Wicked 80s Homework
Dudes,
Your 70s research was fascinating. What a busy decade. Particularly impressive homework was completed by Isla, Jazz, Olivia, Natalie and Elizabeth. On the whole your observations of the night helped you in your quest for a deeper word bank. Some of you gathered such powerful words that you were moved to use them in beautiful ways. Check some of them out on our class blog.
Now we are focusing on the 80s for the next fortnight. This time when you research add your opinion about at least ten important events. Include details about who, what, why, where, when the event happened.
Word Study
“or”
Collect words that include ‘or’ sounds. Three to four words beginning with the digraphs ‘aw’ as in saw, ‘or’ as in fork, ‘au’ as in sauce, ‘awe’ as in awesome, ‘a’ as in ball, ‘oor’ as in door.
Place a tick beside the words that have the common ‘or’ sounds that you need to remember. Then work on remembering them!
AND collect at least three observations of the ‘weather’ this fortnight just as you collected observations of the night.
Timestables
7x recap.
Mrs Murphy’s maths group must be practising their 3x and 5x also.
Remember to bring in your homework THIS Friday to demonstrate your progress so far. I’m pleased that fewer of you are putting off your study until the last moment. AND record the books you read each day.
Have fun
Mrs M and Miss Phipps and Miss Wynne
Monday, 24 May 2010
Wednesday, 19 May 2010
Monday, 17 May 2010
Congratulations Team!
Congratulations learners in Room One. The majority of you are on track with your fortnightly homework. I have seen evidence of observations of the night, 70s research, daily reading and timetables progress. You've made your teacher proud. I have learnt a lesson about putting off work until the last moment recently with my university study. It's not a delicious feeling is it?!!!
However, I must celebrate my A+ for my first assignment. What a cool feeling.
However, I must celebrate my A+ for my first assignment. What a cool feeling.
Wednesday, 12 May 2010
The Sea. By David and his Thesaurus
The vivid blue sea looked relaxed and the ripples shimmered with the reflection of the sun until the dark stormy clouds blew over and the sea became rough and the tempestuous current thrashed the waves onto the shore.
Monday, 10 May 2010
70s homework for weeks four and five.
Room One I am a very proud teacher. On the whole your homework over the past fortnight has been sensational. Most of you stepped up a level in your presentation as well as the depth of your work. Your poems about the sea were beautiful I have put a few examples on our blog. Now the world can enjoy them.
How will you improve your homework this time? Perhaps you will present it differently, or use linked handwriting, or complete an optional activity…
Annie Rae Te Ake Ake spoke to us last week about making a bank of words in our heads. She encouraged us to be tellers of tales, to enjoy poetry and songs and to observe carefully. I would like you to observe the night and write all of the details you notice this next fortnight. Take a blanket and make sure that you go on your own so you are not distracted. Do it a couple of times at least. Notice the changes from each night.
This fortnight we will be focusing on the 70s. Collect information, fashion, music, inventions, events from the 70s. The decade of nuclear issues in NZ, Saturday Night fever, Rocky Horror, Elvis died, the Vietnam War continues, the Beatles break up, and Rolling Stones, when did the ‘punk’ trend start…
You will eventually be selecting an event from the 70s to create a project on. Your home research will help with this. Keep Mum and Dad informed about this.
List as many words as you can about the 70s. Define at least ten of them.
Timestable focus 8x. Mix them up. Go past 12.
Even though homework is for a fortnight I would like you all to bring your homework in this Friday so that I can see how you are progressing and that you are NOT putting it all off until next week.
Have fun
Mrs M
How will you improve your homework this time? Perhaps you will present it differently, or use linked handwriting, or complete an optional activity…
Annie Rae Te Ake Ake spoke to us last week about making a bank of words in our heads. She encouraged us to be tellers of tales, to enjoy poetry and songs and to observe carefully. I would like you to observe the night and write all of the details you notice this next fortnight. Take a blanket and make sure that you go on your own so you are not distracted. Do it a couple of times at least. Notice the changes from each night.
This fortnight we will be focusing on the 70s. Collect information, fashion, music, inventions, events from the 70s. The decade of nuclear issues in NZ, Saturday Night fever, Rocky Horror, Elvis died, the Vietnam War continues, the Beatles break up, and Rolling Stones, when did the ‘punk’ trend start…
You will eventually be selecting an event from the 70s to create a project on. Your home research will help with this. Keep Mum and Dad informed about this.
List as many words as you can about the 70s. Define at least ten of them.
Timestable focus 8x. Mix them up. Go past 12.
Even though homework is for a fortnight I would like you all to bring your homework in this Friday so that I can see how you are progressing and that you are NOT putting it all off until next week.
Have fun
Mrs M
The Sea. By Dylan
As the waves rush in and touch the sand,
I stood on a crab the size of my hand,
I tripped, I fell, I washed out to sea,
As the big waves rushed over me.
Being tossed and turned I'm feeling green,
Like I am being trapped in a giant washing machine.
The rolling waves are dragging me down,
I wish I was eating an icecream back in town.
The waves are churning the tides are turning,
I saw a boat, I tried to scream,
I woke up sunburnt, it was just a dream!
I stood on a crab the size of my hand,
I tripped, I fell, I washed out to sea,
As the big waves rushed over me.
Being tossed and turned I'm feeling green,
Like I am being trapped in a giant washing machine.
The rolling waves are dragging me down,
I wish I was eating an icecream back in town.
The waves are churning the tides are turning,
I saw a boat, I tried to scream,
I woke up sunburnt, it was just a dream!
The Silent Sea. By Rebecca
The calm sea laps gently against the rocks. Water seeps into the rock pools. The pools fill slowly., the rocks become wet, shiny and submerged. The water rises quietly until the waves overlap the rock pool edges. Gradually the water in the rock pool goes down, spilling silently out, back into the sea and the rock pool is empty once more.
Sunday, 9 May 2010
A Sea-motion-al Day. By Isla
Over the sand dunes kids play on their boggie boards day after day.
I watch from my boat bobbing up and down, up and down, keeping a float.
Waves are crashing and tumbling rolling and unfolding as far as the eye can see.
The sun is shinning bright there is not a single cloud in the sky, a perfect day for a snooze.
The gentle sway of the boat reminds me of when I was little, lying in a cradle rocking from side to side.
A comforting memory.
*
I’m asleep.
I smell a warm tropical breeze fragrant with hibiscus and pawpaw.
I hear the distant strumming of a ukulele.
I open my eyes and see the vast, shady leaves of the coconut palms.
I feel the gentle sway to and fro, to and fro of my restful hammock.
I drink deeply of my delicious fruit cocktail which slips through my hands and delivers a cold shock!
*
I am awake now, trying to get my breath back, I’m wet through.
A boiling, foamy wave has swamped my boat.
Panic sets in, I have to get back to shore, a storm is brewing.
My boat surfs the peaks of monstrous waves then crashes down into the troughs over and over, like some petrifying rollercoaster ride.
The spray from the waves batters my face and stings my eyes.
The motor of the boat is almost dying, coughing and choking like an old sewing machine.
The shore looks so far away, will it ever come closer?
Surprisingly, I hear the familiar sound of sand scraping against the bottom of the wooden boat.
Relief washes over me, safe at last.
I watch from my boat bobbing up and down, up and down, keeping a float.
Waves are crashing and tumbling rolling and unfolding as far as the eye can see.
The sun is shinning bright there is not a single cloud in the sky, a perfect day for a snooze.
The gentle sway of the boat reminds me of when I was little, lying in a cradle rocking from side to side.
A comforting memory.
*
I’m asleep.
I smell a warm tropical breeze fragrant with hibiscus and pawpaw.
I hear the distant strumming of a ukulele.
I open my eyes and see the vast, shady leaves of the coconut palms.
I feel the gentle sway to and fro, to and fro of my restful hammock.
I drink deeply of my delicious fruit cocktail which slips through my hands and delivers a cold shock!
*
I am awake now, trying to get my breath back, I’m wet through.
A boiling, foamy wave has swamped my boat.
Panic sets in, I have to get back to shore, a storm is brewing.
My boat surfs the peaks of monstrous waves then crashes down into the troughs over and over, like some petrifying rollercoaster ride.
The spray from the waves batters my face and stings my eyes.
The motor of the boat is almost dying, coughing and choking like an old sewing machine.
The shore looks so far away, will it ever come closer?
Surprisingly, I hear the familiar sound of sand scraping against the bottom of the wooden boat.
Relief washes over me, safe at last.
Thursday, 6 May 2010
Sian has written a beautiful poem about the sea for homework.
I watch as the sea
comes closer
and the waves
get bigger.
I listen as the waves
crash on top of each other.
I sing
as the sea takes my breath
away.
I smell the salt
as it runs
through my palm.
WOW
the sea is wonderful .
from Sian Donaldson Room 1
comes closer
and the waves
get bigger.
I listen as the waves
crash on top of each other.
I sing
as the sea takes my breath
away.
I smell the salt
as it runs
through my palm.
WOW
the sea is wonderful .
from Sian Donaldson Room 1
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