Pirongia Room 8

School Flood

2011-08-25T14:15:00.000-07:00

Sun fades into the dark clouds. The dark clouds push the white clouds and claim there territory. Finally it rains water is amid us some of the girl got scared that we will sink. An old man in a rusted car using a shining wet puddle told us. When we went for a float and I think no body has ever seen a floating school Pirongia yare. Later we found a rope and we waited for something to hoist we found something throw the rope but we mist. Some people cried like a little baby searching for their mum. Soon we dropped hard down to Waikato River Slam crush. Some of the kids said that where domed but I just relied that we still have the rope so I climb up to the roof and lassoed it to a swirly tree branch hoping it will holed and it did. Lucy we had reception so the teacher grabbed her phone and called 111 . We can get rescued . But the rope snapped and we were going down river . One second later a tree fell down and we were stuck one minute later a helicopter came and we were rescued.

Motorbike

2011-08-23T19:12:00.000-07:00

Sitting in the lonely garage

Waiting for someone to come and claim it but one is coming beep beep the garage door opens. “Are you ready to race?” vroom vroom “I’m ready to race”

“Wow you can talk” “of coarse I can I’m the fastest

Racing bike you will ever

Met” “ok! Is like a little fragment because it is so tiny. He is green and black

With monster energy signs on the side. The motorbike is like it soars

Around the corner and comes back again. I blink

It blinks again. The multitudes of people stare at it like a formidable

Staring contest. It goes

For a extreme race with

Other racing bikes.

“Vroom Vroom”.

Rain

2011-08-23T19:08:00.000-07:00

It’s 9:00am and after a turbulent morning we are finally at school. We sprint off in complete different directions. When I’m five metres away from the marvellously dry deck, when rain buckets down like a waterfall I sprint as fast as I can but it follows me like a homing missile. At last I’m under the wonderful deck the warmth surges through my freezing bones, it feels spectacular. I run to the warm bag bay the rain is now 100 times worse than it was before. The deafening bell rang only to be drowned out by the terribly loud rain. We were half way through the roll when there was a sudden dynamic jolt everyone one fell silent, there was another formidable jolt, the lights went out “what’s happening?!” someone screamed. There was another sudden jolt I felt my own legs collapse beneath me, I was falling. I expected everyone else was too. Suddenly I felt water how could there be a hole in the roof, I would have felt the rain. The windows erupted with light I destroyed trees dangerous rocks. “Where are we!” someone yelled” Half way to Hamilton” Mrs Mckenzie exclaimed she sounded like nothing had happened.” Look people are trying to stop us going any further down the river someone shouted excitement in there voice.” There’s two huge bulldozers there trying to stop us like a barricade” someone else exclaimed,” There are cars at the river bank” another yelled in excitement. The bulldozers succeeded. People led us to the cars we all muttered our good byes and the cars sped down the ash ashephelt road. At home I told my mum and dad in every miniature detail what had happened. When I finished they both wore an expression of extreme surprise. It took them about five minutes but they finally came back to reality.

Motorbike

2011-08-22T17:39:00.000-07:00

Stealthy bikes, boring. How about a treacherous speaking bike. In this remarkable edition stocks will not last. Guaranteed to go as fast as rapids or, even faster. It is a ostentatious flame. He has a human mind. “Why was he asleep for a year?” I questioned. “Well I can respond to that. When he breaths in he makes something called bio fuel. It makes it out of the trillions of air molecules”.” I will take it!"

Pink Jet

2011-08-22T17:38:00.000-07:00

The fleet footed machine makes a dash for it though the woolly ivory clouds in the azure blue sky dismantling every thing in its way including the diminutive blue

Bird. The propellers revolve around in circles, the wings soar though the gorgeous air. My formidable jet is a ferocious beast flying lofty high though the perussion blue sky

Thrust ssc

2011-08-22T17:35:00.000-07:00

Eager at the starting line, with the two jet engines ready to start up and move the heavy mechanism. A Christmas tree of lights in front of the Thrust ssc telling it when to go. The monster realise it had to go. Hwffff. The gigantic machine staggers along slowly picking up speed, and eventually reaches 1,224 kph. Finally when it gets to the finish line it has made a new world record.

Speed Machine

2011-08-22T17:32:00.000-07:00

An uproar, a sonic boom, a tumultuous noise starts the engine. Waiting, waiting, waiting, like a treacherous lion hiding in the bushes. Louder and louder. Suddenly it disperses off the gravely ground. It is a throbbing bumble bee only just gliding in the air. Gradually it jumps into the air like a kangaroo springing. Whoosh it lifts into the air. I am a helicopter.

Sprint car

2011-08-22T17:26:00.000-07:00

Brim brim! “Feed me feed me I need my gas”. Can we go to the speedway please can we go”. “Ok then”. Hurry up and get me in the trailer.

“I’m in ”he says

dynamically. He roars like a tiger. Hurry up and get me on the formidable treacherous track. I have to wait a multitude of time amid the others cars. I’m going to have an ostentatious sleep and turbulent dream too.

The Speed Machine

2011-08-22T17:22:00.000-07:00

It d

It dozes in the gleaming sun like a peaceful cat sitting on the front porch. Waiting for someone to give its wheels a stretch. At last its rubber wheels whirl around with stealth on the concrete. Its rubber wheels are like fish tails swishing through the treacherous ocean. The gripped rip stick hurtles down the path like a high speed racing car. Finally he is free.

Dads Van

2011-08-22T17:19:00.000-07:00

The reluctant aqua-green colour glistens in the vulnerable daylight. Silver fern like tyre rims conceal the black tar around it. Headlights are bright beady eyes burning into your soul. IGNITE!!!! A sudden rumbling of a bull is the sound of the grumbling belly of the van. Satisfying every drop of fuel is an extra kilometre on the path to freedom. The doors swing open. Loading is in progress. Heavy objects are nothing.

Driving past small cars seems weird but great.

So never come across this monstrous

Vehicle.

The rainy day

2011-08-22T17:13:00.000-07:00

Splish splash

“That rain looks like its getting harder and harder”.mrs McKenzie whispers. A giant dark cloud appears from the middle of know where. Deanna asks “does any one else feel like we are floating”? I do I do…other room 8 kids say several times. Levi rushes to the front window. ”Hey guys we are floating, we’ve actually floated all the way to the drowned four square!” every ones desks get rearranged with all the bobbing up and down. Up up up and away! A huge hole explodes with icy water, making the drowned class shoot up in the air at 200 km per hour “AAAHHHH!”

The class fell down like a crash landing jet. BAM! We’ve hit the Waikato river. A huge rock the size of a bomb rips the class into fragments.

Stasia and I start floating away from the others towards a waterfall.

Rescue helicopters surround the rest of the class but they don’t see Stasia and I.

AAAHHH! We land on a pile of soft silver ferns. “Oh how are we going to get help?” I ask Stasia nervously. “Da we can make a silver fern signal.” hours and hours go past and no choppers have seen our amazing ferns. A bright red cherry red rescue helicopter appears. “Is any one down there?” Says a low croaky voice. “Oh yes yes”! We both shout. Yippee we are saved”!

The Jet

2011-08-22T17:10:00.000-07:00

Laying there untouched unused itching for someone or something to take it for a spin. With a blink of an eye it vanishes. A red hot fiery breath roared down the back of the mans shivering spine. It moves, it starts breathing in gas as oxygen. He couldn’t believe his eyes it was like a ghost stalking him watching his every move like an under cover cop sniffing evil through the air. But the only thing stopping it was chocks. It spits the wooden breaks from underneath it but it still doesn’t budge. It finally budges and it disappears through the fog. THE END or is it

The day of the rain

2011-08-22T17:07:00.000-07:00

Pitter patter goes that rain, it gets harder and harder and harder. The treacherous rain gets higher and higher. Suddenly the wobbling classroom shakes and shudders like an earthquake. Then we lift and we get higher and higher. Then we have lifted off. Then we pass McDonalds. Jason says “I’ll have a cheese burger and chips.” He yelled to the man in the shop who says “Would you
like to up size that?” “No thanks” Jason screamed but then when we thought it could not get any worse we were heading straight for the dam. Then Mrs. McKenzie said “Don’t panic.” Then I said “How can we not it’s so fun?” Then smash as we hit the dam and skimmed back but Jason ate his McDonalds first.

racing car

2011-08-21T17:24:00.000-07:00

Zoom! suddenly the tumultuous racing car stampeded down the racing course.

Hastily passing 1, 2,3,4,5 it is lightning.

Giving a little smirk while he passes.

He is mendacious, formidable and

Ostentatious.

He loves rivalry because he always wins…

Maybe not this time wait nearly there,

He won 1^st place.

Victory is his!!!

flood

2011-08-21T17:21:00.000-07:00

Darker and darker. It looks like 8.00am. Boom! Lightning, Shh! Rain. Waikato river must be airborne. Grass is filled with a flood. “It’s flooding” the P.A system buzzed “Get inside.” Then the last drop fell. Crack! The school lifted. “Aahhh!” somebody screams. “We’re going overboard” somebody notes. Water gushes in. “Help” somebody feebly shouts. Close the window “Obviously” the rest of the class tells us. “Hey it works” someone said gently.
Whoosh! We were off again. “Where are we?” I said suddenly. “Every things bright” “And cold” someone said in the distance.
Bang! The water deflated. Down, down, down. I could see the ground. Bang! The water went down but we didn’t. It got colder. By now the water was gone, But not the snow. “Ruapahu” a sign said “Woa.” The class gyrated like the ruapane slope. We are sliding. We bolted down the mountain like a V8. A bubble rose in the ground and ripped the class in half by a rock. The class looked like two giant unmolded hockey pucks. “Hold on and hold tight” Mrs Mckenzie frantically shouts. The chill is bringing an unwelcoming fearsome warning, calling “Beware.” We were slowly climbing in speed. More rocks. Our classroom was cheese getting grated on the ground. I hopped on my desk just in time. The class disintegrated over the snow and rock. The story of the titanic except nobodies dead. My arm was discharging blood and felt defeated and deflated. There was an eerie silence followed by moaning. Fearsome chill in my ear. Turbulent winds blow dynamically. We are perishing. Thunder “Not more rain” somebody moans. But the clouds aren’t black. The snow twirls lightly upwards, a metallic machine appeared. The four slender blades were a turbo charged boomerang. Our search party has found us.

ripstick

2011-08-21T17:15:00.003-07:00

A ripstick soars like a race car squealing down the road. Two stealth wheels with a shiny coating of ocean blue on top. Bits of grip beckoning you to stay on. It crushes every little thing in its way. Twigs getting dismantled. Leaves scatter away as they do not want to go to their grave. One mendacious rock is in the middle of the path. With skill the ripstick dodges it like a person dodging a ball to the face. Sun gleams down onto the ripstick which makes an eye blinding reaction. Amazingly the ripstick swerves back around and goes back the way it came. Oh no!! What about that one mendacious rock sitting as still as a concealed chair. Da dun da dun da dun BANG!!! Ostentatiously the ripstick crashes into the rock now there is one thing the ripstick can not destroy!!!

2011-08-21T17:15:00.001-07:00

speedboat

2011-08-21T17:12:00.001-07:00

The gleaming new speed boat absorbs speed like a sponge absorbing water. It is a shark slicing through the icy cold water leaving white froth in its wake.
The speedboat’s dark brown colour is camouflage amid the snakey seaweed . The speedy speedboat zips across the deep blue sea . But the gleaming used speedboat will be back.
By Ciaran

ministock

2011-08-21T17:10:00.001-07:00

The ostentatious ministock slumbers in the back of the shed, with its radiant paint job and war scars .a blazing piece of steel, its rims are a scarlet red .the mendacious ministock is screaming at you ‘drive me I haven’t had a ride in ages!’ it lurks in the tin shed and forever haunts whoever doesn’t take a second glance.

Suzuki gst500

2011-08-21T17:04:00.000-07:00

It leans on its coal colour stand waiting use up its dynamic Stealthy fuel. Double seats mean double the people. Its tumultuous engine turbulently turns on. A person has to drive or else there will be no exiting fun. It roars up, down the street trying to be ostentatious.
It looks like a black bike with ferocious speed. It lightens up to reveal its treacherous need. All come together now you will know it is not a multitude but only 1 speedy motorbike.

afloat

2011-08-21T17:03:00.001-07:00

The beating of the rain pounds down on our windows like a never ending drum .Rain races to and fro down our windows at full speed .
As we peer out side our forbidden window we see puddles exchange shape into pools which overtake our overgrown school pool.
“It’s raining so hard we have been lifted up.” Cried Miss McKenzie in terror .As we jostle from side to side we see slides and other parts of our play ground afloat and going under.
“No body open the doors it’s treacherous out there.” Cried teachers from the other room which stand amid the rising water.
As the fragment pieces of room 8 makes its way to what’s was the road to T.A were we see scattered houses , cars ,trucks and who knows what other fragment pieces of lost hope are out there.
We make our way past S.T pats or what’s left of it .Were water has taken over and we see the horrified faces of teachers and pupils .They cry in fear “HELP ”Over and over again if they are broken recorders .Soon they become concealed and drowning . At this point they must think fish have taken over.
Up ahead we see what almost looks like sky scrapers but are actually the T.A College. We can truly say that the rain has not been nice too them. Not long after we past the hop lost college it implodes to the limitless water bellow .We see a concealed rock lingering amid the treacherous water we think too our selves “That is a weird looking rock .Wait that’s not a rock .That’s a crocodile!!!!!

The day of the rain

2011-08-21T15:18:00.000-07:00

The ceaseless rain cataracts onto our class and cascades down our windows. Our gutters can’t hold the water in anymore and vomits all the rain out. Splash! Room 8 starts to wobble. The treacherous wave hauls us with it.

Instantly room 8 tips to the side, we all crashed into the light brown wall. Heading down Beechey Street. Brenna and I hurtle to the leaky window. Room 8 is like a surfboard, surfing the waves.

As we head down Frontier Road, inquisitive adults use their dimpled gear sticks to paddle their puckerooed cars. Someone notices a contorted sign saying ‘Welcome to Te Awamutu.’ While we go through the main street, a diminutive object locks on our class and punctures one of our hazy windows. Water floods into the drenched class.

Suddenly a colossal wave reaches in the window and drags Brenna and I out the cardinal door. Brenna and I grab onto a beige tree trunk and we head down the Mc Donald’s drive through. A bored voice asks “May I take your order?” Like he doesn’t even notice the flood. “Ill have two happy meals with coke for the drink.” Brenna exclaims. As we devour our lunch we float down the abrupt hill and the wrinkled log gets trapped on the roof of the cherry red warehouse, well the roof was the only part showing of the warehouse. An idea popped inside my brainy head. “I will swim in the warehouse and get equipment for a distress flag!” I shout over the bolshie water.

Just then Brenna spots a generous helicopter saving room 8. I dive into the sloshing warehouse and struggle to get the equipment for the life saving flag. A few minutes later I swim up to the top of the cherry red warehouse and Brenna makes a flag saying ‘s.o.s’ (save our souls.) Minutes later a navy helicopter drops a never ending ladder and Brenna and I stagger up it, into the warm helicopter.

The Speed Machine

2011-08-21T15:12:00.000-07:00

There it is sitting there gazing at the door waiting to be warmed up, because now it’s sitting in an iceberg container. But when the keys go in there’s no going back. Turning corners sharper than a blazing blade it’s self. But now it’s as sluggish as a seal. “Quick pull up” the car calls “I need to refuel” the car repeated. “There cool of” the driver concluded. Vroom vroom and of they go again with a tumultuous roar! Turning corners as quick as a blink of an eye. Sadly now its engine is cold again gazing at the stiff door.

Speed machine

2011-08-16T15:29:00.000-07:00

The speed machine!
Sitting in its seat, it waits to be dragged away and driven on. It cries to use its turbulent, tumultuous boosters and steam through the park just like a helicopter soaring through the ostentatious deep blue sky. When riding you are amid a mind of its own ride. It’s also a monster. It’s a flabbergasting scene to see because of it’s burning colours that shine in the dark yellow sun. But instead of it being taken away and ridden on it just sits wishing a life to drive with it’s 2 raspberry wheels and raspberry handles. Then suddenly “wakie wakie time to drive”” YEAH “ yells the treacherous scooter.
By Samara

Vivid Vocabulary

2011-08-03T15:03:00.000-07:00

We are explaining a word through imagery

Vivid vocabulary

2011-08-03T14:47:00.000-07:00

We are making pictures to explain what the word means. Other kids in our class are coming up with brilliant new words

Mountain craft

2011-06-15T17:01:00.000-07:00

Here is some photos of our mountain craft. This is a stage by stage craft activity. We are loving it!

Mr Judge's painting in the school hall

Step 1; Sketch using the HUGE painting we sketched our own copies

Sketching is tricky!

The red hot poker in action!
This is the 2nd step where we use a red hot poker machine to 'burn' the design on wood.

These are examples of 1 red hot poker completed and 3 sketches on larger wood ready for carving.

Here we are sketching onto the wood using our original sketch.

Hot action!

Carving is the next step. Ouch watch out for your hand!

What concentration!

Here is a copy of the Email from the Antartic Centre!

2011-06-15T16:12:00.000-07:00

Hi room 8

My Name is Mal and I am the penguin keeper here at the Antarctic centre.

Thank you so much for your email, its great to know Morgan has great supporters from all over New Zealand.

Morgan is a strange case for us, that Department of conservation, my Vet and myself are all puzzled, he has been released on 4 occasions but never went back out to sea and My friend Shireen from DOC found him wandering around peoples paddocks! Also very skinny because he could not get food without going back into the sea.

So he is with us now, and I am slowly trying to get him used to the water as he needs to swim to preen and keep himself waterproof.

He stays in the training pool long enough now to have a good drink and bath but gets out straight after and wont properly swim.

He is in Quarenteen at the moment so he is not with Pania or the others just yet but I know he will fit in just fine and I'm hoping once he is with the others he can learn to swim again from them once he realises he has to get in to get fish off me!

Morgan will join the others in the enclosure in 2 weeks time, we are all very excited about that. And hope Pania our single white flippered penguin (who is a very good swimmer), can take him under her wing / flipper

Thank you so much for your questions, Ill let Morgan know that you have thought of him

Kind Regards,

Mal

NZ Penguin Encounter at The Antarctic Attraction

International Antarctic Centre

P O Box 14088

38 Orchard Rd

Christchurch, NZ

Tel: 64 3 353 7798

Fax: 64 3 353 7799

penguins@iceberg.co.nz

Morgan the penguin by Kate!

2011-06-15T15:53:00.000-07:00

Morgan the penguin who doesn't like to swim.

2011-06-08T15:18:00.000-07:00

Our reading groups have been reading about a white flipperd penguin , named Morgan.
He was found in a paddock in Akaroa.
Morgorn is a chicken when it comes to swimming.
The staff from Internationnal Antarctic Centre have high hopes for Pania to help Morgan to swim.
When Morgan is in his pen he flips his water bowl over and stands on it.
When Morgan is placed into the water he quickly uses his beak and flippers to haul himself out.
We sent an e-mail to the staff at the Intational Antartic Centre to ask if he is swimming yet we are waiting for a reply.

Spelling awards

2011-05-09T16:46:00.000-07:00

I am Daniel and I got most of my weeks of spelling right.

My mum read out the words and I had a piece of paper and a pen and I wrote them down and I

said next when I wanted the next word.

I improved alot.

Spelling Awards

2011-05-09T16:39:00.000-07:00

Kate and I got 8 out of ten for our spelling. We practise hard by our parents helping us by reading them
out for us and we had to spell it. We improved a lot.

Spelling awards

2011-05-09T16:30:00.000-07:00

Rachel and I have achieved to get 10 out of 10 in our spelling for the whole term, we are proud of what we achieved. We had to do our spelling practice every day. We have become much better spellers.

Using morse code

2011-05-05T17:27:00.000-07:00

Morse code is made up of beeps.It is a way to signal to other people in a fast way.One bad thing about it is it can only go a short way.

Historical Commuincation

2011-05-05T17:25:00.000-07:00

This is called a slate. People could use these to write in school in the olden days. We were learning about historical communication in room 8 so we went to the museum to learn more. We had to do heaps of activitys. For the slates we had to do write times tables to see how hard it was to write copared to writing on paper. It was fun.

Historical communication

2011-05-05T17:10:00.000-07:00

This is a transistor radio and it was one of the first radios to have a battery.

Having a battery ment that it was portable so you could take it places without a plug.

This radio transister was about 50 years old.

Ruapane

2011-03-13T17:46:00.001-07:00

Ruapane

Tumbling frostily up the mountain I struggle to get half way. I was like a

desert snake slithering. Then I stop for my prey. I camouflage in with every thing around me then I

attack. Finally I could see the top I sprinted like I never had

before “I made it” The teacher said “Back down”. The view was amazing.

By Manaia

Ruapane

2011-03-13T17:44:00.001-07:00

Teetering trees start to clear, rock faces, tree routes and mud, it all starts to vanish in thin air. At the top curious clouds welcome us to hair pulling and briefly let me see the breathtaking view. I look back at the surreal snake and think about every corner, bend and what obstacles. I had to pass to get here. “What a day!”

By Stasia.

Ruapane

2011-03-13T17:43:00.000-07:00

Ruapane

Slowly I crept up the agonising sharp stone track. The breath of the forest hit me, as if it was a bullet. Crunch! It slowly changed, from sharp stones to rotting roots. I was about to give up…. Slip!....

Ruapane Climb

2011-03-13T17:41:00.001-07:00

Stabbing my feet on the slippery ground I race higher and higher never to stop. Squilch! Squilch! I go as I grab the ground with my muddy feet. Roots then reach out and pull you in. Thinking as I walk about the to sight. Then I stop to grab my breath. Hold on! I think to myself as I see rocks under my nose. Clutching the rocks I climb and climb and feel the blowing wind. Suddenly the slimy stones start slithering up me. “Yes” I yell as I touch the cloud view.
Samara

Ruapane

2011-03-13T17:39:00.001-07:00

Ribbons of sunlight peer though the shiny branches. I smell freshness of the cool forest . At the start two short wooden bridges go over a dried up gutter. The trees concealed the clear sky . The great trees compared to the small growing plants were tiny . Never ending steps go up,up,up the huge mountain . The birds cheer me on . Mount Everest must be large compared to this . Yahoo! I did it !

Rachel

Ruapane

2011-03-13T17:37:00.000-07:00

Heaving, I pushed myself up, stumbling over different objects every time. The snake we walk on takes turns when you least expect it. The boardwalks lend a hand over the feverish, swampy, laver like mud, that lurked in the grass waiting to catch its next victim. Finally the razor rocks roamed the path, the last obstacle to the top. Clambering up it finished our destination, the top!

Anton

Ruapane

2011-03-13T17:35:00.000-07:00

Trip,trap,trip,trap! The sound of feet clambering throw the hollow forest. The bragging trees conceal the blazing sun with in its path.

The point of the Ruapane look out is a statue

Frozen stiff to the crumbled ground.

Ethan R

Rupane Walk

2011-03-13T17:33:00.000-07:00

I streamline up the rocky slimy path beneath my stubborn feet we trail a human rope c team trots up “we made it” the rocks crumble behind me” more muddy track!” I crawl on hands and knees scrambling for a breath and a break I collapse and stop dead in my tracks the summit I pull my self up the clouds soar then clear wonders down below its going to take years to get down I exclaim.

By Ethan C

Ruapane

2011-03-13T16:40:00.000-07:00

Ruapane

Puffing hard my lungs are closing In on me. I can feel the air start to slow down. Suddenly a gush of faint voices trickle through my ear. Are they talking English or what. Yanking my water bottle from my bag I snap the top off and skull

It down to the deep dark hole known as my throat. Until the rock face. Its tree routed hands can tangle around your feet. Its mouth

dribbles green goo to slip you over.

Yes I did it!

By Brooklyn . k

Ruapane

It down to the deep dark hole known as my throat. Until the rock face. Its tree routed hands can tangle around your feet. Its mouth

dribbles green goo to slip you over.

Yes I did it!

By Brooklyn . k

Ruapane

It down to the deep dark hole known as my throat. Until the rock face. Its tree routed hands can tangle around your feet. Its mouth

dribbles green goo to slip you over.

Yes I did it!

By Brooklyn . k

Ruapane

2011-03-13T16:37:00.001-07:00

RUAPANE!

I shove myself up the muddy mountain.

I am the stomach of the long snake, slithering up the squishy sludge. Suddenly from board walks to fierce roots waiting patiently to reach out and pull you away. FLOP! I slip over. Reaching the top! Clouds welcoming us with a breath taking view

What a day!!!

Brenna

Ruapane

2011-03-13T16:33:00.001-07:00

Slowly but surely, slimy and squishy. “It’s like a never ending story,” I whisper to my self. Wood walk-in’s fun, but not when seventy kids have already gone stomping over it. Next slippery and wet is the unforgiving tree feeding roots we slide like snakes through the jungle faster than a cheetah. Rocks and roots ? Hard but fun. Now it’s like a fairy tale! It’s all happiness at the start but then it gets hard. “I did it.” I screamed down the long river.

By Levi

Ruapana

2011-03-13T16:31:00.001-07:00

Bugs, mud and stones, slippery sticky stones slithering on my worn-out shoes. The stony track, as slippery as a snake. All of C team climbing, slipping and sliding up the mountain, Ruapane. My legs were aching arms swinging. What could be worse? The woven roots are snakes slithering out to grab your legs. Volcanic rocks falling out waiting for the final climb. By Kate

Ruapane

2011-03-13T16:29:00.000-07:00

Ruapane

Slowly I take one step crunch I take

One more step CRUNCH.

My Dad came too.

He was at the back talking.

‘Oh it’s the steps’ I flow down

the steps like a fast racing

Car. Yes I did it. My Dad

did it too.

By Chloe

Ruapana walk

2011-03-13T16:26:00.000-07:00

CALEB wait up. We were only half way up. The whole of c team claiming in one straight line. Corey and Caleb were taking photos of each other. When I made it to the top I looked around every one was sitting down and eating.

By Caleb

Ruapane Trip

2011-03-13T16:22:00.001-07:00

Ruapane Trip

Pounding legs, puffing breath “when will this end”?. This long snake of humans slithered along the boardwalks. Thousands of steps to fight and my breath has been taken away. All the roots are standing up ready to trip you up and laugh. Mud is sucking and slurping at your feet. will this ever end? Now the rocks to go. Step by step and then… “Deanna you made it” shouted Mrs. A. “Yeah wohow!” happiness flowed through my body.
By Deanna

Ruapana

2011-03-13T16:20:00.000-07:00

Ruapane

Pushing my feet so I can get to the slippery rock at the top of the mountain. As people run up the mountain and people having rests. At last we all start climbing as birds

twerp, squawk, sing. Finally we all make it to the beautiful view.
Corey

Ruapane Wallk

2011-03-13T16:15:00.001-07:00

Ruapane walk

As I start walking amid the lofty trees.

I glare at the mouldy treacherous bridge.

As I hobble along the mouldy bridge

A fragment of that ancient bridge falls off.

Soon I hamper to the side of that rocky track. I haul my drink out of my bag.

I drink my ice-cold water then I’m back

Up that muddy slimy ruapene track.

Feeling that cold winter breeze blow on my neck.

Will I ever make it to the top?
Shyan

Ruapane climb

2011-03-13T16:11:00.000-07:00

RUAPANE CLIMB

BREATHLESS I JUST ABOUT Choked ON A BUG THAT WENT DOWN MY THROAT. I WAS ON THE Final chunk of volcanic rock, was I going to make it snap or…?

“move !!!” someone yelled out from behind me. I have to stop having such dramatic moments I thought. I got up. HEy, I got up! Now time for some food. I devoured it so fast I couldn’t even taste it. All that was left was the fragment on the ground. Now the agony really begins on the way back.

Ruapane

2011-03-13T16:07:00.000-07:00

The track was a drawn out snake beating us up the mountain. I could see sticky spider webs hanging amid the trees and plants .We climb over the volcanic rocks. My eyes search the view. I had made it!

By Casey

Ruapane Walk

2011-03-13T16:04:00.000-07:00

Ruapane Walk

Slurp! slurp! as my bright white shoes turned to a dark, dark brown as I attempted to slowly make my way up the twisting track to the summit .The vines looked like a tornado surrounding the trunk while fragment by fragment was sounded and destroyed . When the trees finally stopped concealing the light I scanned the summit . Jagged ground was like the horns of a triceratops as it stared at me from below .

By Teagan

Ruapane

2011-03-13T16:00:00.000-07:00

Waiting as Mrs s call's out the roll. We attempt to march up the Ruapane mountain as everyone slipped over and push and shove Mud splattered over all of us. Our climb is formidable. ‘The view is amazing’ I exclaimed at the top of my voice.

Ruapane

2011-03-13T15:59:00.001-07:00

Ruapane

2011-03-13T15:57:00.001-07:00

Ruapane

2011-03-13T15:47:00.001-07:00

RUAPANE

It was nerve wrecking , to see stairs sloping all the way to the top. Crunch, crunch old rusty leafs mixed with gravel crunching under my feet. Trees twisting and turning everywhere. Spiders spinning silky webs, waiting for their prey to fly into the death trap. The trees sighing and whispering secrets. I wonder what they are saying? I wonder to my self. I climb like a professional rock climber over the rocks. We reach the top. “Yahoo”. Now getting back down is what I'm scared about.

Ruapane

2011-03-13T15:40:00.000-07:00

Waiting endlessly to have same excitement .First comes the never ending stairs I wish they were escalators going up, up, up to the top .Next to the short stumpy board walks ,with no purpose of being there apart from saving us from the small deserted streams. Finally the roots waiting for its next victim to wander past. But wait the volcanic rocks. Reaching the summit of Ruapane. ’’I have victory.” Trying to catch my breath I sit down before I jog back down with some sliding on the side and slimy mud.

The Climb

2011-03-13T15:35:00.000-07:00

Finally we are here, mount Ruapane as all of C team piled onto the forest track. We had only been there for 5 minutes and I had noticed that some of the trees were being taken over by sticky green moss.

My goal is to get to the top of the mountain. Finally we all made it to the slippery rock climbing 15 minutes later. Aahhh we made it to the awesomely stunning view. Now we have to go down again!.

C Team Newsletter

2011-02-09T17:10:00.000-08:00

Term One, 2011

Welcome to the 2011 C Team. We have a hugely interesting term ahead which will challenge the students’ thinking skills, research skills and develop communication skills!

Our Term ahead

‘Communication”

This term our main area of focus is on Health and Physical Education. The Big Idea encompasses the understandings that

Ø Communication is essential to our well-being

Ø We respect, value and communicate (respond) with others to build positive relationships

Ø How we communicate tells others who we are

Ø Communication comes in many forms and the interpretation of each can be very different.

Ø Etiquette is a part of all social occasions.

µ Based in the context of Local New Zealand we will be covering Health and PE understandings:

Knowledge

There are different ways to respond to different situations
Positive responses help make us feel better about ourselves
Communication can help us solve problems
There are different ways to lead when communicating
Effective leaders have a range of communication skills
There are different forms of communication eg historical
Communication is verbal and non verbal
Different social situations equal different etiquette

Skills

Respond to different situations appropriately

Use the internet and technology responsibly

Participate in a range of discussions with different tools

Challenge other peoples’ ideas appropriately

Identify and compare ways to manage changing relationships

Identify when and how to lead and when to follow.

The Areas of the Curriculum covered are as follows

Oral Language Group discussion skills, Discussion techniques, presenting your point of view, getting to know each other, respecting the speaker, asking the right question to get information

Written language Personal experiences. Using vivid vocab. Continuing the Gaye Byers programme.

Visual Language Handwriting, letter formation and number formation, Book layout, publishing skills, Presentation and research topics.

Reading Library, Guided reading, Comprehension skills, Shared reading, Poetry, Shared class novel, Reading responses, SSR,

Maths Number knowledge, Place value, Addition and subtraction, Geometry

Health Sunsafe

Art Mask making.

PE/Sport Swimming, Co-operation games, Softball

Maori Te Reo Maori

ICT Internet searches, Class Wiki usage, Enquiry learning

The Arts Visual arts; Classroom environment, introductory art activities for the year. Music: School singing. Drama: Role playing related to overall Topic.

Dates for this term:

4 Feb Whakatau to welcome new students 10am

18 Feb Senior Swimming sports

21 Feb pp Senior Swimming sports

10 March Lower Waipa Senior Swimming Sports

Week 7 C Team tramp – date and information to follow

Week 9 ASB Financial Get Wise

Week 11 Portfolios home

1 Apr – School Photos

The… little things which are very important!

µ Library Day – Room 8 = Wednesday Room 9 = Monday Room 10 = Tuesday

µ Please practise Spelling every night Mon to Thursday

µ Please record the home reading in the Homelink diaries.

µ Water bottles

µ Named clothing

µ Swimming togs and towel each day

µ Regularly check that your child has pens and pencils plus other basic stationery such as pencil sharpener, ruler, rubber, highlighters

Reading reminder - Home reading can be any one of the following….

µ Library book – school or Te Awamutu Library

µ Poems

µ Group / Fluency box books

µ Group reader text

µ Chapter books – personal or class

µ News paper articles

Please support your child by reading with them every night as practise makes perfect!

HELP!! HELP!!! –We urgently need Parent helpers, in particular to help return Readers, and also to read one to one with students. Please let either Rebecca, Denise or Jean know if you can help in some way.

A reminder about these wonderful web sites

http://www.pirongia.school.nz/ Our own wonderful school website.

http://www.nzmaths.co.nz/ An outstanding New Zealand Maths website – go straight to the Family section for awesome ideas for home Maths.

Here’s to a motivating, thinking term where the students in C Team lead the way.

Jean McKenzie, Rebecca Aitchison, Denise Strathern.

Welcome to Room 8's blog

2010-12-05T13:18:00.000-08:00

Welcome to our Room 8 blog.
We can...

communicate
share our writing
respond to other people's ideas
read class information