John Pule by Maia and Madeline

Yesterday morning a well known artist, John Pule, came to our class. He gave a little talk and we learnt some interesting things, including how to translate words into pictures. After writing this poem-

I know of a shore
glistening in the islands where the sun,
resplendent in clouds
also ripples upon the sensuous sands.

 -on the board, he asked us to turn the words 'know', 'shore', 'glistening', 'islands', 'sun', 'resplendent', 'clouds, 'ripples', 'sensuous', and 'sands' into pictures. We had only ten minutes but we got through alright. John Pule also talked a little bit about himself. Apparently he won a drawing competition when he was at primary school and the prize was $40 and a bank account! He also has a fifteen year old son and four-going-on-five year old daughter who will attend Grey Lynn school. By Maia and Madeline
John Pule visit from Room 11 on Vimeo.

100 Days of Learning By Hugo and Max J

On the 100th day of school we celebrate our learning and successes. Our mums, dads and special visitors are invited to come in and look at our work. We also go  into different classes and visit your siblings. Our parents like looking at our nice work.  We also bring canned food in and see how many we can get. Our aim is always 100 or more. We donate the cans to the Auckland City Mission. Here are out photos of today:

100 Days of Learning by Max J from Room 11 on Vimeo.

The Taste of Freedom by Sasha

As I climbed onto the horse's back he swayed slightly then stopped abruptly as if trying to tell me how a horse should act when someone is mounting them. I gazed down at the steep hill. I longed to canter down but I had strict instructions to walk.

"Steady now Harley," I whispered. He looked at me almost in a way that he understood. I could see tall oaks on the edge of the huge green fields. I smelt the sweet smell of dewy grass. I could hear the other horses whinnying, longing to be ridden. I could taste the taste of freedom.

The Fearfall at Rainbow's End by Mia V

I could feel the bar as I gripped it tight holding on for my life. I could hear my mum screaming. All I could see was the darkness of my eyes shut tight. All I was thinking was I can't wait till its over. Then we got to the end and it was all over and I felt sick.
"I'm never doing that again in my life," I said.

Pancakes for dinner by Jaime

I cut it into pieces and stabbed my fork into it. I could taste them, covered with maple syrup, sliding down my throat and hear my family gobbling them up. I could feel my cold knife and fork in my hands and see them cutting my meal into pieces. I could smell my favourite food sizzling in the pan and they are pancakes.    












  
   

Roasting Marshmallows By Briar

I looked up at the night sky. A limitless world beyond time it seemed. It was a cloudless night and I could see the milky way. It wandered between and trampled over the stars which were shining brighter than I've seen before. The wind hurled its self at my back. I shivered. THUNK! Somebody heaped another piece of wood on the fire. The fire crackled and spluttered indignantly. I pulled my marshmallow out of the fire. It was almost dripping off the stick. I couldn't wait to indulge in that sweet, sugary, warm, delicious taste again. I felt around my mouth. I could still taste the salty remains of the fish 'n chips we'd had for dinner. I let it cool of while I softly sang to my dad's guitar.
It was possibly the best, most peaceful night of my life.

By Briar

Luge Crash by Matt W

When I crashed into the sand bank on the luge I could see my luge cart bewilderd with sand. In the background I could see the trees briskly waving about. I tasted the salty, crunchy sand that had been flung into my mouth. I could hear the rattling of other luge carts as they hurled past me. I could smell nothing for my nose was blocked. I could feel my hands losing grip of the handles as I was hurtled forward as a cluster of sand was thrown at me and on to my helmet. It started seeping though.

By Matt W

Snap-shot of the movies By Jennifer

The lights dimmed as I sat in my seat holding a bag full of popcorn. I could mell the buttery essence, smoking towards my nose. Looking straight ahead I could see the big screen shining towards my face. My taste buds sizzled, popped, banged because of the buttercup coloured popcorn. My ears adjusted towards the speakers because of the splash of raindrops banging, splashing the ground. With the palm of my hand gripping the arm of my seat I could suddenly feel my sisters fear. Shaking, nonstop.

Horse Riding by Celia

The horse shuddered as I slid into the saddle head up, back straight holding onto the reins. As I sat up there I felt tall and I could see for miles. On the immense hills the grass swayed in the wind and the rickety fence a jar open just wanting some company. I could smell the pines prickly smell as it tickled the end of my nose. I could feel the silky brown coat of the horse and the mane sliding between my fingers. The horse glided through the deep mud mud oozing out of the shoe. I felt free as the breeze tickled my cheeks and the grass swept a path for us. The pines among us seemed to silently whisper to each other and turn as we passed them. Pines cones were crunching beneath our feet as we trotted over the hill on our journey.

By Celia

Glow Worms in Caves By Amy

WALT: write descriptions


A dark cave, a metal boat, me and a few other people amazed at the sight of gorgeous little worms the size of my fingernail with glimmering glowing blue tummies. The different stripy rock formations made the ceiling of the cave look like it had zebra stripes. A salty fresh taste immediately appeared in the presents of my mouth. The smell of damp rock from a trickling waterfall flowed through my nose. I lay my arm back and ZING, the coldness of the metal swirled through my blood. I was breathing fresh and pure oxygen. The air around me was nippy but I was too amazed to notice, the glow worms fishing lines were like very thin chains that sparkled in the shining light from the guides head-torch. Echos from the waterfall sounded like a volcanic eruption with pouring hot lava from the tip. The guide took us back and told us to go back up the cave and out, there were so many different rock formations stripy, swirly even ones that came out of the ground. We walked out of the caves with light streaming in. I will always remember the glow worms and their webs and everything else in the Waitomo Caves.
By Amy

Standing on a Frozen Lake

WALT: write descriptions

I could smell refreshing air from the countryside. I could see the frozen water cracking under my feet. I could hear the ice cracking under my boots. I could fell that something bad was going to happen. I felt my ice skates cuTting though the ice and taste the ice when I fell over.

By Anton