Beach sculpture

At the beach

This is me at the beach...

Learning groups

Camp

Mount Vic

We went to Mount vic and we learnt stuff

Mount Vic

This is me and George, Isaac and Hunter at the Mt. Victoria 

Down the bank

we went down at the bank and we planted some potatoes.

This is me digging

My flag painting

This is me drawing a flag for the art exhibition.

Cross Country

Planting on the beach

Today we went to the beach with some council rangers to plant on the dunes. We have to plant on the sand so that it stops the sand and soil from eroding. Planting also helps to attract wildlife, like lizards to the area. It is important to plant new plants every so often.

A story when I went to camp Kaitoke

    River of doom

My feet wibble and wobble.

My feet stop… I am trying desperately to get to the other side of the slippery rope on the river of doom.

The wibbly rope shakes uncontrollably.

My feet slip, my whole body lunges sideways, my hands cling to the wet rope. It slides through my hands, I stop...

I nearly fell off, but I was still holding the slippery rope tight as possible.

luckily I didn't fall off the rope completely and I hung

I stare down at the water below me. There was a bird feather, poo, and worst of all, muddy swamp.

It was horrible!

I said to myself that I couldn't make it to the other side. I decided to jump, high off the rope abandoning ship I landed really badly.

One leg on land, the other leg in the filthy swamp.

“ouch!!” my knees crashed like a missile.

“I am not doing that again”

My accident story

  Cracking Head

Ouch!! I smashed my head. I put my hand on the wound. When I looked my hand, there was lots of blood. I was loosing a lot of blood. I thought I was having a dream.

Mum looked horrified. She said “there's blood coming out your head!!”

Then I went to the closest hospital. I don’t really know what happened next as I was asleep. I woke up with about 7 stitches in my head. Then I said to myself that I never want to smash my head ever again.

         

My embarrased writing

 LATE FOR SCHOOL

Aaaaaa!! I’m late for school!! I shouted.

It was almost time to go to school.

I was embarrassed that when I get to school, I might get told off.

So I did my best to get to school.

And I ran and I ran fast as I can.

When I got to school, there were no yone in the class room.

I felt very strange and sad.

When I looked at the clock, it was 8.15, I released I was early than everyone.

After I realised I was early, I said to myself that I never want to come early to school never again.