Class Science.

The other day we watched a video on how to make a homemade lava lamp. We watched it and found out what we had to do. We then had to come up with a new question and hypothesis. Mine was if temperature of water affected the  experiment. Our hypothesis ended up correct. Here is a link to the website. http://www.sciencebob.com/experiments/lavalamp.php

Journal entry #2

We just finished a book called 'Hatchet' by Gary Paulsen. It is about a boy called Brian, who is on a flight to visit his father. The pilot has a heart attack and he crash lands in a lake. My favourite part is when he is out hunting with his bow, and he doesn't see a moose a couple of meters away from him, and he upsets the moose and the moose comes and pounds on him, Brian tried wrestling it off but he had no luck. He got very bad bruised ribs, hurt his arms and he lost his bow in the action. We had to make a dustcover for the book, and here is the blurb I wrote: 13 year old Brian Robeson is traveling over the Canadian Rockies to visit his father in the Canadian oil fields. But, when the pilot suffers from a heart attack, he gets much more than he bargained for. He crash lands in a mysterious lake, and he has only one tool to help him survive, a hatchet. I highly recomend this book, it is really cool. I would rate it 10 out of 10.

What has happened lately

This week it is the last week of school. we havent been doing much lately. I cooked the sausages for the sausage sizzle.

"The Hatchet" By Gary Pulsen.

We just finished reading "The Hatchet" by Gary Pulsen. It was a story about a city boy that knows nothing about the wild and is on a one man flight on the way to his dads in the oil rigs of Canada. But, When the pilot has a heart attack. He crash lands in a lake and lives in the wild for over 3 months. The story has ups and downs, but it is one of my favourites.

Norm Hewwitt Visiting

Yesterday morning Norm Hewwitt visited our school. He talked about his days as an All Black and how animal violence links to family violence. He told stories of his childhood and how violence wasn't a bad thing when he grew up (not frowned upon). His stories were really sad but some were very inspirational. It was a great morning.

My senses poem Camp Rotoma 2013

In front of me I see the blazing hot sun glaring of the crystal clear water.

In the distance I see the humongous green mountains with little houses dotted around.

 Below me I see the green grass dancing in the cooling breeze.

Above me above me I see the white - as – snow clouds making odd shapes.

I hear the lake softly hitting against the rock-strewn sand.

In the distance I hear a boat splicing through the tranquil ripples.

I feel the chilly breeze slowly blowing at my face.

I smell the odour of rotting water in the swamp behind me.

It makes me feel chill’axed.