Michael W @ Panmure Bridge School
I am a Year 7 student at Panmure Bridge School in Auckland, NZ. I am in Room 6 and my teacher is Ms Kirkpatrick.
Thursday, 17 May 2012
Thursday, 10 May 2012
Thursday, 5 April 2012
Snorkelling
MY SWIMMING RECOUNT
Snap! I felt a sharp pain, my vision was blurred for a second, I could see a dark blue blur. Suddenly I felt like I was under the sea. A quiet sound rang in my ears as I threw my head out of the water. The quiet noise immediately turned to shouting.
I was told “Today we will be snorkeling I need you all to duck down and guess your partners number.” I burst under the water struggling to see my partners number. I couldn't breathe I leapt out of the water gasping for breath. I was forced to do this four times, on the third time it became fun.
We were all handed snorkles to use. I tested mine. I knelt down and magically it worked! Breathing slowly but pacing myself I worked my way towards Mr Burton. “Free time!” Mr Burton exclaimed with glee. I lay on my belly floating along peacefully.
A shocking noise suddenly rang in my ears “Time to get out.” said Mr Burton. I sighed as we took off our gear. As I walked back to class I thought about how good my day was. I had enjoyed my time in the pool.
Friday, 30 March 2012
Thursday, 22 March 2012
My reflective learning journal
My Reflective Learning Journal
This week I learnt about the lines of symmetry.
I was learning this so that I knew how to complete my Tapa art.
I know I have learnt this because I have completed my work about it and found it easy.
A question I now have is could someone use them all at once?
Next week I need to work on learning the names of all the shapes symmetry can be used on.
The best activity of the week was finishing my Tapa art
because I could use my imagination to create designs.
Labels:
journal,
reflective learning,
Writing
Thursday, 15 March 2012
I know someone who can...
I know someone who can
throw chips in the air and catch them in their mouth.
I know someone who can
juggle tennis balls.
I know someone who can
wiggle their little toe.
I know someone who can
eat 18 pancakes in 20 minutes.
I know someone who can
balance a book on their head.
I know someone who can
pull himself around on the grass or carpet using only his hands.
I know someone who can
make his thumb touch his wrist.
I know someone who can
recite his time tables.
I know someone who can
type without looking.
I know someone who
can perform magic tricks.
I know someone who can
watch a scary movie and not be scared.
I know someone who can
climb tall trees.
and that someone is
me!
throw chips in the air and catch them in their mouth.
I know someone who can
juggle tennis balls.
I know someone who can
wiggle their little toe.
I know someone who can
eat 18 pancakes in 20 minutes.
I know someone who can
balance a book on their head.
I know someone who can
pull himself around on the grass or carpet using only his hands.
I know someone who can
make his thumb touch his wrist.
I know someone who can
recite his time tables.
I know someone who can
type without looking.
I know someone who
can perform magic tricks.
I know someone who can
watch a scary movie and not be scared.
I know someone who can
climb tall trees.
and that someone is
me!
Thursday, 8 March 2012
The day
My Holiday Story
The day was here, finally. Aunty slowly opened the door. I could see Jake the dogs eyes and I knew he wanted to get out of the car. It seemed like he had waited hours in the flaming hot car. He came out like a bullet. I sped up and ran, his collar was within reach. I held on like my life was at stake. He pulled me along onto the sand.
I ran away from Jake who was still sprinting down the beach. The water was freezing cold, it would have been perfect for a swim, if it was hot. I knew we had to get Jake under control otherwise something dangerous might happen our we might get in trouble by other people.
I sped away to Aunty and was instantly told to chase Jake again. I knew I was ready to catch him. I could see the darkness of his fur and I had already thought of a plan.
I herded Jake towards Aunty. It worked I couldn't believe it worked but I wasted our time at the beach because we had to leave. I had so much fun I never wanted to leave, or at least come back again another day.
Even though I wasted my day I still had a great one. I was so tired I slept all the way home.
Michael W
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