Anzac Thinglink

We created thing links in Room 15 with our new understandings of war. Hover your cursor over the buttons to find links to websites, videos and images.

My Whakapapa/Pepeha

For te reo Maori we have been writing our whakapapa/pepeha. It is a maori introduction to you and your family's history.


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Science Experiment

Today in science we learned about acids and bases. We tested some substance we use everyday at home to fing out how strong they are.

Ruud Kleinpaste - The Bugman

Today Ruud Kleinpaste - The Bugman came to our school to talk to us about how insects rule this world. Here are some interesting facts that I learnt.

-Researchers say that there is only around one million species of bugs discovered, while it is estimated that there is up to twelve to thirteen million.

-Pollinators contribute to making a third of our diet. (e.g: Steak comes from cows, cows eat grass, grass needs the pollinators to grow.)

-People actually eat bugs. Literally. They sometimes crush it up as a substitute for some meats. They are apparently quite nutritious. Gross.

-Hummingbirds are really tiny pollinators. On average they are 8.5 cm (Adult, from bill to tail)

-Poison dart frogs kill poisonous ants to extract their poison to use as their own.

5 Things You Didn't Need To Know About Me

For writing, we had to make a slideshow about five things you really didn't need to know about me.


     

Turangawaewae Video

In Room 15 we have been learning about turangawaewae, the place where we stand. For homework we had to make a video about what kiwis think of New Zealand. I did it together with Charlotte. Enjoy!

Where I'm From Poem

In room 15 we have written a poem that symbolizes where we are from. It is based around a famous poem by George Elle Lyons called Where I'm From.

Where I’m From

I am from differences

no mind to think alike

from the streets embracing alleyways and passages

and the endless labyrinths

I am from a place that never sleeps

hearing the car horn lullaby every night

from pushing through crowds

the cigarette smoke creating wreaths in the sky

I am from cycling through the city

sometimes in a wake of sad relations

from the satisfying pattern of bicycle wheels

uprooting the gravel in the country

I am from our balcony

and the days I spent looking down

to the road far below

from the chance of snow in winter

my brother the wandering snowman

I am from encouragement and faith

my parents leaving no doubt

my home city with my home people

I am from reality