My Fatu Feu'u Inspired Art

Hello again blogging world,
lately our class has been looking at a Samoan artist called Fatu Feu'u. When he does his art he draws up lots of squares and does different designs in each square. You will see what I mean when you have a look at my work which is in the image link below:

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This work was quite easy because all I had to do was write about my painting which I find quite simple. Painting my picture was a bit trickier though because I had to go over a lot of times! 

I hope you like my work and feel free to comment!

My trench diary

Welcome back blogging world,
A couple of weeks ago we were thinking about what it must have been like in the trenches of WW1 so we decided to write a trench diary, describing as best we could about what it might have been like in WW1 using our 5 senses. Here is my work:

	Bombs are going off in the distance, people are dieing, and I have to watch it all through my own eyes. I am in the trench at the moment because it was my turn to be on midfield (fighting in no man's land) yesterday. In about half an hour  The soldiers will all be coming back. I wonder how much we have lost this time?
	Loud BOOM sounds ring in my ears, forever nagging in the back of my mind. BOOM, BOOM! Won’t it all just stop. I try to shut it all out but I can’t. BOOM BOOM! In my dreams at night. BOOM BOOM! Even when bombs are not even going off.
	I can taste stale crackers. They are from the newest pack, but they still taste bitter and disgusting. They are as solid as rock, and I feel like my teeth are all going to fall out whenever I take a bite of one. They don’t even taste like anything. When they settle in my stomach I want to throw up. I regret this decision so much!
	Wisps of Smoke  find there way up my nostrils like little bugs crawling up the back of a leaf. day and night. It smells grey and, well… smokey. It fills the air, the trenches. You can’t hide from it. The smell haunts you and follows you like a shadow. Always in your nose and right there. The smell of smoke is just one smell though, The stench of dead bodies is the worst! Like rotten meat or bread that went off a couple of hundred years ago!
	I can feel my gun beside me. It is always around me. By my side when I sleep, In my hands when I am on midfield, and round my waist when I am doing chores in the trench. My gun is the one thing that I can trust. It keeps me safe even though It is not even alive. Just an inanimate object, but it really is the only thing that protects me from the enemies.
	Stress and panic fills my body. When will the next bomb go off? Will I ever go home? Is this how I will die, in the middle of  no man's land with no one there to help me when I am sick? No one there to comfort me when I am sad? No one there to talk to me when I am lonely?
	When will I next go out to fight? Will my trench foot heal? Will someone shoot me to death? How will I die? Will I ever return home? How long can I keep up making bombs out of tin cans? How long will it be until everything stops? Will I ever get sent anymore mail ever? What is going on back home?

  This was a little bit tricky because I have no idea what it was like back in WW1 but I did look at a couple of videos so that I knew a bit about all of the things they had to do. In the trenches they got horrible diseases like trench foot and there were rats the size of cats. This sounds very yucky and I am glad I live in 2017!

I hope you like my work and feel free to comment!

Who visits my blog???

 Welcome back blogging world!
 In class we were thinking about all of the people who might be visiting our blog. We decided to make a drawing of the people that came to mind.
 This activity was quite easy because I knew how to do everything, like take screenshots and upload images which is basically all we had to do! 

I hope you like my work, please feel free to leave a comment! 

My Anzac experience

My Anzac Experience

Hello again blogging world,

The writing above is a Link to a recount about what I did this Anzac Day. Our teacher asked us to write about something that we did on Anzac Day because this year it was in the holidays. What we wrote about didn't have to relate to Anzac Day. I hope you like my work and feel free to comment. 

  

What does Anzac day Mean?

The word Anzac stands for 'Australia New Zealand Army corps'.

What is Anzac day 

Anzac Day is a day to remember the soldiers that fell in World War 1 and 2.

Chromebook Use

Hello blogging world,
Today in class I made a slideshow about all the things you should/should not do to keep your chrome book safe. Example: Don't put food near your chrome book. I worked with my friend Abby  and she helped a lot. 
Mine had all the rules on it. I hope you like my work, please feel free to comment. 

Gala day thinglink

Welcome back, this week in class I have made a Thinglink. The Thinglink is about ideas that we have for our school Gala day. I had lots of ideas. 

A Gala day is a big fair with lots of stores.
 A Gala day is welcoming for all of the family, and lots of people come.  
They have lots of stalls and usually a bouncy castle
Here is my work:  
I hope you like my work because I do! Please feel free to leave a comment. 

First post of 2017:-)

Hi blogging world. Welcome back! Its 2017 now and I have loads of new work to share with you.  Here is some stuff I have been doing this week. It is some writing called Cameron Pools!

Walt: write a recount.

A couple of days ago I started and finished a recount about going to super fun swimming lessons at Cameron Pools. We went to learn about water safety. The word 'recount' below is the link to my writing

recount

We were asked to add interesting language features like personification. Personification is a feature where you make an inanimate object like a human being. We also had to use: onomatopoeia and a great hook sentence.

Thank you for taking a look at my work. I hope you are having a great start to 2017. Please feel free to leave a comment.