5SK were given white shirts to mark their participation in the 2014 Global Read Aloud in week 1 of this term. They were then given the challenge of researching and designing a tie dyed pattern to transform their shirt.
We were VERY lucky to have Mrs C and Fran join us on Friday morning to create our masterpieces. Thank you both for all of your help.
Term 4 is turning out to be the best one yet. Not only are we participating in the Global Read Aloud and 100 Word Challenge but we are also making some wonderful connections with classes around the globe.
Meet Ms. Gail and Grade 5 from Columbus, Ohio in the United States. We look forward to connecting during our Seven Steps to Writing Success daily activities and hopefully we can challenge each other with some hands on math problems.
I have some very exciting news 5SK. We are going to team up with an Alaskan class. Whilst posting some of your 100WC last night I stumbled across Warrior Writers.
Nikolaevsk School has 73 students from grades K – 12. I have made contact with Mrs. Stading and we will organise some activities for after our holidays.
In the Padlet below, I would like you to write one fact about Bowen and ask a question for Mrs. Stading and class. You can add a photo about Bowen but you must remember to be internet safe. (no photos of you)
“Look that cloud is an elephant,” I said. “No that’s a tree,” my dad narrated. “Don’t go too far,” mum shouted. But I was lost in a land of daydream and didn’t notice that there was only half a bridge. Splash! The world suddenly was all blue. I swim to the surface and gulp for some air. “Are you ok,” shouted my horrified mother. “Why would they make half a bridge that’s just” my words stopped. I felt something hit my leg. Then a fin rose from the depths. Help shark shark I scream. The fin submerged then it …………………………..
14th October 1891
The Great War had begun. In the middle of a moonlit night the brave British soldiers loaded with supplies began to swim across the river to reach their camp. Sadly, only a small number survived as they were easy targets for their enemy, the French. The British decided that there must be another way to cross the river. A plan was made and a new bridge was to be built. The British soldiers could now safely deliver supplies to the camp. Unfortunately, the French were one step ahead and half of the newly built bridge was blown up.
‘Aaaarrrggghhh! Splash! ”Help me,”, a gorgeous lady yells . ”I will save you,” I yelled in a manly voice . Splash! My muscly body hits the water. Julia starts thanking me for saving her. I grab her long skinny pale arm and wrap it around my waist and pull her up the bridge. I take her number and we meet at the bridge. Julia gasps when she sees the beautiful candle lit table. As I pull her creamy chair out she slips and her stiletto heels break causing her to fall back on her head knocking her into the river. ”Not again”.
My chest is wheezing, I’m going to get a detention slip! My tired feet pull me to the nearest chair on the bridge. Crumble! The rickety ancient bridge is collapsing. “Oh great what does one person have to do in order to be at a stupid school on time,”I mumbled. It’s always like this, something always happens when I need to get somewhere on time. I guess I’ll just have to face the grumpy old headmaster. Unless… I crawl and go through the dusty old air vents to get to my seat before Mr History notices that I’m late.
SCREECH went the noisy car as I slammed on the brakes. The bridge is half gone. I look around, the Eiffel Tower is half missing too. The land is rapidly disappearing right in front of my eyes. There goes a big green pine tree. At this rate the country will be gone in a short time. Oh no, the other side of the bridge is gone too. The next thing to go is the part of the bridge I am on. But before I can say anything I am floating down the river heading right for huge scary rushing rapids.
We are always excited to connect with classes around the globe. Ms. Seitz and her grade four class sent the following message to us today.
We are Ms. Seitz’s class in Michigan, USA. We are fourth graders, which is the same as year 5 in Australia. We really like your pictures and description of where you live. We also like how you told us about the characteristics of your town. We wonder how big your mango harvest is, if it ever snows in Australia, and how deep your coal mines are. We think we would like to be your blogging buddies.
Ms. Seitz’s Class
Ms. Seitz and Year 4,
Thank you for commenting on our blog. It is always lovely to hear from other classes. Did you know that our Big Mango went missing last year? It became huge news in Australia. We eventually found out that it was a promotional stunt for an Australian sauce company.
Our coal mines range from 30m to 170m in depth. The average mine is 80m – 100m. Our school visited the Collinsville mine years ago and the machines were so big! Our whole class sat in an 11m high dragline bucket and we looked very tiny.
We weren’t able to find out how many mangoes leave Bowen each summer but we did call a local tomato farmer who produces ten thousand tonnes each season.
We have a very warm climate in Queensland. Our average temperature this time of year is around 27 degrees and 37 degrees in summer. Many of our students have never seen snow as it only snows in the southern states of Australia. I saw snow for the first time two years ago in Tasmania.
Mrs Scharf & 5SK
I have been looking at a few of the student and class blogs participating in the latest Edublog’s Challenge. One in particular, The Warrior Kat, really amazed me with the level of blogging skills. Wow! The ThingLink was very detailed and incorporated quite a few other apps. Definitely a site to visit!
Thank you for your inspiration Kat. I am so excited to create collage style pictures along with ThingLink for our class blog. I purchased MasterFX and created the image below in 5 minutes. Let the creating begin!
5SK are currently examining what happened during the Dust Bowl in the United States in the 1930s.They are discovering how human actions influenced the characteristics of the Great Plains.