This my proud moment I hope you like it :)

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Our idea was to write design and create a book and publish it. Our design was to draw our pictures and drew all our pictures. 1. We had to think of an idea then we had to get it out on paper then get it on  the computer then draw it give it to mrs Bryant and then it got published. Then when we had modify it we had our first design then our second and and mixed them together.

The fight

Screaming fighting we are a group of angry rions charging at the herd of zebras. Shouting furiously was a nightmare. Kicking madly at my mean messy sisters. The war has started. Looking low looking high my anger grew like a cub growing into a mighty lion. Crying as I got hit badly and blamed. I was losing my power I was busied my sisters we giraffes looking down and kicking like I was a little gray stone. My mouth whined I got louder and louder. I was not controlling my anger and I regret what I blurted out I little bit. Angrily I threw open the black door slam impatiently I talked to myself. I was going to get them back but how? While I was wondering I could hear the evil laugh coming from the ugly mean witches I was doomed. Ting I had a brainwave. Sneaky I close the door lightly and got a bucket and some rope closing the door behind me I fill the bucket with water. I hear the door opening I pull the ruff rope splash went the water right onto……... mum

HORSE RIDING

Slowly hair tickles my arms. Staring carefully,my eyes are glued onto the screaming path. Angry dirt flickers into my face. Softly i stroke the fluffy chestnut coat. The thought of the view tickles my brain.

The trees sighed as the crazy wind brushed there verdant leaves away. The creature is a wild bull pounding the bushy green ground with all it’s might . My nerves start to shake . i was trying to discord the harmful monster ,and it worked . I was elated for taming the chestnut pony

Trying to avoid the rocks and prickis. Me and my pony were very brave and happy. I fund the murner very abhorret. My pony reminded me that i wasn’t always the boss. It was the very best pony ride ever in my life.

Maori myths and legends

how Maui slows the sun  by Shantelle Maori myths and legends

it was fun and awesome but i had to speak loud
lexi and dareeya helped to preform
here is a video of us  !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Maori myth and legend
so next time your enjoying the sunshine remember  to thank Maui for making our days longer and warmer

[ my is the purple]

Our production was amazing I was a little nervous but other wise it was good. Elana slipped on her dress but she was ok. I was a patupaiarehe my lines were was “can we other you something to drink” “once a long long time ago mother and father held a tight embrace” “there are many various i’m sure but have you really heard the story this way before” “yes let refill your cup and show the delights of our stones” “Just step into our circle of stones to hear more of our stories.”  My production was amazing. I was nervous. One roug come with us but the kids didn't come with us grrrrrrrr. I wasn’t pleased.  

         By Shantelle

On thursday we had Ben and Sharon come over and show us some yuck parts on deer and cow. Then we got to have a group of four and under and my group had Jessica, Connie,

Lylah and me Shantelle. We went crazy with

the little sharp knife we wore white floury gloves. We ripped and cut and went insane blood oozed out of the bloody red heart . At the end we said a big thank you!!!!!! Finally we I helped carry some of ben's stuff to his car.

  KORO ART

My koro art went off as a great start first we did a practice then we choose one and then did the outline of the koro with our pastel my is green because I am in TUI.     

Treaty of Waitangi

Here is my amazing slide show by Shantelle and Jessica

LEARNING CONFERENCE REFLECTION

At my learning conference I showed my mum I loved sharing my learning

with mum and dad. I told her what she can help me with and she has started to help me with math and homework and spelling. When I showed her my art she loved it my Teacher did the slides and I read it out. I did make a some mistakes but otherwise I thought it was amazing. Once I had finished I conclude with thank you for watching. I had so much FUN !!!!!!!!

Integrity games

Our game was called kiwi hunt.

The kids were good at listening but not good at playing our games. but we had a brilliant time. I like teaching little kids about games that we make up.   

Instructions:

1.Ten Balls are hidden by the referees. (the older kids)

2. Once the year 1 and 2 kids find a ball they yell out ‘Got it’ and one of the older kids gives the kids a hockey stick.

3. Once they get the hockey stick they try to get the ball to one of the hula hoops.

Variations: make the game harder and harder every game but not to hard for the kids by hiding them in different places.

YELLOW BY SHANTELLE

                                        YELLOW BY SHANTELLE



Yellow is the bright sun shining happly down. It is the glory of the color you use all day Yellow is a sunflower smiling at a white pebble dropping from the dull blue sky. It is a color that blinds you when you you look in the shaggy nice old sun. Yellow is the color you pick to make a yummy lemon pie. It is the wonderful color of birds feet waddling though the dark long green grass.Yellow is the the shining color of the color of the stars glitting in the night sky. It is the sad color of a kiwis heart looking bright and fuzzy. Yellow is a fuffy young chick popping up  from the little brown egg. It is a skinny giraffe grazing in the hot bright small green lawn.

SWIMMING By Shantelle

The clappers went and I swooped in I raced down  encouraging and shrieks ran down the lines. Growing angrily, we zoom down our hearts strike as we touch the end on the lane. Carefully , one by one jump out and start to drip and drop. We get pats on our backs. Thinking smartly, we watch the kids swim  rapidly.cracking cheering as I touch the ruf end until I find myself coming 4th. Slowly I make my way down to the end of the lane and stop and I sit down now I know what it feels like.  

                           Biking by shantelle

                        

First day, I learnt if you have more than two fingers under your helmet you have to tighten it. You have to bike in a straight line or you will crash. We learnt a game and the year 6s or year 5s stand on the outside,and the people on there bikes go in a circle inside the box when somebody touched the ground they are out,so you have to slow but to slow.Second day, at the start we played the game and  then we learnt how to use our breaks we road up then stopped in the cons then we did a tortoise race so everybody had to go slow

Whoever is first louses whoever came last wins.Third day we learnt to bike with one hand it is actually good to learn to bike with one hand so your hand is your indicator and your hand is your stop sign.  

   

                                                 Overdue

By Shantelle

Racing climbing like a star my fingers fiddle, my eyes are glued on. Extremely tired, I fixed my eyes on the gold. Overexcited I see my precious treasure.  Carefully I Place my hand on it. Dreaming gracefully, I start reading fast and  never stop. Delicately , I uncross my legs but then it got serious.Flowing angrily , into the scary story. Trees sighed and whined little bit scared I went up to them. Crashing wildly, leaves fall down and and attack their prey. Starving to death,I  my way slowly down to the little old apple tree. The wildness grew as I ate an apple then it happened  “IT’S TIME!” as soon as I heard I knew what it meant.Growing and feeling familiar tree’s growl , as I touch the little old apple tree. Stirring heartily ,I feel my PRIDE go away . Buzzing sounds , call into my  et the palm of my hands turn into a soggy hot sweaty monster then I look around the trees are gone , all I see is crazy money.

 

Mud Life by Shantelle I slipped and slid down the gray path way. The sticky mud was eating my nice clean shoes. I tiptoed my way down with the help of a stick. My skin shivered. I slowly jumped off the ugly log. My feet slipped on the leaves and got stuck in the mud. Silently I wondered why I was here. The old tree branches whined as the angry wind blew them away. The strength in my  legs was not powerful like it normally is. The damaged stick was unhappily stuck in the dirt. Mud, mud, mud!  All I ever see is sticky mud! Mud is the  colour of chocolate.

BIKING by Shantelle

                                                         BIKING BY SHANTELLE


First day I learnt if you more than two fingers under your helmet you have to tighten it.You have to bike in a straight line or you will crash. We learnt a game it is called box, the year 6 or the year 5 stand on the outside and the people on there bikes go as they can around in a circle, when somebody touches the ground they are out so go slow. Second day, at the start we played box and then we learnt to use our breaks we road up into the cones then we did a tortoise race so everybody has to go slow. Whoever was first  was last whoever was last was first. Third day we learnt to bike with one hand it is actually good to learn to bike with one hand so your hand is your incarcerate and your hand is your stop sign as well.