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Silver tooth | by Jet

Two days ago I was at the hospital. I was in a bed: not just a normal bed, it could spin, go up, and down. Then I had to go into a gigantic room. It was scary looking at the tools they used to fix my teeth. One looked like a hammer but it was way sharper and then they had to put a mask over my face and gas into it. Then I fell asleep. When I woke up my mouth hurt so much that I had to have medicine. Dad was there waiting for me and he gave me an ice block. I said to Dad, "Who are you?" then I felt a silver tooth. I was freaked out. Then I gave Dad a biiiiig hug and we went home.

Slam poet - Paris, AKA Saoirse

Slam poet - Shockwave, AKA Jamie

Slam poet - Jet

Slam poet - Joe

Slam poet - Sam Hunt, AKA Breea

Slam poet - Tama

Slam poet - Eve

Slam poet - Harry

Slam poet - Cody

Slam poet - Lola

Slam poet - Sydney, AKA Dot

Slam poet - Mahinaz

Inquiry share - tomorrow, Wednesday 9th April, 2-3pm

We can't wait to share our inquiry learning with you tomorrow afternoon... This week we've been preparing a whole lot of different Health Stations around the class to show you what we've learned this term about Te Whare Tapawha:

Hope to see you tomorrow!

Luca's ephemeral art installation

Last night at Pipitea Marae Luca made a line of sycamore seeds in order of their size. This morning they're still there!

Poetry by Francesca

           The wind

The wind comes the wind goes

It disappears as the wind passes by

It can be soft it can be hard

It can be icy it can be hot

No matter what type it is, it is still wind.

         

          Floating down

Patches of black appear on the spotlight of the stage

Quivering like helicopters

The wind blows by and it twirls around and around

It’s veiny and silky tattered in rips

It’s dark and light

Guess what I am?!

Slam poet - Nolan

POETRY SLAM

On Monday we had a poetry slam. We were celebrating the fact that we've now had more than 2000 visitors to our blog, and combining this with a chance to share all the fantastic poems we've been writing lately.

Slam Poetry is a way to perform your poems for others. We also drew our inspiration from the Beat Poets, a generation of writers from the 1950s who used poetry to tell the world about their ideas. As well as some fabulous costumes,

we even had Beat-inspired food!

In the afternoon everyone had a chance to perform a poem - we'll post these performances to the blog soon...

THE WACKY WEDNESDAY SKIPATHON! By Mel

On the 2^nd of April it was the colourful and wacky skipathon. Everyone dressed up and there was everything you could think of.  There were witches, three Pippi Longstockings, animals of all shapes and sizes… There were also clowns and cocktails and beach people and everything else you could think of.

Everybody started their day in a crazy and funny situation wanting only the skipathon to happen. 

Breea said, "I am very very very exited and I can’t wait for the skipathon!”

Jet said, “This is going to be epic! I can’t wait for the skipathon”.

Eve said, "Yay Laila is giving me hair chalk and wearing toilet paper, yay!!!"

Lila said, “This is going to be an awesome day. I love the skipathon day".

Niamh said, “I can’t wait; it’s like I’ve been waiting all year".

Tama said, "Can’t wait for the skipathon. P.S. I need a blue rope for the skipathon".

Brendan said, “I love the skipathon but I can wait”.

Amelie said, “I feel exited because I brought my skipping rope to school so I could practise at morning tea and lunch".

A special whanau time | by Luca

We carried the coffin down the road. It was surprisingly heavy. I was worried that a car would run in to us but my dad said that we would be more than fine. My mum and uncle walked ahead of us all carrying the front.

Once we got to the village hall overlooking Kapiti Island we all took our seats and took turns placing flowers on the coffin. It took a while to get everyone in but we managed it. Then it all started. My uncle gave the first speech then placed a red rose that he had grown with care onto the coffin. We had a few more speeches then my little sister had to be taken out because she was whining, as usual. After a while she came back but then she was more chirpy. Some speeches were a bit boring, I have to admit, and there were some lame jokes but otherwise it was OK.

I listened carefully when it was my mum's turn to speak and noticed a small tear running down her cheek. As soon as she sat back down she burst into tears. At the sight of it my sister did too so I held both their hands and they calmed down a bit.

Some of the information that was spoken I had never heard, like the leader of the squadron that my poppa used to be in told us that he had been in many crazy accidents even in his old age. Nothing could stop him from going to their Christmas dinner only a few days before he died.

All the speeches ended and we sang a song, then my nana put on a slide show with all the photos showing my poppa with someone else or just him. I was in lots so I felt as if a tremendous gift had just been presented to me. We watched the car that took my poppa's dead body to the crematorium drive away and then we went to my nana's for a delicious lunch.