Mt Digital Mihi

My Special Place Poem

WALT- Use our senses to write a poem about a special place.

To be successful we needed to use at least 3 of the 5 senses, have 3 or more verses and have some sort of repetition after each verse. (eg. Mahia is like that.)

My Special Place

I walk in there and automatically,

a smiles grows upon my face.

I feel as free as a bird,

as the adrenal pumps in my lungs.

I can’t wait to start.

My special place is like that.

5,6,7,8! The music booms and

the passion of performing is released.

The tappers will tap while others pant

and stretch till we can hardly walk!

But it all is worth it.

My special place is like that.

Faint smells of b.o, deodorant

and hairspray are all normal

Don’t mind the the slight mess

I love it here just like the rest.

My Dance Studio is like that.

Quirky Quick Writes

WALT- Use our imaginations to write on a variety of topics for 5-10 minutes each day. I hope you enjoy reading these.


It was a stormy day…  The wind was whistling and howling like a wolf. I sat pouty face, bored brained in the pitch black except for a candle looking at the rain splattered window. I was home alone and the storm gods were throwing a major hissy fit! Shiver creep up my spine like a snake and the butterflies in my tummy! Don’t get started. Where is Mum? I think to myself. I sneeze but even though  me being home alone someone said bless you…

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Inside Mrs Pratchett's filthy, grey, breakfast covered apron pocket there was a jungle... For one there was a horrifying smell that killed some of the dead cockroaches  and mice inside there! Old rotten lollies, dirty socks, some spare change but the worse thing inside that filthy apron was…  A  grotty, wooden spoon that must have been as old as her! She used it to whack little boys knuckles if she caught them stealing a lollie out of a jar that they hadn't paid for! They little boys would shriek in fear “ Please Mrs Pratchett I was only tasting it to see if I liked it! Then I would have paid for it. Please don’t!”

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Weeeeeeeeeee! Thump… We land on the power line. “Hooray, we’re free! “

we signal happily to each other.  “ Finally away from that octopus killer, terrible smelling scum bag!” Feeling victorious, my senses were telling me something is wrong. Now I can smell it… I look left, right, forwards, backward, up and then I look down… ‘Crikey!’ All of my tentacles are burning and sizzling like stake from the power lines!  “ What am I going to do? I thought I was free from death for a little while longer!” I whine, whilst crying and burning. Sizzle, Sizzle, Sizzle. I’m gone...

Apocalypse Short Film- Scene Descriptions

WALT- Add detail to our writing to describe a setting.

This week in class we watched a short film called Apocalypse. We had to chose a scene to describe. I have done one about when they are in their room/house. My other one is about a school playground in the short film.

Apocalypse

Run-down and crusty, the school playground sadly weeps away. No one playing on their accessories. No one laughing and giggling. Alone… Rustling leaves and a few dead rodents whisper in the mouldy corners. Creeeeeek! The swings shake, moving back and forth, back and forth…

Apocalypse 2

Here is this room sitting alone. Crusty and dull, nothing much to it. A few bits and a bobs lying around, some water…. Eerie, you might say. Lights flicker like a dying firefly. The loose screw door rattles away. Here is this room sitting alone...

Portrait Poem

Corri Is A Firework

Corri is a firework waiting to explode.

She is like a star that will never stop rising.

If you get her on the right day

she is a beautiful, helpful person.

She can bring you happiness or tears!

It is like she has little, mini  fireworks

inside her bright eyes.

But watch out…

she might send sparks flying!

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This is my portrait poem. To be successful you had to include a metaphor and a simile.

Term 1 Goals - Tagul

Hi! Thanks for taking the time to read my first blog post. Please comment one of your goals...

This is my Tagul. All the words inside are my term 1 goals. Some of my goals for this term are...

*Start reading for pleasure not because I have to.

*Step outside my comfort zone eg. try new sports.     

*To know every time table instantly.

*Keep earning every possible gold points to go towards my honours badge.