Thursday, September 25, 2014
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Poppys keep NZ beautiful iMovie !!!
For our SDL ( self directed learning ) we have some activities to do with the connected journals. I chose to do an iMovie about keeping NZ beautiful. Enjoy!
Poppy KNZB from Room 9 GLS on Vimeo.
Monday, September 22, 2014
New Zealand security: A to Z key
B: border security
C: country
D: didymo
E: equipment
F: force
G: goverment
H: high energy
I: influenza
J: journey
K: keeping New Zealand safe
L: land
M :materials
N: New Zealand
O: overseas
P: patrol
Q:quails
R: risk
S: smuggling
T: technologists
U: United Kingdom
V: vital
W: work
X: x-ray
Y: young puppies train
Z: zoo smuggling
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
What am I?
What am I ?
You keep my teddies warm, you help me sleep and you also keep me warm.
You are quite big and snuggly you make me sleep for an extra 20 minutes.
You lie on my bed all day all night and you are made from cotton.
At night you lie on me for about twelve hours while I sleep.
What am I thinking about?
A-Z On Border Security Topics By Toby
A: Aquarium Fish
B: Border Security
C: Customs
D: Didymo [algae]
E: Endangered Species
F: Ferrets
G: Gypsy Moths
H: Helpful Immigrants
I: Insecticide
J: Jungle Animal Smuggling
K: Kiwis
L: Legal \ Illegal Smuggling
M: Mustelids
N: Nitrogen
O: Orchids
P: Protecting the Border
Q: Quails and other birds
R: Risk Goods
S: Shipping Fever
T: Tongariro National Park
U: UK
V: Varroa Mite [ Insects that destroy bees hives and are possibly deadly to them]
W: Weta
X: X-ray Machines
Y: Yard Weeds
Z: Zoo animal Smuggling
BY TOBY
Monday, September 15, 2014
Friday, September 5, 2014
What am I?
The letters dance across the page,
The line of fire lights up the page,
A flick of a wrist and a story is born,
A storm full of words and a sea full of detail,
Flick, flack, squiggly and straight,
Read on and you might find your fate.
Terror by Oska
Terror
My brow weeps with sweat, my eyes twitch restlessly. I embrace my starved, bare body lying on the sub-zero ground frozen. I'm unable to move in my nightmare.
Frozen blood surrounds the wound where the syringe stabbed, and I cry for my family in my forlorn sleep. Then I awake and my soul fills with terror.
My True Love
Oh fridge, you held my chilled heart, it melted when you were away
It ached for your simple hum of electricity at night,
You held my juice, my cheese and choc mousse.
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