What is it?

A million thoughts went whizzing through my head. What is it?, is it a chocolate, is it a fruit burst, or is it a rubber?  For all I know it could have been anything. I was drowned in suspense, so I jabbed my finger in it. A liquidy soft object grabbed my finger. I  immediately plucked my finger out of it in disgust.

I took a bite. A sweet, fruity food touched my taste buds. The juice oozes through my mouth, forcing me to swallow in disgust.  The bitterness bounced around my mouth, while the tanginess tossed around my taste buds. The disgustingness danced around my mouth.

Suddenly a yellow, liquidy texture appeared before my eyes. The yellowness stood out so much that even the sun couldn't shine as bright.  Juice trickled down the object like a slow soothing waterfall. What is it? It’s a liquidy, soft object, drowned in an orchestra of tastes. It’s a lemon.

Inquiry presentations

This term we have been focusing on real life superheroes. We had to pick a real life person that we thought was a superhero. We had to think of three burning questions to research information about. We would then transfer our information from our inquiry books into a presentation. I did my presentation on Henry Ford.

Sport this term

PE , Sports Activator , South Otago Athletics and the Soccer tournament.

This Term we have been doing a lot of sports activator and PE. Coming up is the soccer tournament in Balclutha on the 10th of April. South Otago athletics took place on the 5th of March , there where only a few people in each class that got to go, I was one of them. In my races I came 6th and 4th.

Mr Linden's library

Mr Linden's Library

''Stop right there'' Mr Linden said, Sophie turned around. "Put the book back'' Mr  Linden replied sternly , Sophie had a black leather aged book called " the death vine " in her hand. "He who reads that book will get a surprise Tonight!" Mr Linden said. As Sophie was Walking home she could only think about the book. Sophie was so curious about the book she decided that she had to get the book, 

no matter what!

Get NZ Writing

Get NZ writing                        Over the past 4 weeks Room 7 have been learning how to write effective metaphors. A metaphor is a direct comparison to an object/thing.We had to write a metaphor about ourselves on a postcard and then send it to another school and then they would send theirs back to us. We sent ours to Kawerau South School. We also wrote a metaphor poem about ourselves, we had to associate our self with a treat, tree, vehicle, something in our community, a sandwich and a piece of clothing.

2017 Junior Speech Trophy Winner (Years 3-6)

Speech finals

Speech finals

It's Thursday the 24th of August, my favourite day because it's the speech finals.The speech finals are held at the library at 10:00am.

‘Oh we didn’t get the comfy chairs this time’ I complained as the speech competition starts. I’m at the speech finals because I’d been picked by Mrs May to do it. Being so excited and ready for the finals, I couldn't help but ask if I could be first, but Mrs Taylor said that the yr 3’s would be first and that I’d be last. I should've known. Too bad, anyway I get to listen to all the other ones, I say to myself.

‘Could Archie Wightman please come up’ announces Mrs Taylor. Excitement boils up inside, braveness floods through my body.  I stand up and recite my speech. As soon as I said the first word I felt OK. It was pretty good actually. It was funny and strict. At the end everyone laughs and claps. While i’m waiting for the prizegiving I listen to the other speeches. Some are good, some are bad and  some are just hilarious.

When the prize giving starts I’m confident that I’ll be first place and I am. Finally they announce the junior speech trophy.

‘You’ll get it Archie’ whispers Caitlyn and Charlotte at the exact same time. ...

“Is Archie Wightman.” I punch the air in celebration  as if I’d won the lottery I shake Mr Auld and Mrs Crawford's hands. I hope the same  happens next year.