Who am I

Who am I ???

1. I can change colour

I can change texture

I live underwater

I can stick to things

Who am I ?

2. I am a type of monkey

I have a big nose

I am funny looking

I live natively on the island of Borneo

I am quite aggressive

Who am I ?

Mandala art

Last week we were doing mandala art with nature, we got our materials from the nature trail and Putikitiki. We had 5 minutes to get our things and then we trampled up the nature trail and got some more things. Then we went into the class and made our art. you could be in buddies but I did not want to.
This is my mandala art.  

                                               

Compost

Compost

At HES we have compost bins and enviro agents so we can throw away any food scraps and bread but no meat or anything else. There are compost bins outside every class and then at the end of each day their are enviro agents that go round each class and pick up their compost bins take it down to the garden and put in it the huge compost bin where it breaks down into fertiliser then they use it in the garden.

    

Terrarium writing

Terrarium

Our class has been creating terrariums. You had to bring a plastic bottle, like a pump bottle or a sprite bottle or something like that. We cut the bottle in half so their was a cup sort of thing. Their was a selection of seeds and then we planted them them in our plastic cup things. We used dirt from the garden. Now they have grown, we will soon be planting them.

Making breakfast

I reached out grabbing the smooth plastic bag. The bag is as thin as a piece of paper, I clutch it tight then holding the soft candy-floss like white bread.  I walk towards the shiny silver toaster, however I stumble and trip and then fall on a dirty pink trike then accidentally losing my hand then dropping the piece of bread. I think well 3 second rule so I bend over to find the dogs got to it first. spit flies around the room, "yuck".  

Ears pears

As my heart beats violently I clench my sweaty palms. I look around and my eyes ache. Gazing at the stuff that has just came in, shuffling back into the seat it creaks like a wooden door shutting in a haunted house. Its frog skin coloured stool is sort of uncomfortable . The lady's earrings reflect in the 1 o'clock sun. I can just make out what she is saying because of the background noise of the customers. She shifts her  wrinkled hand towards my ear. Her damp cold hand tickles against my pale skin. The silver earings tinker in the golden cylinder. She counts down then next second once again I am sitting on the frog coloured seat still gazing at the stuff that was in front of me. However she is counting down for the second ear.

Alarm clock

Is it crucial that you wake up one time, well here is the deal of the century. A loud alarm clock is on your way. And wait there's more. It moves she has got a great sense of humor, she's sassy as well and wakes you up on the dot say bye bye to your
silent little friend.