Welcome to my blog, I am a learner at Greymouth High School in Greymouth, New Zealand.
Wednesday, 28 November 2018
Tuesday, 27 November 2018
Camp Thank You Letter
20 November 2018
Dear Rowan
Thank you for helping us on camp. My personal favorite activities were playing soccer and the Brian hunt.
You were very helpful and a VERY GOOD COOK. I also liked how we got to go on the tramp I really liked the open scenery and the big river we could cross.
It was fun hanging out with my friends and getting to do a lot of activities. I like how you were funny and helped out with the cleaning and cooking and also organizing transport.
Thank you again for coming.
Ngā mihi
Yours sincerely
Daniel
Monday, 26 November 2018
Tuesday, 6 November 2018
Descriptive Dinosaur Writing
At the moment in class we have been working on descriptive writing. We looked at pictures to help us have ideas to start from.
Here is the writing that I did
Here is the writing that I did
THE LIVING STATUE
As I stood staring in terror, the deadly
black slit seemed to swallow me up.
The weight of the 15 ton giant, thumped
into the dusty sand, like a runaway steam
roller. And now the smell of bloody meat
and bones slithered up my nostrils and slid down my spinal cord.
black slit seemed to swallow me up.
The weight of the 15 ton giant, thumped
into the dusty sand, like a runaway steam
roller. And now the smell of bloody meat
and bones slithered up my nostrils and slid down my spinal cord.
I knew I should be running for my life but
its ātaahua (beauty) held me rigid.
its ātaahua (beauty) held me rigid.
It looks like someone has painted a
masterpiece on a scaly moss kakariki
(green) canvas and then spray painted
highlights on parts of it. The fiery yellow
eyelids look like a warm summer sunset
on a clear kengo (night). Its beauty is
shattered by a mighty belch that sounds
like a tīhara (diesel) truck backfiring.
He ran as fast as a golf cart that had been
biffed of a cliff.
masterpiece on a scaly moss kakariki
(green) canvas and then spray painted
highlights on parts of it. The fiery yellow
eyelids look like a warm summer sunset
on a clear kengo (night). Its beauty is
shattered by a mighty belch that sounds
like a tīhara (diesel) truck backfiring.
He ran as fast as a golf cart that had been
biffed of a cliff.
I say to myself, “Damn, I didn’t think my
day could get any worse!”
day could get any worse!”
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