Monday, September 13, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Munchie Market Review
Wonderful Wednesday Munchie Market
Our Wonderful Wednesday Munchie Mini - Market is turning out quite well. We raised approxametly $180 dollars a week which is quite a lot of money. We have already done 4 weeks, 1 more week to come. We sold muffins, cakes, homemade lemonade , buns, cookies and popcorn. We are selling food to help us fundraise for camp so our parents pay less.
So far all the food has been made by Room 11 and 13 students and parents. Lots of people come every week to buy their morning tea and they seem to like having a Munchie Market every week. All the food is $1.00 and the drinks are 50 cents. We hope you enjoyed all our Wonderful Wednesday Munchie Markets!
Next term we will be handing the Munchie Markets over to Room 10!
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Life in the Trenches poems
Life in the Trenches
The tears of soldiers pouring down their wounded faces as their shivering arms pull themselves away.
Bones snapping as soldiers scream all the anger out of themselves.
Fresh salty blood from my opponent.
The pongy stench of rotting vomit.
Blood oozing out of my sharpnel-filled body.
By Maria.
Blood oozing out of my friend’s leg as he shouts for help.
The wailing voices of soldiers as they take their last breath.
The rancid bully beef is invading my tastebuds as I try to wash it down by drinking bitter tea.
The metallic smell of gunpowder fills up my nose.
Blood squirting out of my neck filthily as I feel myself drift off into darkness.
Goosebumps tingling up my spine as I see shrapnel explode in the grey, humid sky.
By Josh.
Tears prick my eyes as I glare at my best friend’s body that got shot my shrapnel.
The rotten buly beef comes spewing out of my bloody mouth.
The whimpering of the dead pierces my ears.
The beat of my pulse thumps all around my limp body.
The saltiness of my tears fills up my throat.
I run as fast as I can from the racing, explodin shrapnel.
By Jade.
Blood oozes out of the dead bodies.
Clouds of smoke appear from the explosions.
Generals are barking orders like distressed dogs.
The foul bitter mud flies into my mouth.
A spike of shrapnel hits my body.
The pongy smell of rotten cheese fills my nostrils.
My heart pounded as I took my very last breath.
By Brieanna.
War interview
Monday, March 22, 2010
Swimming Sports
Monday, March 8, 2010
Our Finished Footprint Video
Footprint Video
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Our Special Footprints


Sunday, February 14, 2010
My Funny Holiday Footprint
