Kalani@ PaparoreSchool

  WALT: We are learning to sequence ideas and    avoid repetition by using synonyms. Slippers to feet, self to kitchen, bread to toaster, jam to toast (if it's not burnt), breakfast to mouth, P.J's to floor, school clothes to body, snack to lunchbox, Poukakai to bag, toothpaste to bristles, toothbrush to teeth, reading log to backpack, shoes to toes (whoops I forgot my sock’s) bye to mum, butt to car seat, car to school. (mum are we late ?)

 WALT: I am learning to play as a team!!! Last week was fun Mr Masters came around for Maniakalani hour after we did some work inside we went out side for a game of ghost ball its a really fun game here are some pictures of us playing it!!!

WALT: I am learning to use Imagination to Draw-sculpt-colour-paint ans so much more!!!   The Emperor Perfect Picture: Imagine the camera zoomed out and you could see the whole penguin and everything around him.  Draw or describe what you could see. Thumbs up if it's good thumbs down if it need's improving!!!

WALT: We are learning to find out things about hexagons Math in Nature: Virtual Scavenger Hunt Directions: With the help of an adult, use the internet links provided to read about hexagons in nature and fill in the blanks below. Then get outside and see what hexagons (or other shapes) you can find! Hexagons in Nature Links:  https://kids.kiddle.co/Hexagon https://www.splashlearn.com/math-vocabulary/geometry/hexagon        A polygon with six sides and six  vertices.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                6                   120 degrees                                                                                                                               

WALT: I am learning to use google draw better and to be honest I'm proud of my self!!! The Mad Hatter  - Perfect Picture Can you create your own strange character for a book? Draw / Paint a picture Dress up Use a toy Create a digital picture Build / Sculpt

WALT - We are learning to respond to texts using the 4 roles of reading model.  One city Two earthquakes: Journal Response - 4 roles reading model Learn: Create: Read the text you have chosen Text - One city two earthquakes Respond to each question. Author - Jenna Tinkle Copy one question from each of the 4 roles. This may be as - a visual - DLO - Digital Learning Objects quote directly from the text Your own ideas - opinion Text User - What do I do with this text ? Share: Question - Who would read a text like this? Why? Response - I think that children would read this kind of text, to let them know about earthquakes, Question - What is the purpose of this text? Response - I think the purpose of this text is to show people what an earthquake can do to building’s, cars, and people.. Text Analyst: What does this text do to me ? Question - How would the text be different if told in another time or place, e.g. 1900 or 21

WALT we are learning to right descriptive pieces of writing: The split: Story Starter - A descriptive writing / a moment in time. She had been standing there for hours, surrounded by ice. As the sun peeped its head over the distant mountains on the horizon, an orange and yellow hue filled the sky. The warmth of the sun was a gesture of kindness to her frozen hands, which she clasped together in front of her trembling body. It was then that she heard it… Crack! It was as if the world in front of her was breaking in two… Then and there she could see the Ice cracking, breaking, snapping like a cookie. Then a black crater opened and started sucking all the water into its colossal mouth. ARGHHHH the girl screamed. It started sucking her in ARGHHHH she screamed again there was no way she was getting out of this alive or so she thought as she whole up she could she herself floating or drifting through space and time itself she was scared but not scared it was weird but she didn&#

WALT: We are learning to write descriptive pieces of writing His coal-black pupils, and an island set in a sea of molten gold, stared straight ahead of him. As he broke out into a run, his needle-like talons made a sharp, scraping sound against the lichen-covered rocks beneath him. The wind gusting behind him would be beneficial as he took his leap of faith off the cliff top. It was always a risky business, but when an opportune moment like this came around, he had to make it count. I loved writing this story because an owl is my favourite animal what your favourite animal ?

WALT: We are learning to write descriptive pieces of writing The heavy door of the cage swung shut and the iron bars echoed fiercely around. Menacing ravens circled around, their eyes transfixed on the trapped prisoner. How did she end up in this position? There was nobody around to help her. Barren land stretched as far as the eye could see. If she was to escape, she had to do it herself. Would you rather write or draw ?

WALT: We are learning to write descriptive peices of writing The Mad Hatter  - Story Starter He was a most peculiar looking chap….. Can you write a character description of the Mad Hatter? He was a most peculiar looking chap… He can be unpredictable, Fascinating but most of all he's MAD . The Mad Hatter can be very persuasive and his Emotions, well they are very surfaced. If I had to say what he might smell like I would say he smells like a dead cow perhaps several dead cows. As for his hair. It is something , because sometimes when I look at his hair I think of a gigantic orange porcupine just sitting on his head.  His white paint on his face which would probably taste like  a  white cat.  Have you ever watched Alice in wonderland ?

WALT:  I am learning to write discriptive writing In the early hours of the morning, when the sun was barely peeking its head over the trees that surrounded the lagoon, he lay there. Waiting. The vast creature slid through the water like a partially submerged submarine, the majority of its bulk hidden beneath the green-tinged water. It was a calm morning, and so the shiny surface of the lagoon reflected its surroundings like a window; a window that showed the true beauty of nature for those who looked into it. However,despite its beauty and serenity, the atmosphere in this place could suddenly change. Power, panic and noise could put an end to the peace. The vast creature waited. He had seen something. do you like to write ?

WALT: I am learning to write discriptive peices of writing The White Rabbit. The White Rabbit held his gold pocket watch up, listening to the crisp, satisfying tick-tock as time hurried by. One of his long, white, fluffy ears twitched with the passing of every second. “We’re going to be late!” he exclaimed loudly. He always hated being late. “We’re late!” he repeated once again, this time placing the watch back in his hidden top pocket, dropping down to all fours and springing off across the ground. “Follow me!”  do you like RABBITS ?

WALT: I am learning to write descriptive stories. With a frantic flutter of her wings, she hovered for a fraction of a second before landing gently. Beneath her she could feel the softness of the feather, and as she walked tentatively across it the long, white strands parted. Her shell was as red as a post-box, and she had a small, circular black dot on either side. She considered herself to be the most beautiful creature in the entire garden! I  found this piece of writing kind of similar to the one  beneath because this is based on a dream as well. do you like to write ?

WALT: I am learning to write descriptive stories. Many years ago, when I was just a small boy, we found a mysterious object washed up on the beach. It was a sort of silver-grey colour, and looked like a finger, only much, much larger. My friends and I had huddled together on the beach around the thing, holding our hands up to our faces to shield our eyes from the dazzling sun, talking excitedly about what it could be. Some hours later, after we had all made up wild stories about the origin of our new toy, we dragged the colossal item that was the size of our dining table up to the village. As we made our way slowly over the sand dunes, and the long, wispy grass that marked the end of the beach and the start of the fields, a crowd seemed to be gathering. Women and young children were leaving their houses, young lads were leaving tools and ploughs unattended in the fields, and rosy-cheeked men were stumbling out of the smoke-filled tavern, all hurrying with increasing urgency towards u

WALT: I am learning to write descriptive stories. I placed my ear against the firm, wooden door. It felt warm: the sun had been shining on it all morning. From the other side I could hear voices. It sounded like two, or maybe three people whispering. One of the voices was a woman, and the others seemed to be men. Or was it the sound of a child? The tone of their voices suggested great excitement. Has a great discovery just been made? Had a long-lost secret just been unearthed? Curious, I placed my hand on the shiny, metal door handle and began to turn. Creak… the door’s stiff hinges resisted me, but gradually gave way, and I was drenched in darkness as I stepped into the room. I find it hard to write about non real thing because with a real story you  know whats going to happen and with a non real story you don't. Do you like to write ?