Kia ora. We are a bunch of Year 6, 7 and 8 kids at Mahana School, and we're looking forward to sharing our work on this blog. Please leave us some comments!
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
My Jeans
I have Had my jeans for what seems forever. They are ripped and torn with holes in the knees. I don't fit them any more but sometimes i wish i could. I still have them because they bring back good memories from way back in the past. They where dark blue when i was little now they are light greyish blue. I stoor it in the forth draw at the bottem. My Jeans have lotes of friends.
My .P.J.S
My .P.J.S are long and cozy.
My pajama top is long and black with a big owl sitting on a branch.
My pajama pants are a soft blue with white rain clouds that are almost invisible and dark blue ribbons that hang down.
My pajamas are too big for me and worn down to a soft feel when I put them on my skin gos soft and smooths out.
They live on a old cane picnic basket yearning for night to come.
When I put them on I put them on I settle down and wait for the pictures in my head to start and I slowly drift away.
By Sapphira
My pajama top is long and black with a big owl sitting on a branch.
My pajama pants are a soft blue with white rain clouds that are almost invisible and dark blue ribbons that hang down.
My pajamas are too big for me and worn down to a soft feel when I put them on my skin gos soft and smooths out.
They live on a old cane picnic basket yearning for night to come.
When I put them on I put them on I settle down and wait for the pictures in my head to start and I slowly drift away.
By Sapphira
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
My Green T.Shirt
My Green T. Shirt
My t. shirt is a collection of holes. It’s green and comfy and breezy. It has a pattern like a faded carving, and a neck hole that’s stretched from 10,000 wearings.
It lives at the bottom of the third drawer, only coming out when it’s warm. It seems to be at odds with its neighbours, smothered by their fullness and cottony weight.
My t. shirt is a relic, a throwback to the past. It comes out when there is no-one to see or meet or be polite with. It mows the lawn, cuts the the hedge, fixes bikes.
When I wear it I am independent, scruffy, my own person. It is a disguise that I enjoy.
Justin Neal
My t. shirt is a collection of holes. It’s green and comfy and breezy. It has a pattern like a faded carving, and a neck hole that’s stretched from 10,000 wearings.
It lives at the bottom of the third drawer, only coming out when it’s warm. It seems to be at odds with its neighbours, smothered by their fullness and cottony weight.
My t. shirt is a relic, a throwback to the past. It comes out when there is no-one to see or meet or be polite with. It mows the lawn, cuts the the hedge, fixes bikes.
When I wear it I am independent, scruffy, my own person. It is a disguise that I enjoy.
Justin Neal
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Spelling
If you want to try making your own spelling lists, you should REGISTER for Spelling City. Choose the free version. That means you can save lists which is the best way to go about it. You could put the words you need to learn into your wiki. Good luck on your mission.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Waka Ama
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Swimming in the current
On Thursday afternoon we just finished rafting a few of us had some cuts and bruises from falling off our rafts over all it was fun. We walked all the way back to grosses point for our last swim in till we got to camp. The current was strong but we didn't care we ran in to the water to wash off all the mud on our feet Lilly-Mae , Kristal, Hannah and Josie saw the opportunity to float down the current and everyone else followed. After about 10 minutes Whaea Jane had had enough so we made the most of our last float. It was a enjoyable afternoon we were ready to go to camp and relax.
Graveyard Spotlight
On Thursday the 10th of February, Kotuku class went to the Upper Moutere church hall for an overnight stay. We played spotlight in the graveyard at night. It was fun, but a little bit spooky.
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