The Hobbit

listen to ‘Milou's letter to author’ on audioBoom

In the Hessels reading group we have read The Hobbit by J.R.R Tolkien, we then recorded a written letter to the author giving feedback on the book.

Technology

In tech group J at technology, we made these emergency flashlights. We even made our own circuits to make it work!

Ape In Space

For writing in room 12a we watched this video \/ and were told to write about it from the apes perspective.

                   http://www.literacyshed.com/the-thinking-shed.html

Ape In Space 

It strikes me like a punch. It carves a familiar pain into my sinking spirits, as I see this sight I have requested for an aching many years. I think of all the things that are out there, making a hopeful smile creep up on my face like a caterpillar. I refuse to let the smile slip away to a grimace, glaring at something that has overwhelmed me with fear and longing for so long, and so hard. My train of thought just derailed as my heart just leapt to the roof as my happiness and faith drowned out my sorrow and despair, fueled by the vision of silver glitters sprinkled across the threatening black of the night. I reach out, trying to grasp it. I gather myself together and take my first wobbly step onto the soil, ready to be drowned in happiness, feeling hope like a build up of belief. Then reality slaps me, cold and hard in my stricken face. Everything is in a trance, waiting to be woken. It’s grey and bleak. My heart lies in broken shards on the cold, forgotten ground. I lose my awareness and my face crumples. I stare at what was once a home, but now is a maze of concrete forgetting. And then a tear trickles down my face.

Oktapodi

Room 12a is learning about writing a discriptive narrative, we watched part of a video called oktapodi, and wrote an imaginitive ending for it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=badHUNl2HXU

Oktapodi

Death flashed in front of the driver’s eyes. The van hurdled down the stairs. He had an iron grip on the octopi, which stared at him with boggling eyes. The series of events that followed this involved a lot of hissing. A cat hissed at the driver. The driver hissed at the octopi. And the wheel, seeing as it had ripped while hitting an ominous bump in the street, was hissing at everything and everyone else. Now, to understand the following, you must understand the magic of reality. Or rather, you need to forget everything you knew about the magic of reality. Because what happened is not physically or scientifically possible. The octopi, which can safely conclude are mentally capable of pretty much anything, sported miniature octopi wings and flew, stumbling slightly, down the street. Using their tentacles to propel themselves towards the water, their faces grim with concentration. They flung themselves into the water, and resumed their unfinished conversation.