared up at the frosty window. Grabbing the sleeve of his pajamas he wiped the frost off the glass pane and looked at the bustling streets down below his apartment block. Tom was a boy that was short for his age. He was bad at everything apart from creating new things.
Reaching into his plain cupboard he pulled out a crust of plain crunchy bread, for his plain everyday breakfast. Plain was his favourite kind of bread. Tom gulped it down before making his way happily to his workshop where he created his new things. He knew he didn’t have to be there but he just wanted to finish the toy robot he started. Tom realised it was New Year's day in 2060 as he arrived to the empty workshop.
Alone in his workshop Tom finished his toy windup robot he’d been working on for months. He was so proud of himself for making the toy robot , he decided to see if it actually worked. He always failed at the other things he had tried to invent. He plugged his robot in giddy with excitement. Everything was going very smoothly until... ‘Rattle, rattle, rattle,’ Tom suddenly sensed something, he was smelling something like burning rubber.
The robot started to turn huge, and smoke started to come out of it. There was a power surge and every time there was a power surge the robot got more bigger. It took a step towards the boy. The boy screamed, “Stop!” But it was no use the robot was pacing towards him. Everyone was screaming hugging their babies, in a sudden moment the bustling market had no one on the streets.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” Tom screamed like a girl. With the robot’s giant feet it suddenly stomped on Tom and he had to go to a hospital nearby. The doctors and nurses quickly pumped his stomach up. Soon Tom was feeling better but he still had a big scar on where his tummy is. After he got released from the hospital he pushed a stop button on his robot.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” Tom screamed like a girl. With the robot’s giant feet it suddenly stomped on Tom and he had to go to a hospital nearby. The doctors and nurses quickly pumped his stomach up. Soon Tom was feeling better but he still had a big scar on where his tummy is. After he got released from the hospital he pushed a stop button on his robot.
Now Tom never goes to that workshop again. He is scared of robots.
Monday, 12 March 2018
Growth Mindset
“It’s okay to not know but it’s not okay to not try.”
To me this mindset means you might not know but you still have to try hard.
To me this mindset means you might not know but you still have to try hard.
I can use this mindset when I am stuck on something because it is hard.
Friday, 2 March 2018
Wednesday, 28 February 2018
Monday, 26 February 2018
Most Disgusting Meal
I am learning to inform my audience by sharing an entertaining moment.
Have you ever had a food that was so bad you wanted to vomit it back up? Well I have and it is a boiled steamed egg. So I was five years old and I was at my grandma’s house playing hide and seek with my older cousins. Everything was fine until my grandma called everyone up to the table.
“Everyone, dinners ready!” called my grandma. As I started to get closer I could smell something fishy. I realised at this point that I was going to be the last to the table, while everyone was waiting for me, licking their lips waiting for what they thought was a delicious meal.
The fishy smell was so unbearable as I walked into the room, I wanted to run out of the house screaming to avoid the smell of that meal. Then suddenly it hit me just like lightning would hit people suddenly, the fishy smell was a boiled steamed egg not fish. I saw the not so attractive meal in front of me all watery and disgusting like vomit. I was unable to swallow it while everyone around me was enjoying their meal, gulping it down, the disgusting meal.
I know lots of people like boiled eggs and steamed eggs but the egg was a cracked egg whisked with a whisk then boiled on the stove and had chopped up with the extra bonus of fish in it, yucky! I don’t know how people like things like that, let alone actually eat it.
I knew I had an intolerance to egg so I said, “No way I am eating that.” As I sat there refusing any food from my plate, watching as they all continued to dive into their plate.
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