Our trip to the art gallery focused on the big question we've been looking at here at school...
"How do we tell our stories?"
Callum competes in the Sponge Squeeze using his right hand as he is a natural leftie
Aden competing in the Cotton Ball Shotput
Paolo competing in the Straw Javelin
Measuring for the biggest foot
And the winners were ....
Discus: 1st Campbell 908 cm
2nd Brayden 900 cm
3rd Paolo 818 cm
2nd Ty 542 cm
3rd Arleyah 498 cm
Sponge Squeeze: 1st Josiah H 250 ml
2nd Kodie 220 ml
3rd Zoe 200 ml
Cotton Ball Shotput: 1st Brayden 943 cm
2nd Josiah H 420 cm
3rd Aden 400 cm
Big Foot: 1st Paige 24 cm
2nd Antonia 22 cm
3rd Equal Alex and Rebecca S 21 cm
We had a fabulous couple of days and were all great sports when it came to supporting our fellow mathematics athletes. Overall, Josiah H was our Olympic Winner with a whopping 3 medals in different areas closely followed by Brayden who received two medals. We sung them the NZ National Anthem whilst they stood on the podium proudly representing their country!
WELL DONE EVERYONE!!!
My hamster has a skateboard.
When he rides it, though, he falls.
He takes off like a maniac
and crashes into walls.
He screams, "Geronimo!"
and then goes crashing down the stairs.
He's good at knocking tables down
and slamming into chairs.
He'll slalom through the living room
and then you'll hear a, "Splat!"
which means that he's collided with
my mother or the cat.
He plows right into cabinets,
and smashes into doors,
I think he's wrecked on every bed
and every chest of drawers.
It's fun to watch him ride
because you're sure to hear a smash.
He doesn't skate so well but, boy,
he sure knows how to crash.
My teacher took my iPod.
She said they had a rule;
I couldn't bring it into class
or even to the school.
She said she would return it;
I'd have it back today.
But then she tried my headphones on
and gave a click on Play.
She looked a little startled,
but after just a while
she made sure we were occupied
and cracked a wicked smile.
Her body started swaying.
Her toes began to tap.
She soon was grooving in her seat
and rocking to the rap.
My teacher changed her mind.
She said it's now okay
to bring my iPod into class.
She takes it every day.
My teacher ate my homework,
Which I thought was rather odd.
She sniffed at it and smiled
with an approving sort of nod.
She took a little nibble --
it's unusual, but true --
then had a somewhat larger bite
and gave a thoughtful chew.
I think she must have liked it,
for she really went to town.
She gobbled it with gusto
and she wolfed the whole thing down.
She licked off all her fingers,
gave a burp and said, "You pass."
I guess that's how they grade you
when you're in a cooking class.
I taught my cat to clean my room,
to use a bucket, brush and broom,
to dust my books and picture frames,
and pick up all my toys and games.
He puts my pants and shirts away,
and makes my bed, and I should say
it seems to me it's only fair
he puts away my underwear.
In fact, I think he's got it made.
I'm not too happy with our trade.
He may pick up my shoes and socks,
but I clean out his litterbox.